All my life I've been searching for something Something I can put my finger on Baby, I've been living for the weekend Baby, I've been living for this
skin Let's start a club and don't let anyone in The free masons are free basing With the devil to pay, they'll get you one day The skull and bones are
(Sen Dog) Don't let nobody treat me like crap I'm pullin heads off sharp and smack em off francs The best in these days I smoke on these tracks Gonna
Handle it, handle it You know, motherfuckers need to have some weed etiquette True, true You see, motherfuckers try to come up and bogard your weed At
Call me the serial rhyme killer Mic cord strangling, mangling, tangling, you in the web, nigga Your head is dangling off of your shoulders 'Cause my mic
Get ready motherfuckers You can't fuck with the [unverified], please no interruptions Your crew pull up guns get waxed in the sun Like my rag top six
I do it to ya all like in your earhole, 'cause I'ma "Goodfella" just like Deniro, punk I'm a ten, you just a fucking zero, huh I get your woman off like
get it? I'm an assassin of soul out of control When I roll you better hide in your hole I got your name on my skull There ain't no running from me assassin
Yeah, these voices up in my head All these voices up in my head Makin' me dread, when I sleep at night Visions of people with evil intentions wanna fly
I rolled you up like my rizla Cut you up, with my sisters You wanna get us yeah, the venom splitters Your style's trash, don't litter You got the jitters
You're a lost soul rollin' down the street Hustlin', scramblin', money you eat You wanna jack somebody, never look at me 'Cuz I'm like you when I'm holdin
So you wanna be a rap superstar And live large, a big house five cars the rent charged Comin' up in the world don't trust nobody Gotta look over your
chorus: (B Real) So you wanna be a rap/rock superstar, and live large a big house, 5 cars, you're in charge comin' up in the world, don't trust no body
Once again, we back Now all these new niggaz tryin' to bust grips Keep tryin' and I'm shittin' all over yo tapes And yo CDs, you see these Niggaz wit
You can't hide from the man with the master plan Huntin' for your head, how I could just kill a man? Ayo, where you at baby keep your head low, damn Got
Eastside L.A., Cypress Hill all day Spark the lah, we live this shit Eastside L.A., Cypress Hill all day Spark the lah, we live this shit We Latin-thug
Huh, what you want? What you want from me? Tell me what, tell me what What you want from me, huh? What you want? What you want from me? Tell me, tell
Verse 1: Sen-Dog You better hope I'm chained up, shackled with a yard I'll snatch you by the neck, bide you like a tech Wreck fools when I disconnect,