1st verse -- Senen      Here we go yall its that nigga hecta   lunatic Smokin loop loose in your sector   got my eye on the money apparatus   like a dog to a bone yeah, you know I gotta have it   Anywhere near the shit and I'm a grab it   Turn around spin see your face and jab it   Drop you like one of these ill Bad Habits   Hunt you like a HillBilly Huntin Rabbit   cutting niggas up like Muggs on the wheel   For real penitentiary steel   Put heads to Bed from a choke of a Head Lock   Fadin bald heads to perms and even dred locks   Bway Rude boy wit my Style I could get foul or wild   Or breakfool for awhile      2nd verse -- B Real      Look, look, look   everywhere you get shook,   from the pawn takin out the rook   all by the book.   Lives get took and takin you're pulsating,   you Can't breath no need to look up and see me.   Your last hope, when you want mellow you call whoever, for the   hype shit you call the Hill   put it together.   Runnin this game, bringin the same raw shit,   over the Hill and through the city   we come equipt.   To the letter bringin your temperature down low, what I reveal,   the good shit to heal all souls.   Makin you roll late night,   you're trippin my games tight.   With the new shit I bring it's never the same hype.   So push that shit up, get up   don't let up.   No matter how much blood you spit up.   You can never be fuckin with Greenthumb.   the outcome specific, you spliff it calapsed lung.   We hit hard breakin you guard   you can tell when the bells ring we're bustin your shell   the pawns fell.      (Hook)      Check mate fool, Hang 'em high.   Got the live shit bangin, when ever you wanna try.   Shoot to thrill, via the Hill we take 'em all,   check mate fool where ever the pawns fall....(repeat)      I'm a freak that funk   and slam it in the trunk   I'm a kill all junk   With a suicide punk   Ain't nobody came my way   Talkin' bout the Westide of LA   So whatever punk ass   Click you claim   Keep poppin that shit   And I'm a bent you frame   'Cause I want that   Big time asshole   Studio gangsta   Woof all of that shit   But left out the main factor      My nigga Sen's, rollin again   remember when, we rocked shows   battling foes, the time's been   long. Strong with the styles you're in   hear the wind. Like blood pourin out of the pen   the ink stains slim chance if it get in your brain.   The hot flash got you heated,   with repeated attacks over the tracks   smack niggas up, back niggas up,   hack niggas up, jack niggas up,   hangin the whack niggas up.   Snowfall effect we're rollin the city limits   crushin the bitch ass niggas with all the gimics...(HOOK).