Yeah, bust how we gonna bounce off this ninety-five   Soul assassins, Cypress Hill joint   Yo, we want everybody out there to throw their hands up   So get it on kid      Fresh is the word, when I display my rappin' forte   Quicker done than O.J., hey   I freaks my shit, E the lyrical master   Stress me out, no doubt, I might have to blast ya      Let me ask ya, can I gets busy one time?   And unwind and chill, with Cypress Hill   Huh, I go on with my bad self   I?m the four pound toter, the Phil blunt smoker      Believe me not, I?m wicked like three sixes   I?m doper than the Pete Rock remixes   Never walk through the crowd sluggish   I?m hardcore to the bone, I?m thuggish ruggish      The Green-Eyed Bandit, I be Erick Sermon   I gets real determined   And one for the trouble and two for the bass   I take it to your face with this here lyrical mace      And if you don?t know, y?all better recognize   I?m coming through with speed, with pounds of weed      Ah shit, another one of those gangsta hits   Niggaz wanna get busy with the ultimate   Fools get real, yo I?m representin' the Hill   With chips and clips and tons of blue steel      So who wants to be the first nigga to die?   Then try and test this, Buddha blessed Gemini   You get thrown sent home in a coffin'   Punk stuff don?t make it back, very often      I got Erick to take care of the Sermon   Ashes to ashes, dust, bodies burnin'   Bustin' open the doors to the temple   Takin' you to the dark side of your mental      Kickin' it to the brothers on the corners   In the alleys, throw your hands in the air   Kickin' it to the brothers on the corners   In the alleys, throw your hands in the air      Kickin' it to the brothers on the corners   In the alleys, throw your hands in the air   Kickin' it to the brothers on the corners   In the alleys, throw your hands in the air      I rhyme tricky, the sticky smoka with the mind itchy   Finger up on the pen, be like he the bomb, dicky   These off-keys MC?s hawk me, they won?t get off me   So I kill 'em softly and use 'em as walkie talkies      Turn up my level, adjust my voice pitch   Hoist this diagnosis, comatosis is what I leave your crew with   Boom bip or some two and two shit   Raw silk 'cuz you do it to my music      Funk Doctor Spock, lock the hypest   Individual, to put criminal in diapers   With my nigga E and Cypress, what I write bitch   You swore, it was a nuclear war, crisis      In your back yard, word to God, Def Squad   With my nigga Keith in the place takin' charge   Word up you?ll get hurt up like the jury callin' murder   You?re deaf 'cuz I freak shit you neva heard of      Kickin' it to the brothers on the corners   In the alleys, throw your hands in the air   Kickin' it to the brothers on the corners   In the alleys, throw your hands in the air      Steppin' to the park in the hill you can?t hang   The original baby gangsta on this Compton thang   Don?t slip, the late night hype is when I dip   Boo-yaa is the sound from a lonely clip      Can?t feel me, if I was crack you?d try to steal me   Heard you, and your little crew, wanna peel me   Keep your hands on your hood, you get got   The Green-eyed Bandit, Cypress Hill, and the Funk Doctor Spock      You wish you could hang, like I hang   Dwells in the CPT, the hood thing   G, the trigga finger, I?ma get you   Hit you, the Tech 9, I?ma split you      Ain?t no poppin', no stoppin'   Tick to the tock, tick tock, I hit your block   Throw your hands in the air, don?t bite this   I squeeze, nigga please, the E down with Cypress      Kickin' it to the brothers on the corners   In the alleys, throw your hands in the air   Kickin' it to the brothers on the corners   In the alleys, throw your hands in the air      Kickin' it to the brothers on the corners   In the alleys, throw your hands in the air   Kickin' it to the brothers on the corners   In the alleys, throw your hands in the air      Aight, for everybody, all our peeps out on the corners   All the alleyways, for all our deceased   Incarcerated peeps, brothers on the streets   Nineteen ninety-five, soul assassins in your mind