no artist cypress hill - hand on the pum Lyrics

Verse OneWell I'm an alley cat, some say a dirty
ratOn my side you see my gat, see I'm all of thatSendin off buck shots for I'm gonna wetchaRunning
hard, but I'm still coming to getchaThinking like a
peace smoke, comin on a homicideYou talkin s___, try to
take me for a rideI'm not a bad guy, but I'm the
funky feel oneFinger on the trigger with my hands upon the
steelLettin out a bullet, this is going boo-yaaYou're stuck in my so hood, so what ya gonna do now?Being the hunted one is no funHere I come son, yo I
think you better runBetter run more, and move a little
fasterSecond of thought and I'm coming to blast yaWith myChorusSawed off shotgun, hand
on the pumpLeft hand on a forty, [puffin onna blunt]Pumped my shotgun, [n____z didn't jump]Lala la la
lala la laaaaa...Verse TwoComin at you
like a stiff blow, f___in up your programAin't takin
s___ from you him or no manMaster mind maniac and a menace
sooooHow they want to pass sentenceAll because a
n____ tried to play me on the triggerHe missed, so now the
n____'s p___edRude and crude like a pitbull, get to
the pointYour f___in car to get pulled, nowI'm
headed up the river with a boat and no paddleAnd I'm
handin out beatdownsI'm headed up the river with a
boat and no paddleAnd I'm handin out beatdowns [get
your face down!]Put me in chains, try to beat my brainsI can get out, but the grudge remainsWhen I see ya punk
a__, I'm gonna getchaFucking do ya, shotgun go
boo-yaa!ChorusVerse ThreeKickin that funky Cypress Hill s___Take a lot of mental
for the blunted to chill with,Cuz I'm the chill one,
known to get ill oneThey stepped to the Hill "What's
up?", I had to kill oneNow I'm headed up the river
with a boat and no paddleAnd they got me on lock downHeaded up the river with a boat and no paddleAnd they
got me on lock downHit me like a n____ who done lost his
mindCause I ain't goin out like a spineless
jellyfishSome say life is a b____Ask that punk who
dug his own ditchOut for the Hill f___in up at a partyTried to get funny, put a hole in his bodyLala la la
lala la laaaLook at all of those funeral carsCause
I'maChorus