Well I'm an alley cat   Some say a dirty rat   On my side is my gat   See I'm all of that   Spittin' out buck shots, for I'm gonna wetcha   Running hard, but I'm still coming to getcha   Thinking like a peace smoke, comin' on a homicide   You talkin' shit, try to take me for a ride   I'm not a bad guy   But I'm the funky feel one   Finger on the trigger with my hands upon the steel   Lettin' out a bullet, this is going boo-ya   You're stuck in my hood, so what ya gonna do now?   Being the hunted one is no fun   Here I come son   Yo I think you better run   Better run more, and move a little faster   Second of thought and I'm coming to blast ya   With my      Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump   left hand on a forty, puffin' on a blunt   Pumped my shotgun, niggas didn't jump   Lala la la lala la laaaa      Comin' at you like a stiff blow, fuckin' up your program   Ain't takin' shit from you him or no man   Master mind maniac and a menace   Oh, how they want to pass a sentence   All because a nigga tried to play me on the trigger   He missed   So now the nigga's hist'   Rude and crude like a pitbull   Get to the point, your fuckin' going to get pulled      Now, I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle   And I'm handin' out beatdowns   I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle   And I'm handin' out beatdowns   Get your face down!      Put me in chains   Try to beat my brains   I can get out, but the grudge remains   When I see ya punk ass, I'm gonna get ya      Gatt ya   Fucking do ya   Shotgun goes boo-ya!      Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump   left hand on a forty, puffin' on a blunt   Pumped my shotgun, niggas didn't jump   Lala la la lala la laaaa      Kickin' that funky Cypress Hill shit,   Think I'll light another for the blunted to chill with   'Cause I'm the chill one   Known to get ill when   They stepped to the Hill   'What's up?', I had to kill one      Now I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle   And they got me on lock down   Headed up the river with a boat and no paddle   And they got me on lock down   Livin' like a nigga who done lost his mind   'Cause I ain't goin out like a spineless jellyfish   Some say life is a bitch   Ask that punk who dug his own ditch   Up on the Hill fuckin' up at a party   Tried to get funny, put a hole in his body   Lala la la lala la laa   Look at all of those funeral cars   'Cause I'm a      Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump   left hand on a forty, puffin' on a blunt   Pumped my shotgun, niggas didn't jump   Lala la la lala la laaaa