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[Chorus] Don't you trip this is the |
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Soul Assassins |
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We come and blast them |
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We Eastside riders, this is how we doin' [B-Real] |
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I spent hot days under the sun with all my loved ones |
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Soul Assassins family click you know the dark one |
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Eastside hellraisers, promoters pay us |
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To tear the roof of this *******t, the mic blazers |
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Smoke alarms goin off, flowin off |
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The track, got em showin off, blowin off |
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All wack *****s choke in coal, eat a ***** up |
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Pick up ya teeth out the street flossin holes |
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God knows **********s ya figured ya find ways |
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To escape the path of the serial rhyme-killa |
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Top billa, bankaccount filla |
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Spittin out more hot *******t then |
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Godzilla The firebreatha, turn up your receiva |
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I attack the brain through the sound in ya speaka |
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No you can't ***** with this... |
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No you can't ***** with this... |
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Chorus [B-Real] |
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You can't hold back the fury, |
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I bury you in a hurry |
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Rhymestyle non-stop commin in a flurry |
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Don't worry, |
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Imma settle this, get the fist |
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I sever your vocalcord with a flick of my wrist |
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You insist to be here, |
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I make this clear |
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It's a game of cut-throat from ear to ear |
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Can you hang in the world when, where ya girlfriend |
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Hanging with my crew and steady serving |
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Come get your feeling hurt and come act hard |
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I got a ditch in my backyard for all you scared *****s |
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I make figures for all the soldiers to follow |
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Peace to my fam, bands who won't see the ... |
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I see you in the next one, |
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I test one |
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When you flex son, respect one, the best one |
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Cypress Hill, |
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Soul Assassins, blastin you on |
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In the race called life yo we passin you on |
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Chorus Don't you trip this is the |
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Soul Assassins |
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We come and blast them |
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We Eastside riders, this is how we doin' |
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Don't you trip this is the |
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Soul Assassins |
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Who wanna be stupid come be the first to die |
