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Versuri Prelude to a come up
[MC Eiht]
Geeyeah, Soul Assassins two times, stick em!
Geeyeah, Cypress Hill three times, come on!
Geeyeah..
Infiltration be our daily operation for chasin
Cross the seven seas eased, clockin much
conversation
Penetration, you know we gets busy, no hesitation
Greenery, hand-picked, from my own plantation
Feels the heat, under the som-brero
to any amigo that's tryin to, stop the dineros
Chills with, senoritas, like charro
Get drunk off tequila lay low til tomorrow
Follow, my flow, get the cash and go
Call my homey B-Rizzy in Mexico City
Loose lips sink ships, faker faces got guilt
Didn't mean to call you late, I need a hideout
til..
cool, homey, I'll bring some fuckin skunk
The homey smuggle me across lines in a trunk
Just like a bird I'm free, in a land
with no fuckin extradition treaty, I'm out,
geyeah
Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God (2X)
With the crew from off the Hill
[B-Real]
B-Really killin the Phillie now can you feel me
from the
Soul Assassin committee, the shitty niggaz never
thrill me
You silly bitches never respect, neglect money
You funny or broke, think it's a joke, your nose
is runny
Got my main man, Mr. Rocho kickin the vocals
from the Eastside, where it's loco sellin the
poco
From the two G's, breakin the leaves of cheese,
makin the bacon
You hear it sizzle got your hands ready for the
takin
Evading the pigs, raiding my crib, I'm mad lib
and I wanna live and I'm givin the message
droppin the lesson
Flippin shit, and I'm keepin em guessin they all
stressin
Hit the lullaby, no confession, we in session
Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God (4X)
With the crew from off the Hill
[MC Eiht]
We's beez the three amigos, skates with nickel
plates
under the seat and we goes East Coast/West Coast,
anybody killer!
Soul Assassins gets the cash and smash *vroom*
Who spits the Glocks like uno and dos?
Makin your body dissapear like a ghost
One time's tryin to gaffle me, harassin me
tryin to send me to the penetentiary
[B-Real]
In the nighttime, niggaz are creepin you fuckin
sleepin
And the beat, just keeps on seepin into the
street
While you peakin I'm meetin and greetin the
people speakin
and leadin the motherfuckers who's seekin to
catch, ruckus
Meaning you suckers no-luckers overdub us, nut
hug us
You love us, you can't stop, these mad audio
hustlers
Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God (5X)
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