It’s time, I came to get mine
Runnin’ through the hoods with a 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 got a shank on the side so don’t even tempt me
Runnin’ the program, Cypress Hill on the real
With the Pearl Jam and I’m packin’ the steel
Don’t come my way, ’cause it only takes one minute to reach for the AK
Then POW!, whatcha’ gonna do now
Nowhere to run when my dog’s on the prow
Prowlin’, howlin’, give it up punk, you might want to throw the towel in
I like doin’ the ill thing, ’cause ain’t nothin’ like the real thing
It ain’t nothin’ like the real thing
It ain’t nothin’ like the real
Ain’t nothin’ but the real thing
Ain’t nothin’ but the Hill
Ain’t nothin’ but the real thing
Ain’t nothin’ but the real
Ain’t nothin’ but the real thing
Ain’t nothin’ but the Hill
Keep me a tazer up in the blazer
And the black nine by the waistline