Southland killers

Southland killers Lyrics

(feat. King Tee, MC Ren)

[Intro: MC Ren]

Yeah, y'all know what the f**k this is
MC motherf**kin' Ren up in this b**ch nigga
Yeah, all y'all b**ch-ass niggas out here talkin all that sh*t
We 'bout to drop this motherf**ker on y'all like this [gun being loaded]
Punk ass niggas out here, nigga
We some Southland Killers in this motherf**ker [gun is cocked]
[GUNSHOT]

[MC Ren]
Niggas all acrosss town, up in the suburbs
While niggas makin' faces like The Rock on the curb
Nigga People's Elbow, the loud-mouthed hold
And groupie niggas bangin' for passes to the show (Can I get in?)
Big-ass cheques wit' plenty of O's (O's)
And hoes wit' big lips doin' what they suposed (yeah)
Didn't have sh*t 'till I started to bust
And y'all got sh*t 'cos of my balls are cussed
Ren and Cypress Hill, they ain't liver than us
Nigga Legendary Villian, who started the fuss
Nigga double glock, cocked, get your sh*t rocked
Get your crib knocked, nigga have that rib popped
Under bosses and trouble, they under my rubble
Clone motherf**kers, always the villain, like The Hubble
f**k your bubble, I bust them sh*ts
Plaques and sh*t, grab my dick, spit these hits

[Chorus: B-Real]

All, my niggas, do you wanna ride wit' us? (Do ya wanna ride wit us?) (Killers!)
Throw your clips up, man we's about to bust (Man we's about to bust) (Killers!)
Cy-press, Hill click, yeah we ready for war (Yeah we ready for war) (Killers!)
All y'all niggas, better just hit the floor (Killers!)

[King Tee]
I'm close to the best thing, on the West Wing
Blown out your set, flames when the best sing
It's a rep thing, haters feel they chest pain
They feel it in they heart, I was there to test things
Didn't arrest (?), the bullet-proof vest team
These niggas shoot first they they askin (?) names
It's less strain
It's all real, I bet fame, it's a chess game
Wrong move and it's checkmate (That's right)
I might sound funny out here
But really, niggas get money out here
And hey, everyday is sunny out here
So listen, don't play dummy out here
King try for bust make your whole pack run
Stacked enough cash so now I stack guns
Fat ones, all cold and black ones
Southland Killin', it's just how that's done

[Chorus]

[Sen Dog and B-Real]
You can try to ride with the Hill, lie on the Hill
but when your sh*t (?) is when die on the Hill
We get, hot on the heel, rely on the steel
When your paper gets pulled and you design is steeled
Like you, signed the deal, or signed over your will
[Sen Dog] BUSTERS GET SLAYED...!

[B-Real]
...when you f**k around with Real
Take time to feel, what I'm tellin' you hoes (Tellin' you hoes)
You couldn't f**k around with me if I was sellin' you blows
Just goes to show the incredible skill tell
b**ch nigga, now you trapped under my wig well
Gettin trampled, DUMPED on and thumped on
Scr*ped on the six-five with the HAND ON THE PUMP SONG

[Sen Dog]
Don't even f**k with these Southland grandes
We the vatos that run on Los Angeles
Call me Mad Dog, if you think you know me
If you're not sure then turn around and LEAVE SLOWLY!

[Chorus]