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This fuckin' weed is good, homes, fuck

You know the first time I fuckin' blazed up here I was listenin' to those vatos Cypress Hill

You ever heard of them, homes?

Yeah, I heard of them, they fuckin' suck

Are you fuckin' stupid, eh?

What the fuck are you talking about?

Those vatos are feeding me, homes

You're a fuckin' hater, eh

Those vatos will shoot you, homes (shut up)

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This is for all those haters and imitators

Take your medicine; you won't like the flavor

The taste ain't sweet; we lace that beat

Never forget how we play in the street

Never forget what you say in the street

If you talk too loud, get laid with the heat

We want that cake and, Jay, you can't stop us

Out the gate we take those dollars

Get a crew while we doin' some real shit

Me and the Dog steady pushin' the Hill shit

We flip scripts like dough boys flip bricks

Get money like lottery quick picks

We sick wit' it and, homey, I'm quick-witted

Still in the game, insane, we still spit it

Top level, livin' like a rebel

Settle down, bitch, or we spit that metal

Remember when you motherfuckers (shot dead)

Tried to take what's mine (shot dead)

Niggas left me for dead (shot dead)

But I'll never forget it (shot dead) (bang, bang)

Payback (shot dead) (bang, bang)

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Payback (shot dead) (bang-)

I came up in the game, do my thing for the paper

Never gonna change, biggie-bang on them haters

They used to gang bang on the corners where I came up

Dropped insane, now the world's been deflated

I remember when you niggas used to front on me

Everywhere I'd ride, I kept a gun on me

I only used to listen to my one ol' G

He said get money, but stay low-key

So it's the payback 'cause I pay it in the back

Whole world get high when I say it on a track

And I stay with a got, I'm never gonna slip

Quick to hit him up if you ever wanna trip

All it takes is a hit and you never gon' forget

When you smoke on the Hill with the kill that we twist

Fuck a shot, we drinkin' a whole fifth

Then I ride 'em over killers, you know we don't miss

Remember when you motherfuckers (shot dead)

Tried to take what's mine (shot dead)

Niggas left me for dead (shot dead)

But I'll never forget it (shot dead) (bang, bang)

Payback (shot dead) (bang, bang)

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