Don`t Trip

<br>[Chorus]<br>Don`t you trip this is the Soul Assassins<br>We come and blast them<br>We Eastside riders, this is how we doin`<br><br>[B-Real]<br>I spent hot days under the sun with all my loved ones<br>Soul Assassins family click you know the dark one<br>Eastside hellraisers, promoters pay us<br>To tear the roof of this shit, the mic blazers<br>Smoke alarms goin off, flowin off<br>The track, got em showin off, blowin off<br>All wack niggas choke in coal, eat a dick up<br>Pick up ya teeth out the street flossin holes<br>God knows weedniggas ya figured ya find ways<br>To escape the path of the serial rhyme-killa<br>Top billa, bankaccount filla<br>Spittin out more hot shit then Godzilla<br>The firebreatha, turn up your receiva<br>I attack the brain through the sound in ya speaka<br><br>No you can`t fuck with this...<br>No you can`t fuck with this...<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[B-Real]<br>You can`t hold back the fury, I bury you in a hurry<br>Rhymestyle non-stop commin in a flurry<br>Don`t worry, Imma settle this, get the fist<br>I sever your vocalcord with a flick of my wrist<br>You insist to be here, I make this clear<br>It`s a game of cut-throat from ear to ear<br>Can you hang in the world when, where ya girlfriend <br>Hanging with my crew and steady serving<br>Come get your feeling hurt and come act hard<br>I got a ditch in my backyard for all you scared niggas<br>I make figures for all the soldiers to follow<br>Peace to my fam, bands who won`t see the ...<br>I see you in the next one, I test one<br>When you flex son, respect one, the best one<br>Cypress Hill, Soul Assassins, blastin you on<br>In the race called life yo we passin you on <br><br>Chorus <br><br>Don`t you trip this is the Soul Assassins<br>We come and blast them<br>We Eastside riders, this is how we doin`<br><br>Don`t you trip this is the Soul Assassins<br>Who wanna be stupid come be the first to die