It's time, I came to get mine

Runnin' through the hoods with a 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 got a shank on the side so don't even tempt me

Runnin' the program, Cypress Hill on the real

With the Pearl Jam and I'm packin' the steel

Don't come my way, 'cause it only takes one minute to reach for the AK

Then POW!, whatcha' gonna do now

Nowhere to run when my dog's on the prow

Prowlin', howlin', give it up punk, you might want to throw the towel in

I like doin' the ill thing, 'cause ain't nothin' like the real thing

It ain't nothin' like the real thing

It ain't nothin' like the real

Ain't nothin' but the real thing

Ain't nothin' but the Hill

Ain't nothin' but the real thing

Ain't nothin' but the real

Ain't nothin' but the real thing

Ain't nothin' but the Hill

Keep me a tazer up in the blazer

And the black nine by the waistline

Never know when someone'll test ya'

Let you know I got mine by my body, yes y'all

I'm the victim that became the attacker

Have my little friend waitin' for the carjacker

That'll do anything for the looper

When I leave the Hill I strack when I swoop

Clack, clack, bang, bang, 'cause it ain't no thang

When I hang with Stone and I kick that funky slang

I got the funk when I got ta' do the ill thing

'Cause ain't nothin' like the real thing

Ain't nothin' like the real thing

Ain't nothin but the real

Ain't nothin' like the real thing

Ain't nothin but the real

Ain't nothin' like the real thing

Ain't nothin' but the Hill

Ain't nothin' like the real thing

Ain't nothin' but the Hill

Nannana....