Cypress Hill, yo, I'm INSANE I'll shoot a hole in your toe I'll make you jump like the House of Pain Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang Niggaz can't hang
help me find my way All I really want is to live my life So we can just get high, yeah, yeah Ask God when he stoppin' the pain A fiend got a shoelace on
house My tongue's so dry, think it's rotting in my mouth Oh, tell me am I dead? I'm sorry but you're dead (It hurts) Life goes on for some My boys all
could replace me Thought you said that your never gonna let it go The heartache and pain Sometimes it goes to your brain Sometimes it makes you insane Sometimes our joy is our pain
life on this KC street The PASEO where the real stay and the fake sees heat Gangstas lay low, get the K, so and everyday breathe deep But when the day goes
and hoes that leave your life unexposed You better peap this out south bitches as pros If you don't know how it goes You besta follow your nose Get on
, the worst thing I ever Remember seein' was a boy get his whole head bashed in But now they gettin' blown off, whole chest torn off Whole block roped off, two clips in his house
soldiers ya know Rest in peace Momma, Duke strugglin' Baby on the way I know I promised you the house in the will Just need a lil time for the house on
that they never left, well we gon' see em then Never leave our heart, never leave our thoughts. As time goes by, they'll never be forgot. Life goes on
killer? Would ya try to trip with my finger on the 9 milla When I got cha on kay-nine-fourths Prayin to God as your life goes back and forth We tradin
cypress hill, yo, I'm insane I'll shoot a hole in your toe I'll make you jump like the house of pain Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang Niggaz can't hang
Nobody Cares Take A Look In My House Would You Live In There Huh Hey Yo Galore Look At My Shoes Can You See My Toes Well That's How The Struggle Goes
I've been up with the winners and down with the sinners And hung on this corner 'til dawn And my hands, they have been tied To a life I've been denied
streets too long I've held nothin' but aces and been many places And hung on the corner 'til dawn But my hands they have been tied To a life I've been
know you on the wrong side, son I got the gun and I'm not scared to use it Put your life on the line, homeboy you lose it That's how it goes, homes
say I lose Yup, we still smoke weed, and my wife is curious 'Bout how much she can get me on for life insurance But still was bummin', no problem, that's when life
green chest look house lit Bright pinky rings but that ain't about this What you ?bout bitch? Excuse my French emotion in my passion But I wear my heart on