Cypress Hill, MC Eiht - Prelude to a Come Up lyrics

Geeyeah, Soul Assassins two times, stick em!
Geeyeah, Cypress Hill three times, come on!
Geeyeah

Infiltration be our daily
Operation for chasin'
Cross the seven seas eased
Clockin' much compensation
Penetration, you know we gets busy
No hesitation
Greenery, hand-picked from my own plantation
Feels the heat under the sombrero
To any amigo that's tryin'
To stop the dineros
Chills with señoritas like Charo
Get drunk off tequila, lay low 'til tomorrow
Follow my flow, get the cash and go
Call my homey B-Rizzy in Mexico City
Loose lips sink ships, faker faces got guilt
Didn't mean to call you late
I need a hideout 'til
Cool, homey I'll bring some fuckin' skunk
The homey smuggle me across lines in a trunk
Just like a bird I'm free, in a land
With no fuckin' extradition
Treaty, I'm out, geeyeah

"Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God"
"Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God"
"With the crew from off the Hill"

B-Really killin the Phillie now can
You feel me from the
Soul Assassin committee
The shitty niggas never thrill me
You silly bitches never respect
Neglect money
You funny or broke, think it's a joke
Your nose is runny
Got my main man, Mr rocho kickin the vocals
From the Eastside
Where it's loco sellin the poco
From the two G's, breakin
The leaves of cheese, makin the bacon
You hear it sizzle got your
Hands ready for the takin
Evading the pigs, raiding my crib
I'm mad lib and I wanna live and I'm givin
The message droppin the lesson flippin shit
And I'm keepin em guessin they all stressin
Hit the lullaby, no confession, we in session

"Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God"
"Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God"
"Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God"
"Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God"
"With the crew from off the Hill"

We's beez the three amigos
Skates with nickel plates
Under the seat and we goes East Coast
West Coast, anybody killer!
Soul Assassins gets the cash and smash vroom
Who spit's the Glocks like uno and dos?
Makin your body dissapear like a ghost
One time's tryin to gaffle me, harassin me
Tryin to send me to the penetentiary

In the nighttime
Niggas are creepin you fuckin sleepin
And the beat
Just keeps on seepin into the street
While you peakin I'm meetin and
Greetin the people speakin
And leadin the motherfuckers who's
Seekin to catch, ruckus
Meaning you suckers no-luckers overdub us
Nut hug us you love us, you can't stop
These mad audio hustlers

"Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God"
"Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God"
"Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God"
"Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God"
"Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God"