Prelude To A Come Up (featuring MC Eiht) (feat. MC Eiht)

Geeyeah, Soul Assassins two times, stick 'em
 Geeyeah, Cypress Hill three times, come on
 Geeyeah
 Infiltration be our daily operation for chasin'
 Cross the seven seas eased, clockin' much conversation
 Penetration, you know we gets busy, no hesitation
 Greenery, hand-picked, from my own plantation
 Feels the heat, under the sombrero
 To any amigo that's tryin' to, stop the dineros
 Chills with, senoritas, like Charro
 Get drunk off tequila lay low till tomorrow
 Follow, my flow, get the cash and go
 Call my homey B-Rizzy in Mexico City
 Loose lips sink ships, faker faces got guilt
 Didn't mean to call you late, I need a hideout till
 Cool, homey, I'll bring some fuckin' skunk
 The homey smuggle me across lines in a trunk
 Just like a bird I'm free in a land
 With no fuckin' extradition treaty, I'm out, geyeah
 Shit is real on the motherfuckin' Hill God
 Shit is real on the motherfuckin' Hill God
 With the crew from off the Hill
 B-Really killin' the Phillie now can you feel me from the
 Soul Assassin committee, the shitty niggaz never thrill me
 You silly bitches never respect, neglect money
 You funny or broke, think it's a joke, your nose is runny
 Got my main man, Mr. Rocho kickin' the vocals
 From the Eastside, where it's loco sellin' the poco
 From the two G's, breakin' the leaves of cheese, makin' the bacon
 You hear it sizzle got your hands ready for the takin'
 Evading the pigs, raiding my crib, I'm mad lib
 And I wanna live and I'm givin' the message droppin' the lesson
 Flippin' shit, and I'm keepin' 'em guessin' they all stressin'
 Hit the lullaby, no confession, we in session
 Shit is real on the motherfuckin' Hill God
 Shit is real on the motherfuckin' Hill God
 Shit is real on the motherfuckin' Hill God
 Shit is real on the motherfuckin' Hill God
 With the crew from off the Hill
 We's beez the three amigos, skates with nickel plates
 Under the seat and we goes east coast, west coast, anybody killer
 Soul Assassins gets the cash and smash
 Who spits the glocks like uno and dos?
 Makin' your body disappear like a ghost
 One time's tryin' to gaffle me, harassin' me
 Tryin' to send me to the penitentiary
 In the nighttime, niggaz are creepin' you fuckin' sleepin'
 And the beat, just keeps on seepin' into the street
 While you peakin' I'm meetin' and greetin' the people speakin'
 And leadin' the motherfuckers who's seekin' to catch, ruckus
 Meaning you suckers no luckers overdub us, nut hug us
 You love us, you can't stop, these mad audio hustlers
 Shit is real on the motherfuckin' Hill God
 Shit is real on the motherfuckin' Hill God
 Shit is real on the motherfuckin' Hill God
 Shit is real on the motherfuckin' Hill God
 Shit is real on the motherfuckin' Hill God