B-Real - Make a Move lyrics

Ezekial 25:17 "The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities Of The selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he, who in the name Of Charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of Darkness For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger Those Who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. AND YOU WILL KNOW MY NAME IS THE LORD, WHEN I LAY MY VENGEANCE UPON THEE!" [Shots fired] Smokin' MC's like a bowl of Buddha Burnin' in my bong now You don't want to step to the rhythm of the funk degrees You'll be a prisoner in the temple of thieves Move it out, just move it on out, no doubt We the number one crew Kickin' more gas n***as out the house Puttin' up an argument, just don't bother `Cause I'll whoop that a** just like I'm your father Take heed to the master's call yes y'all (Bring your cell-phone cause I fade them all) Bullets fly But they don't give a f** about who dies When you're in the middle of the f**in' No question, confrontation Nowhere to run from the a**a**ination Let the rain come down Whoops there goes another body on the ground Watch out for G hound It's the undisputed Cypress family Kickin' up dust can you handle us fragilly Growin' inside your mind like a tumour Spreading in your head like a rumor Venomous! I'm from the underground, I take care of business What the f** is this? Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out! Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out! Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out! Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out! s**as come in all shapes sizes and colors Let me get the rope And hang `em `till their f**in' necks broke Wind pa**age cut off, now you can't breathe Let me give you what you need A fat dose of the good weed Like a puppet on a string I'm the one controlling your a** With the rough sh** here to bring My army grows like the buddha I sold ya Every seed planted is another f**in' soldier Like the `coup d'etate' Now ya are in the middle of the ambush Stuck in your car They can't find ya At the bottom of the lake Let me remind ya You better be lookin' behind ya It's too late, ain't no one standin' here Hallucination, bees hummin' in your ear Paranoia, dwelling to your dome piece Increase, the level of the terror that move ceased Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out! Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out! Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out! Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out! Make a move, make a move, every posse make a move Make a move, make a move, every posse make a move Make a move, make a move, every posse make a move Make a move, make a move, every posse make a move Come on Open up the doors for the high funk buddha With the light point the dick can die Rolling with the six shooter Thirty-eight Still shootin' real straight Lookin' for the buster that I must eliminate No surprise As the inches demise Let the four flow As I look him right in the eyes And rip these n***as in half With the paragraph They can't find a path I like the aftermath Still I reign the sect we remain The big bad Cypress Hill, f**in' n***as up again When I aim I'm scopin' for your brain Brother stay low, cross-hairs break you up the frame Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out! Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out! Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out! Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out! Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out! Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out! Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out! Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out! "Ahh, now that the mind is open so one can clearly see what they clearly Don't want you to see. But it's obvious, isn't it my brother? Get the Smoke from in the front of your eyes, got to realize, anybody don't like