| Lyrics: | (Fuck you motherfucker! Untie me from this chair man
You better untie me from this chair
nigga
You know who the fuck I am, I will have you killed nigga!
You better untie me
motherfucker, fuck y'all motherfuckers man!
Do you know who the fuck I am?)
[beat
drowns out the voice as a Cypress Hill member speaks]
Right [duct tape being
unrolled]
Sho' you right
You want a cigarette nigga?
[B-Real]
You was a good
kid, your parents musta loved you
They got you out of trouble no matter how big the
bubble
They gave you everything, nah you never needed nothin
We used to get high, 'member we
was weeded cousin
We used to go to clubs, blaze it up and act crazy
What made you turn
around, was it drugs or your lady?
We had good times, committin hood crimes
We drew lines
but you never understood mine
You don't go fuckin homies, just like my momma told me
I held
my hood up boldly, you were a fuckin phony
I guess it manifested when I got the call
early
They said you bunkered down in the hood with ol' girly
She had your back covered, but
that didn't matter did it?
I know you're livin, but you put your fuckin self in it
Don't try
to make a move, nigga don't go fuckin 'dere
I know you're hurtin cause you're tied up to the
fuckin chair
You never loved your family, you robbed that mall gladly
They tried to love you
sadly, you let 'em down badly
Just call me Death's angel, but we were never strangers
You
'bout to get mangled, that's truer than Kurt Angle
Now it's time to pay, any last words to
say?
I know your mind strays, son I think you need to pray
Don't even need to tell you, you
were a smart nigga
Save your teardrops, yo don't even start nigga |
