Versuri Prelude to a Come Up

(feat. MC Eiht)  
[MC Eiht] 
Geeyeah, Soul Assassins two times, stick em! 
Geeyeah, Cypress Hill three times, come on! 
Geeyeah.. 
 
Infiltration be our daily operation for chasin 
Cross the seven seas eased, clockin much conversation 
Penetration, you know we gets busy, no hesitation 
Greenery, hand-picked, from my own plantation 
Feels the heat, under the som-brero 
to any amigo that's tryin to, stop the dineros 
Chills with, senoritas, like charro 
Get drunk off tequila lay low til tomorrow 
Follow, my flow, get the cash and go 
Call my homey B-Rizzy in Mexico City 
Loose lips sink ships, faker faces got guilt 
Didn't mean to call you late, I need a hideout til.. 
cool, homey, I'll bring some fuckin skunk 
The homey smuggle me across lines in a trunk 
Just like a bird I'm free, in a land 
with no fuckin extradition treaty, I'm out, geyeah 
 
"Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God" [2X] 
"With the crew from off the Hill" 
 
[B-Real] 
B-Really killin the Phillie now can you feel me from the  
Soul Assassin committee, the shitty niggaz never thrill me 
You silly bitches never respect, neglect money 
You funny or broke, think it's a joke, your nose is runny 
Got my main man, Mr. Rocho kickin the vocals 
from the Eastside, where it's loco sellin the poco 
From the two G's, breakin the leaves of cheese, makin the bacon 
You hear it sizzle got your hands ready for the takin 
Evading the pigs, raiding my crib, I'm mad lib 
and I wanna live and I'm givin the message droppin the lesson 
Flippin shit, and I'm keepin em guessin they all stressin 
Hit the lullaby, no confession, we in session 
 
"Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God" [4X] 
"With the crew from off the Hill" 
 
[MC Eiht] 
We's beez the three amigos, skates with nickel plates 
under the seat and we goes East Coast/West Coast, anybody killer! 
Soul Assassins gets the cash and smash *vroom* 
Who spits the Glocks like uno and dos? 
Makin your body dissapear like a ghost 
One time's tryin to gaffle me, harassin me 
tryin to send me to the penetentiary 
 
[B-Real] 
In the nighttime, niggaz are creepin you fuckin sleepin 
And the beat, just keeps on seepin into the street 
While you peakin I'm meetin and greetin the people speakin 
and leadin the motherfuckers who's seekin to catch, ruckus 
Meaning you suckers no-luckers overdub us, nut hug us 
You love us, you can't stop, these mad audio hustlers 
 
"Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God" [5X]