[bad word]  [bad word] hustle_moscow

Refugee camp with Cypress Hill
 (Yo, bringin' it on)
 Cubans meet the Haitians
 [bad word]  check it

 You say guns
 I say pistolas
 Well, if you got beef son
 Callate la boca

 Go meet me on the island where the Cubans meet the Haitians
 bullet beats the verbal lyrical assassination
 From L.A. to Brooklyn, why you doin' all that talkin'?
 Think you got a soul but you're a Dead Man Walkin'

 Yo toast the host from coasts' we boast
 When we meet again, I will be Casper that friendly ghost
 You'll hear shots, like the show cops
 Things are still the same, I'm still growin' crops

 Wyclef with B-real
 Let me build better yet
 Killa be kill
 Yo B-real watch your grip

 Hi, boom biddy bye bye
 You open up your eyes, you'll be the next one to die
 Boom biddy bye bye
 Ohh, as simple as [bad word] as as simple as they die

 Boom biddy bye bye
 Yo, who told the boy, to pack a forty-five
 Boom biddy bye bye
 Now, he rest in the place that they call paradise

 [bad word] up, but they've never seen the last
 Spread your last lyrics get broken like glass
 Can he pass or does he possess the will
 Or does he need to create to keep him straight on the real?

 Punks are broken, some day fall off the ledge
 Refugee camp bringin', it straight over the edge
 You duck as I fluff, the feathers from ya skin
 How ya gonna win that's like Satan without no sin
 (Without no sin)

 They'll never happen while I'm rappin' I be watchin'
 The Philistines, creepin' up in Manhattan
 The sun turn up though Wyclef produce a track with muggs
 But there's no survivors, they all died in the flood

 Hi, boom biddy bye bye
 You open up your eyes, you'll be the next one to die
 Boom biddy bye bye
 Ohh, as simple as [bad word] as as simple as they die

 Boom biddy bye bye
 Yo, who told the boy, to pack a forty-five
 Boom biddy bye bye
 Now, he rest in the place that they call paradise

 Yo, once a child, twice a villain
 If this was [bad word]  I'd make a million off [bad word] 
 They say, you're dope Clef, you're dope so they offer me sess and beer
 Beware, you pull your wallet Mr. Thief stares

 The opposite direction of the room, he pulled his gun and said
 I'm doomed join the son of man in the tomb
 I see the [bad word] #39; from out the shadows
 Ready for battle, ain't tryin' to hear the baffled

 Warriors lined up in full war gear
 In it to win it if it goes on for years
 Dedicated to the stable of the assassins
 Revolutionaries just bring on the action

 Hi, boom biddy bye bye
 You open up your eyes, you'll be the next one to die
 Boom biddy bye bye
 Ohh, as simple as [bad word] as as simple as they die

 Boom biddy bye bye
 Yo, who told the boy, to pack a forty-five
 Boom biddy bye bye
 Now, he rest in the place that they call paradise

 Soldier man
 (Rewind selector)
 Soldier man
 Refugee soldier man
 Brooklyn soldier man

 L.massive soldier man
 New Jersey massive soldier man
 Uptown massive soldier man
 Long Beach massive soldier man
 You know the whole world watches soldier man
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