Tu No Ajaunta

[Sen Dog]
There we go, sir, that's the right black
Don't call me the police because nothing protects you
Raise that foot, aim a little more
With the dog to the bone, I need it
If you're 5 feet away from me, I'll take it from you
I ask for your back, are you there? a clown
I knock you down, like a remote control
I chase you and follow you and hit you like a stick
Gathering rappers like pieces on the table
Surprise, I broke your head
I put you to sleep, with a neck hug
I don't care what I have to do, I make cheese
Come on, be careful with my style
I kill you dead, I already slept a little...

Chorus x2:
(Check me out!) I hang you high
We have what sounds, come and I'll break you
Throw the bullet from the hill with the bomb
(Check me out!) Be careful not to break...

[B-Real]
Look look, be careful, get in line
Killing rappers and taking your life
I take yours, simple, you're worth nothing
The last image you see is my face
If you want the bomb just call me
Cypress Hill lives, we're always here
Running the game with the same fire
Burning the others, throwing them in the hole
After it burns, I lower the flame
Run, hide under the bed
Don't play dumb, my game is tight
Ready, prepared, like a soldier
I cut you so bad your mother doesn't even know you
How many did I do it to? I have more than 12
Don't play with me, I have a trigger finger
Be very careful or you're in death
I hit hard, so hard you don't know
When the bell rings you're one of my slaves...

Chorus

[Sen Dog]
I'm going to kick (Uhh!) like a sonero
Give me my money, I put it to bad use
And no one has come to me
Talking about the west, get out of here
However you want
And I don't care which group you belong to
Don't come around here talking nonsense
How I knock down gang members, they melt like ice
They like to talk a lot but they have no balls...

[B-Real]
My blacks are at stake, don't you remember
Doing shows rapping against anyone
Strong with a style that people didn't even know
See, we killed many that day
They didn't stand a chance, we tore them apart
And to this day we still mess them up
Go back, black, I'll kick you
You're worth nothing, hit it with the weed
I break your jaw, I'm in your city
If you have a wife, I'll leave her a widow...

Chorus