Real Thing

It's time I came to get mine
 Runnin through the hoods with the hand on the nine
 Why do the pigs come
 Bring your ass on
 Cross the line so I can get the blast on
 Oh shit I'm empty but I've got a shake to the side
 So don't even tempt me
 Runnin the program Cypress Hill on the real with
 the Pearl Jam and I'm packing the steel
 Don't come my way cause it only takes one minute
 to reach for the AK then why what you gonna do now
 Nowhere to run when my dog's on the prowl
 Growling howling, give it up punk you might wanna throw
 the towel in
 I'm not doing the ill thing
 Cuz ain't nothing like the real thing
 GIve me a taste off open a place and a black nine
 by the wate line
 Never know when someone will test ya
 Let you know I got mine by my body chest ya
 I'm the big hum that became the attack
 Hurt a little friend with a bullet car jacker
 That I won't do anything for the looper
 When I've reached the Hill I strap when I swoop
 Click click bang bang
 Cuz it ain't no thang when I hang with Stone
 And I kick that funky slang
 You've got to do the funk when I've got to do the ill thing
 Cuz ain't nothing like the real thing