another body drops
cypress hill
running through the hood with small jacks
my memories popping in my head recall that
late night creeping through the alley with six dudes
scraped up everybody focused no mixed views
the sawed off pump in my hand with two shells
the other four homies on the scene with cocktails
one nigga looking for po po
someone looking through windows
the doorbells go followed by the pump and gas bomb
you can see it for eight blocks
running from them fake cops
they gave chase but they couldnt cover the streets up
we broke out ran into the spot to meet up
strapped down cover up the tracks
you can't stop the hip-hop
i'm mad dog with the bomb in the regal
fit this here hand grenade
i'll break it off right quick
niggaz be duckin when they see my bucket
roll down their block they high they say fuck it
30 yards with the inferred action
just a true raider of the modern day
when i was a youth so thoughtless
6 4 sitting on easy we got this
rag top down like a stripper we topless
see me hit the corner you melt down
slugs fly thugf die moment you fell down
somebody screaming yo get the hell down
where you sitting is spell bound
just hearing the hell hounds
burn you with the heaters spitting out 12 rounds
gotta figure out some way
dark scattering thugs spray
but it seems to be one way
gotta duck my darts back until sunday