Real Estate

Yo, it's time to hurt her, sorta like murder

A duck with the public's favorite rhyme order

I ain't no waiter or hater of a spectator (Kill 'em, B-Real)

Seekin' to find the toys, with no flavor

See I'm talkin' about those whose vocals ain't coming off

A skill to kill at will, but awfully dumb of course

Some go nut, the power of the last one

Slower, flower, blower

Those who ain't pros I wet my stupid radio cut

He needs a G when you listen to the vocal

I'm not a loco but I'm lookin' just till punk go, oh

Now you can't see I'm real great?

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All these motherfuckers that wanna run up on the Hill

Step off! You know why?

This shit is all about boo-yah, 'cause I said step off

This is the crime you find you're not an exponent

Doggone it, another come mierda on it

Now you're wishin', fishin' you could do this

But on the strength, yo, I think you knew this

Was just like a dream, when you supreme, the king

Of a minor league team, bro

Off of 47, swung a load of eleven

Got hit with a pitch like a bitch and went to Heaven

Weak ducks, duckin' and buckin'

Sayin' fuck it, ain't worth damn pay the ducats

From my public, my favorite subject, I loves it

So go 'head, talk your punk shit

Suckers, you're nuttin', frontin' like a jock choker

Crack smoker, can we adjust a toker

Oh, now you can't see I'm real great?

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Heh heh heh, another soft pussy motherfucker

Another fly verse

Straight from the deficit

Another scripture of B-Real

Yeah, get funky, Real

This is the Lower Eastside of things

You know what I'm sayin'? Cypress Hill

You ain't flamboyant, a toy boy on it

Ain't paid a plot, for un-em-be-ployment

I won't 'cause yo, I got a lot of what I got ya

Plus I taught ya, the beat on the top of

Everything you know, still you can't do no

Damage or duel though, hey yo, 'cause I'm uno

The Real is the B-est, sport and you can see this

G-ness dialogue, of the real ski-est

I ain't nuttin' like a joke, get stoked, get smoked

And choke off, the hypes I cook off

The dialectic, funk-elistic

Chew slower or become another statistic

Oh, now you can't see I'm real great?

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Yo, I told you to keep down brother

The motherfuckers just don't learn nothing, G

Wake up, Hill

They gotta keep goin' back to the old school

So they keep goin' out

'Cause they're just not Real

Ha yeah, that's right, fool

Yes, the master pass, kick your ass

And feel combustion, for the dope blast

'Cause you're steppin' on my property, get off it, G

Get caught up, then you get shot up

See, violators will be prosecuted

By the reputed, undisputed, Cypress unit

Not so, no there's no sellout

You ain't got enough ducats to shell out

Well I'm in front, and yo, I feel great

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Yeah, roaches come in but they don't come out, G

Don't come on the Hill

That's right

Get off the real estate

Get off the real estate

Get off the real estate

Get off the real estate