Hand on the Pump (Radio Edit)

Well I'm an alley cat
 Some say a dirty rat
 On my side is my gat
 See I'm all of that
 Spittin' out buck shots, for I'm gonna wetcha
 Running hard, but I'm still coming to getcha
 Thinking like a peace smoke, comin' on a homicide
 You talkin' shit, try to take me for a ride
 I'm not a bad guy
 But I'm the funky feel one
 Finger on the trigger with my hands upon the steel
 Lettin' out a bullet, this is going boo-ya
 You're stuck in my hood, so what ya gonna do now?
 Being the hunted one is no fun
 Here I come son
 Yo I think you better run
 Better run more, and move a little faster
 Second of thought and I'm coming to blast ya
 With my
 Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump
 left hand on a forty, puffin' on a blunt
 Pumped my shotgun, niggas didn't jump
 Lala la la lala la laaaa
 Comin' at you like a stiff blow, fuckin' up your program
 Ain't takin' shit from you him or no man
 Master mind maniac and a menace
 Oh, how they want to pass a sentence
 All because a nigga tried to play me on the trigger
 He missed
 So now the nigga's hist'
 Rude and crude like a pitbull
 Get to the point, your fuckin' going to get pulled
 Now, I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle
 And I'm handin' out beatdowns
 I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle
 And I'm handin' out beatdowns
 Get your face down!
 Put me in chains
 Try to beat my brains
 I can get out, but the grudge remains
 When I see ya punk ass, I'm gonna get ya
 Gatt ya
 Fucking do ya
 Shotgun goes boo-ya!
 Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump
 left hand on a forty, puffin' on a blunt
 Pumped my shotgun, niggas didn't jump
 Lala la la lala la laaaa
 Kickin' that funky Cypress Hill shit,
 Think I'll light another for the blunted to chill with
 'Cause I'm the chill one
 Known to get ill when
 They stepped to the Hill
 'What's up?', I had to kill one
 Now I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle
 And they got me on lock down
 Headed up the river with a boat and no paddle
 And they got me on lock down
 Livin' like a nigga who done lost his mind
 'Cause I ain't goin out like a spineless jellyfish
 Some say life is a bitch
 Ask that punk who dug his own ditch
 Up on the Hill fuckin' up at a party
 Tried to get funny, put a hole in his body
 Lala la la lala la laa
 Look at all of those funeral cars
 'Cause I'm a
 Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump
 left hand on a forty, puffin' on a blunt
 Pumped my shotgun, niggas didn't jump
 Lala la la lala la laaaa