Lyric Real Thing

[Featuring Pearl Jam]
Verse One:
It s time I came to get mine
Runnin through the hoods with the 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 ve got a shake to the side
So don t even tempt me
Runnin the program Cypress Hill on the real with
the Pearl Jam and I m packing the steel
Don t come my way cause it only takes one minute
to reach for the AK then why what you gonna do now
Nowhere to run when my dog s on the prowl
Growling howling, give it up punk you might wanna throw
the towel in
I m not doing the ill thing
Cuz ain t nothing like the real thing
Verse Two:
GIve me a taste off open a place and a black nine
by the wate line
Never know when someone will test ya
Let you know I got mine by my body chest ya
I m the big hum that became the attack
Hurt a little friend with a bullet car jacker
That I won t do anything for the looper
When I ve reached the Hill I strap when I swoop
Click click bang bang
Cuz it ain t no thang when I hang with Stone
And I kick that funky slang
You ve got to do the funk when I ve got to do the ill thing
Cuz ain t nothing like the real thing