Let's kick it ese
  
  Comin' out da slums
  It's da hoodlums
  I'm pullin' my gatt out on all you bums
  So bring it on when you wanna come fight this
  Outlaw, kick ya like Billy Ray Cypress
  Hill
  Kill
  I'll bust that grill
  Grab my gatt, and load up the steel
  And if you wanna get drastic
  I'll pull out my plastic
  Glock automatic
  Synthetic material, bury your blocks `n' mortar
  Headed down to da Mexican border
  Smokin' that smelly
  Northern Cali'
  Gonna put a slug in Captain O'Malley
  Ho, hum
  Hear the gatt come
  Boooooommmmmm!
  Let me see what you'll do
  It's a sin to kill a man
  But I'll be damned if I don't take a stand
  
  We ain't goin' out like that
  We ain't goin' out like that
  We ain't goin' out
  We ain't goin' out like that
  We ain't goin' out like that
  We ain't goin' out
  
  We ain't goin' out like that
  We ain't goin' out like that
  We ain't goin' out
  We ain't goin' out like that
  We ain't goin' out like that
  
  I'm high strung
  Click I'm sprung
  'Cause I don't live on the hum-drum
  Where I'm from the gatts'll be smokin'
  I'll be damned if ya think I'm jokin'
  Know that I come with the static
  Erratic
  Four-five automatic
  Screamin' at ya
  The red lights beamin' at ya
  No need to have to run after the punk-ass hood
  In the oven I'm cooked
  Dig the grave for the one who got played
  Now he's under
  Don't make Stevie Wonder
  Why
  'Cause he'll testify
  
  We ain't goin' out like that
  We ain't goin' out like that
  We ain't goin' out
  We ain't goin' out like that
  We ain't goin' out like that
  We ain't goin' out
  
  We ain't goin' out like that
  We ain't goin' out like that
  We ain't goin' out
  We ain't goin' out like that
  We ain't goin' out like that
  
  I got you thinkin' "What the fuck is this?"
  Lettin' you know I take care of business
  Can I get a witness?
  To verify when I'm to bring this
  Style that makes you ecstatic
  Tragic
  When I get a pull of the magic buddha
  When I roll with my crew
  I bet ya One-time can't find my hoota!
  And I'll be hitting with the belt unbuckled
  Pig rollin' up but he ain't that subtle
  Pulled to da curb
  So we exchanged a few words
  But he got me stirred up
  Enough to grab the handcuffs
  I'll huff and puff and blow ya head off!
  
  We ain't goin' out like that
  We ain't goin' out like that
  We ain't goin' out
  We ain't goin' out like that
  We ain't goin' out like that
  We ain't goin' out
  
  We ain't goin' out like that
  We ain't goin' out like that
  We ain't goin' out
  We ain't goin' out like that
  We ain't goin' out like that
  
  "Yeah takin' your disses and dissin' ya right back. This is the Cypress
  Hill crew, like main shit. Yo an' I'm talk this damn rappa, eat a bowl a
  dick up. There ya go my man over here, you can eat a bowl o' dick up too.
  Anybody else need from runnin' away: yo, eat a bowl of dick up G!"