It Ain't Nothin' Lyrics - Rise Up - Cypress Hill

I used to carry a glock on the waist line 

Man, I don't waste time 

I'm strong on the bass line 

You'll never taste mine 

See me on the screen 

Fuckers beggin' for face time 

Get your own tape 

But don't bother to chase mine 

I got a block 

Man, we havin' a great time 

You couldn't fill the shoes 

Anytime that I lace mine 

Light up the stage 

For the homies we make shine 

Sick the dogs on you 

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Homies on the yard 

Never walk in the main line 

The manes find that they can 

Never be in the game 

I'm lettin' off rounds 

Hittin' blunts at the same time 

Pick a crew, homie 

You a neon to save time 

Bitches like you always 

Spittin' the same rhymes 

We put you all to shame 

You never went through the same grind 

Put you in the bind 

The minute you came by 

So stay in your lane 

And get wet by the rain 

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You wanna step up 

Get your ass touched 

You wanna rap, son 

Get your ass buff 

Try to test us 

You's gonna get smashed up 

You wanna run with the dogs? 

Get your cash up 

Git it 

You gotta get your straps up 

Git it 

You gotta get your stash up 

Git it 

You gotta get amped up 

You wanna run with the dogs? 

Get your cash up 

I'm right here on the block 

When it's time to ride out 

You know what I'm all about 

Hundred Harley bikes on site 

When it goes down 

Me and my homies 

Always holdin' the fort down 

Come up in our town 

And you're pissin' a fourth now 

Got 4 ounces and 3 bottles of jack 

2 fifth's in the back 

And everyone I'm with's strapped 

Whatever happens 

I'm chin checkin' and wreckin' fools 

Try disrespecting me 

My Smith & Wesson is endin' you 

And I ain't changed 

Since back in the day 

Get your shit split quick 

If you get in my face 

You wanna run with the dog 

Better stay in your place 

'Cause your little ass name 

Don't hold no weight 

And your little ass safe 

Couldn't hold my cake 

Get your asks denied 

Down the road I take 

And let me tell you one more thing 

Before I skate 

If you a fake or a snake 

I'mma send you to your grave 

You wanna step up 

Get your ass touched 

You wanna rap, son 

Get your ass buff 

Try to test us 

You's gonna get smashed up 

You wanna run with the dogs? 

Get your cash up 

Git it 

You gotta get your straps up 

Git it 

You gotta get your stash up 

Git it 

You gotta get amped up 

You wanna run with the dogs? 

Get your cash up 

I'm a First Staff OG 

From outta the gutter 

With a fucked up demeanor 

For you, punk mothafuckas 

Get played like some dicks 

Who try to start ruckas 

I'm a real gun busta 

So don't ever try to rush us 

Can't nobody touch us 

That don't leave on crutches 

Or worse 

Get a ride in a hearse 

With their bodies covered 

It's gonna be a cold summer 

As soon as the hilt drops 

All bullshit will stop 

A couple scums in the street 

We don't care what you bustas think 

It might sink in sometime 

But I won't blink 

We go against everything 

Smoke all the green 

Got the flow wrong 

Swing it, ain't nothing to me 

We put it down anywhere 

Like it's something to see 

So all you bitches goin' rogue 

With your haters degree 

And when you wanna get loud 

Son, I'm ready to work 

Punks act up 

And you bound to get hurt 

You wanna step up 

Get your ass touched 

You wanna rap, son 

Get your ass buff 

Try to test us 

You's gonna get smashed up 

You wanna run with the dogs? 

Get your cash up 

Git it 

You gotta get your straps up 

Git it 

You gotta get your stash up 

Git it 

You gotta get amped up 

You wanna run with the dogs? 

Get your cash up