[Intro: MC Ren]      Yeah, y'all know what the fuck this is   MC motherfuckin' Ren up in this bitch nigga   Yeah, all y'all bitch-ass niggas out here talkin all that shit   We 'bout to drop this motherfucker on y'all like this [gun being loaded]   Punk ass niggas out here, nigga   We some Southland Killers in this motherfucker [gun is cocked]   [GUNSHOT]      [MC Ren]   Niggas all acrosss town, up in the suburbs   While niggas makin' faces like The Rock on the curb    Nigga People's Elbow, the loud-mouthed hold    And groupie niggas bangin' for passes to the show (Can I get in?)   Big-ass cheques wit' plenty of O's (O's)   And hoes wit' big lips doin' what they suposed (yeah)   Didn't have shit 'till I started to bust   And y'all got shit 'cos of my balls are cussed   Ren and Cypress Hill, they ain't liver than us    Nigga Legendary Villian, who started the fuss   Nigga double glock, cocked, get your shit rocked   Get your crib knocked, nigga have that rib popped   Under bosses and trouble, they under my rubble   Clone motherfuckers, always the villain, like The Hubble   Fuck your bubble, I bust them shits   Plaques and shit, grab my dick, spit these hits       [Chorus: B-Real]      All, my niggas, do you wanna ride wit' us?    (Do ya wanna ride wit us?) (Killers!)    Throw your clips up, man we's about to bust    (Man we's about to bust) (Killers!)   Cy-press, Hill click, yeah we ready for war    (Yeah we ready for war) (Killers!)   All y'all niggas, better just hit the floor    (Killers!)      [King Tee]   I'm close to the best thing, on the West Wing   Blown out your set, flames when the best sing   It's a rep thing, haters feel they chest pain   They feel it in they heart, I was there to test things   Didn't arrest (?), the bullet-proof vest team   These niggas shoot first they they askin (?) names   It's less strain    It's all real, I bet fame, it's a chess game   Wrong move and it's checkmate (That's right)    I might sound funny out here    But really, niggas get money out here    And hey, everyday is sunny out here   So listen, don't play dummy out here   King try for bust make your whole pack run   Stacked enough cash so now I stack guns   Fat ones, all cold and black ones    Southland Killin', it's just how that's done       [Chorus]      [Sen Dog and B-Real]   You can try to ride with the Hill, lie on the Hill   but when your shit (?) is when die on the Hill   We get, hot on the heel, rely on the steel   When your paper gets pulled and you design is steeled   Like you, signed the deal, or signed over your will   [Sen Dog] BUSTERS GET SLAYED...!      [B-Real]   ...when you fuck around with Real   Take time to feel, what I'm tellin' you hoes (Tellin' you hoes)   You couldn't fuck around with me if I was sellin' you blows   Just goes to show the incredible skill tell   Bitch nigga, now you trapped under my wig well   Gettin trampled, DUMPED on and thumped on   Scraped on the six-five with the HAND ON THE PUMP SONG      [Sen Dog]   Don't even fuck with these Southland grandes   We the vatos that run on Los Angeles   Call me Mad Dog, if you think you know me   If you're not sure then turn around and LEAVE SLOWLY!      [Chorus]