refugee camp, with cypress hill
　 yo, bringin it on
　 cubans meet the haitians


　　you say guns
　　　 i say pistolas
　　 well if you got beef son
　　 callate la boca
　　go meet me on the island where the cubans meet the haitians
　　　 a bullet beats the verbal lyrical assassination
　　　from l.a. to brooklyn why you doin all that talkin
　　　　think you got a soul but you're a dead man walking
　 yo toast the host from coasts' we boast

　 you'll hear shots, like the show cops

　 wyclef with b-real, let me build better yet
　　　killa bee kill
　　yo b-real watch your grip

　　　　hi, boom biddy bye bye
　 ahhhahhh, ahhhahhh
　　　　you open up your eyes you'll be the next one to die
　 ahhahhhh, ahhhahhh
　　　boom biddy bye bye
　 ahhahhhh, ahhhahhh
　ohh as simple as they come as as simple as they die
　 ahhahhhh, ahhhahhh
　　　 boom biddy bye bye
 ahhahhhh, ahhhahhh
　 yo who told the boyy, to pack a forty-five
　 ahhahhhh, ahhhahhh
　　　 boom biddy bye bye
 ahhahhhh, ahhahhhh
　 now he rest in the place that they call paradise