Don't Trip Lyrics - Singles - Dj Muggs

Don't you trip this is the Soul Assassins 

We come and blast them 

We Eastside riders, this is how we doin' 

I spent hot days under the sun with all my loved ones 

Soul Assassins family click you know the dark one 

Eastside hellraisers, promoters pay us 

To tear the roof of this shit, the mic blazers 

Smoke alarms goin off, flowin off 

The track, got em showin off, blowin off 

All wack niggas choke in coal, eat a dick up 

Pick up ya teeth out the street flossin holes 

God knows weedniggas ya figured ya find ways 

To escape the path of the serial rhyme-killa 

Top billa, bankaccount filla 

Spittin out more hot shit then Godzilla 

The firebreatha, turn up your receiva 

I attack the brain through the sound in ya speaka 

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No you can't fuck with this... 

No you can't fuck with this... 

You can't hold back the fury, I bury you in a hurry 

Rhymestyle non-stop commin in a flurry 

Don't worry, Imma settle this, get the fist 

I sever your vocalcord with a flick of my wrist 

You insist to be here, I make this clear 

It's a game of cut-throat from ear to ear 

Can you hang in the world when, where ya girlfriend 

Hanging with my crew and steady serving 

Come get your feeling hurt and come act hard 

I got a ditch in my backyard for all you scared niggas 

I make figures for all the soldiers to follow 

Peace to my fam, bands who won't see the ... 

I see you in the next one, I test one 

When you flex son, respect one, the best one 

Cypress Hill, Soul Assassins, blastin you on 

In the race called life yo we passin you on 

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Don't you trip this is the Soul Assassins 

We come and blast them 

We Eastside riders, this is how we doin' 

Don't you trip this is the Soul Assassins 

Who wanna be stupid come be the first to die