Hand On the Pump

Well, Im an alley cat
Some say a dirty rat
On my side is my gat
See Im all of that
Spittin out buck shots, for Im gonna wetcha
Runnin hard, but Im still comin to getcha
Thinkin like a peace smoke, comin on a homicide
You talkin shit, try to take me for a ride
Im not a bad guy
But Im the funky feel one
Finer on the trigger with my hands upon the steel
Lettin out a bullet, this is goin boo-ya
Youre stuck in my hood, so what ya gonna do now?
Bein 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 Im comin 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 didnt jump
Lala la la lala la laa
Comin at you like a stiff blow, fuckin up your program
Aint 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 niggas hist
Rude and crude like a pitbull
Get to the point, your fuckin goin to get pulled
Now, Im headed up the river with a boat and no paddle
And Im handin out beatdowns
Im headed up the river with a boat and no paddle
And Im handin out beatdowns, get your face down
Put me in chains, try to beat my brains
Ican get out, but the grudge remains
When I see ya punk ass, Im gonna get ya
Gatt ya, fuckin 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 didnt jump
Lala la la lala la laa
Kickin that funky Cypress Hill shit
Think Ill light another for the blunted to chill with
Cause Im the chill one, known to get ill when
They stepped to the Hill, whats up?, I had to kill one
Now Im 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 aint 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 Im a, sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump
left hand on a forty, puffin on a blunt
Pumped my shotgun, niggas didnt jump
Lala la la lala la laa