verse one it s time i came to get mine runnin through the hoods with the hand on the nine why do the pigs come bring your ass on cross the line so i can get the blast on oh shit i m empty but i ve got a shake to the side so don t even tempt me runnin the program cypress hill on the real with the pearl jam and i m packing the steel don t come my way cause it only takes one minute to reach for the ak then why what you gonna do now nowhere to run when my dog s on the prowl growling howling give it up punk you might wanna throw the towel in i m not doing the ill thing cuz ain t nothing like the real thing verse two give me a taste off open a place and a black nine by the waist line never know when someone will test ya let you know i got mine by my body chest ya i m the big hum that became the attack hurt a little friend with a bullet car jacker that i won t do anything for the looper when i ve reached the hill i strap when i swoop click click bang bang cuz it ain t no thang when i hang with stone and i kick that funky slang you ve got to do the funk when i ve got to do the ill thing cuz ain t nothing like the real thing