Guerillas in tha Mist

Come down and beware of the black fist The guerrillas straight motherfucking killers is the mist Take a shot Buck Buck but you can't forge Never thought you'd see South Central niggas in the forest Don't kick in the chorus just yet Cause we ain't mad

"I don't know WHAT'S WRONG with these children today." "Nothin that a good ass-kickin wouldn't help!" [Verse One] Lord have mercy, the devil he cursed me I heard you had the cup of life, and I'm thirsty My niggaz keep fightin for a str

"I am pleased, to have the opportunity to discuss, Your new gun with you." [J-Dee] I heard you had beef on your block So you bought you a glock, the one with the 17 shots Nicknamed Smith "amp; Wessun Gonna teach them punks on your blocks a

We'll shut this motherfucker down We'll shut this motherfucker down Yo, this is B-Real from Cypress Hill Kickin' it with the motherfuckin' Lench Mob Showin' yo' ass, that you ain't got no class Every time I see you, you always on a mission (Whassup?)

Listen now Blind Baby what we want to go for on this record Is not just a blues record, but we want a document. An epic document depicting the struggle of da black people Against the white devil slave masters Sittin' at the pad watchin' cops Trippin'

F/ Ice Cube Ice Cube: It's like push, push, in the bush (man fuck you) You from the cluck crew Nigga I got money like a black man (man fuck you) Jay-Dee Negro you and your payroll Ice Cube: Say ho this nigga got the yay-O Pump that shit from L.A. to

[Ice Cube] Damn, I'm sweatin like a nigga at a white woman funeral "Lench Mob.." [Grand Puba] "Civilize a 85er" Huh, break 'em off somethin "Lench Mob.." [Grand Puba] "Civilize a 85er" Come again, huh "Lench Mo

Woke up, Friday morning feelin' damn good Took a shower, got dressed, and rolled out to the neighborhood Had no idea what I was in for So I pulled over, I bought a forty at the liquor store And all of a sudden, I start thinkin' "Damn J-Dee, why did y

Elvis, buck him with my shotgun Elvis, buck him with my shotgun Elvis, buck him with my shotgun Elvis, buck him with my shotgun Elvis, buck him with my shotgun Elvis, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck Does Polly want a cracker? Fuck no, he's a zero And I

Come down and beware of the black fist The guerillas straight mutherfuckin' killers in the mist Take a shot *Buck Buck* but you can't forge Never thought you'd see niggas in the forest Don't kick in the chorus just yet 'cause we ain't made a mess yet