Southland Killers (Featuring MC Ren & King Tee)

Yeah, y'all know what the fuck this is
MC motherfuckin' Ren up in this bitch
Yeah, all y'all motherfuckers out here talkin' all that shit
We 'bout to drop this motherfucker on y'all like this
Punk motherfuckers out here nigga
We some Southland killers in this motherfucker

We rule cross-town, all up in the suburbs
While niggas makin' faces like the Rock on the curb
Bustin' people's elbow, for loudmouth shit
And groupie hoes beggin' for passes to the shows (Tikka!)
Big ass checks with plenty of O's
And niggas with big lips doin' what they suppose (Yeah)
Didn't have shit 'til I started to bust
And y'all got shot, 'cause of my motherfuckin' cuss
Ren and Cypress Hill, they ain't liver than us
The legendary villain, who started the fuss
Cock your shit, cock bitch, get your shit rocked
Get your crib knocked, nigga, have that rib popped
Underbosses in trouble, they under my rubble
Clone motherfuckers, orbit the villain, like the Hubble
Niggas, pop your bubble, I bust them nuts
Plaques and shit, grab my dick, spit these hits

All my niggas
Do you wanna ride with us? (Do you wanna ride with us?)
Throw your clips up
Man, we's about to bust (Man, we's about to bust)
Cypress Hill clique
Yeah, we ready for war (Yeah, we ready for war)
All y'all niggas
Better just hit the floor

I'm close to the best thing on the West wing
Blown out your set, flames when the vet sing
It's a rep thing, haters feel they chest pain
They feel it in they heart, I was there to test things
Then the rest aimed, the bulletproof vest came
These niggas shoot first, then ask and check names
It's less strain, it's all real, I bet fame
It's a chess game, wrong move, it's checkmate (That's right)
I might sound funny out here
But really, niggas gettin' money out here
And hey, every day is sunny out here
So listen, don't play dummy out here
King Trife'll bust, make your whole pack run
Stacked enough cash, so now I stack guns
Fat ones, all chrome and black ones
Southland killin' is just how that's done

All my niggas
Do you wanna ride with us? (Do you wanna ride with us?)
Throw your clips up
Man, we's about to bust (Man, we's about to bust)
Cypress Hill clique
Yeah, we ready for war (Yeah, we ready for war)
All y'all niggas
Better just hit the floor

Niggas try to ride with the Hill, lie on the hill
When your shit talk starts is when you die on the hill
We get high on the hill, rely on the steel
When your paper gets pulled, they know that's signed and sealed
Like you signed a deal or signed over your will
BUSTA'S GET SLAIN when you fuck around with Real
Take time to feel what I'm tellin' you, bitch
Couldn't fuck around with me if I was sellin' you flows
Just goes to show the incredible skills held
Punk niggas, now you're trapped under my wheel well
Gettin' trampled, dumped on and dumped on
Straight from the 6-5 with the hand on the pumps on

Don't even fuck with these Southland grandes
We them vatos that run on Los Angeles
Call me Mad Dog if you think you know me
If you're not sure, then turn around and leave slowly

All my niggas
Do you wanna ride with us? (Do you wanna ride with us?)
Throw your clips up
Man, we's about to bust (Man, we's about to bust)
Cypress Hill clique
Yeah, we ready for war (Yeah, we ready for war)
All y'all niggas
Better just hit the floor