Cypress Hill - Real Thing lyrics

It's time, I came to get mine Runnin' through the hoods with a hand on the nine Why do the pigs come? Bring your a** on cross the line so I can get the blast on Oh sh**, I'm empty, but I got a shank on the side so don't even tempt me Runnin' the program, Cypress Hill on the real With the Pearl Jam and I'm packin' the steel Don't come my way, 'cause it only takes one minute to reach for the AK Then pow!, whatcha' gonna do now Nowhere to run when my dog's on the prow Prowlin', howlin', give it up punk, you might want to throw the towel in I like doin' the ill thing, 'cause ain't nothin' like the real thing It ain't nothin' like the real thing It ain't nothin' like the real Ain't nothin' but the real thing Ain't nothin' but the Hill Ain't nothin' but the real thing Ain't nothin' but the real Ain't nothin' but the real thing Ain't nothin' but the Hill Keep me a tazer up in the blazer And the black nine by the waistline Never know when someone'll test ya' Let you know I got mine by my body, yes why'all I'm the victim that became the attacker Have my little friend waitin' for the carjacker That'll do anything for the looper When I leave the Hill I strack when I swoop Clack, clack, bang, bang, 'cause it ain't no thang When I hang with Stone and I kick that funky slang I got the funk when I got ta' do the ill thing 'Cause ain't nothin' like the real thing Ain't nothin' like the real thing } (2x) Ain't nothin but the real }