No Rest For The Wicked

Bitch-ass motherfucker
 Peter Pie ass nigga, stand on your own two feet
 Bitch, how the fuck you gon' bite somebody else's dick, nigga?
 Yours ain't long enough to put in your mouth
 What's up with that shit?" (Turn that shit up louder)
 Muggs, make it rough
 So many fools swingin' from my sack
 Let's talk about the one who had my back
 Down in the west coast, so lemme kick it
 To the motherfucker who calls himself "wicked"
 No rest, no peace, no sleep
 Doughboy rolling down the Hill 'cause it's all steep
 Jackson, lemme figure out the name
 Jack 'cause you be stealing other niggaz' game
 But I'm the wrong nigga you wanna fuck with
 On my dick so hard, now ya wanna suck it
 Go on the head, gobble up the nuts
 Get your lips ready and tear this motherfucker up
 Talk about Eazy, correct yourself
 Cube, better sit back and check yourself
 "Yeah, nigga! My homie thought he had a homie in you
 He let you listen to our motherfuckin' cut
 And you turned around and put some old "Friday" shit out
 What kind of shit is that?"
 Hmmm, let's talk about this
 First solo album on the east coast dick
 The east coast nigga's all showed ya love
 Especially the one known as the King Sun
 He tried to warn us nigga's about ya
 But nobody would listen
 Even began dissin'
 Two albums later, you callin' my crew
 All because ya wanna be Cypress Cube
 Shoulda known that you couldn't hang in the alley
 Good boy went to school out in the valley
 Fuck it, lemme make this understood
 Speakin' on Mama's little 'Boys in the Hood'
 "No Vaseline"
 Just a rope and a chair and gasoline (burning your ass up!)
 Lench Mob is a friend of mine
 But you talked about them niggaz from behind
 "You know what a chazzer is, O'Shea?
 A motherfucking pig that don't fly straight"
 Where ya gonna run to? Where ya gonna hide?
 Taadow, look at who's waitin' outside
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 "I got a can of kick-ass wit' your motherfuckin' name on it, Cube
 You wann come collect it, or should I bring it to you?
 'Cause all that bullshit you doin', ain't shit fly about that shit
 Motherfuckin' thing, and I ain't bullshittin'
 You beat them back then fuck off, and that's real
 Kick rocks buster"
 Natural born bullshitta
 Lemme hit ya with a dose of reality when I get wit' ya
 Your homie came knockin', he had to chain my suit
 You put a pipe on your cover, even though you don't smoke Buddha
 Let me take you down under on a plane
 While everybody was going insane
 Took a look at the Real one: afro gone
 The next morning, you didn't have yours on
 How many ways will you bite my shit?
 Would ya wet me or start throwing up a set?
 Caution, when you enter the zone
 Never used to bang 'til you hit the microphone
 I got Cube melting in a tray
 Pulling up his card and fucking up his "good day"
 Unoriginal rap veteran
 The nigga who say he don't steal from his friends
 Don't trust that nigga named O'Shea
 Fuck 'im, and send him on his way!
 "Cypress muthafuckin' Hill
 The hardest mothafuckin' posse there is out her nigga
 So how d'you figure you was gonna step to this?
 Yeah nigga, the big damn wham-bam Cypress Hill
 Tibby tibby toe fool, all for your mothafuckin' dope
 Nigga, you can't hang with the hill, what the fuck you was thinkin' about?
 You know you step to this, you gotta step correct
 'Cause Cypress ain't havin' that shit
 Yeah nigga, we crack and fuck you next, who gives a fuck, a mad fuck?
 So bring it on, if you wanna test it."