Artist: Cypress Hill Album: Rise Up Song: Armed & Dangerous Typed by: cureforlife399@gmail.com [B Real] Ready, set, go I'm ready to run Steady we get dough under the sun About to let go, show me respect though We'll affect your, soul and your mental We came from the bottom and rose to the top Like the cream in ya coffee, burnin' hot Climbin' the Billboard for the number one spot King of the block, stop for a second and watch Look and learn don't loose your knot No more bottles to pop, no birds in the drop But we still rollin', pockets swollen We're, locked and loaded and the scene exploded We're solid as ever on any endeavor Cypress Hill forever it doesn't get any better We, came and saw, and conquered it all But we're hungry for more like the kids in Darfur (Chorus) We live hard still armed and dangerous We on guard, be alarmed don't play wit' us Play this song gotta bounce, you're safe with us Come along hit the bong and blaze with us [Sen Dog] I'm the Dog and I'm undisputed, and you're being recruited I'm the general that your boys saluted Give you a minute to see how we do it You've never seen such finesse 'cause you're so polluted I'm the king in this game ya stone gate Knocked 'em out the park when I'm standin' at home plate So many years of blood, sweat and tears Without me and the dogs there ain't switchin' the gears But I'm still the same man from back in the day And I'm still gettin' love from the Apple to L.A. Jake One, hit play, verse started to sway Every time I leave the city, fools want me to stay 'Cause they stay loyal so it's harder to go But like the weed under the lights, I got to grow But that means I roll, but I'll return later Give props to my people, buckshot the haters (Chorus - repeat 2X) [B Real] Raise your hands in the air like you supposed ta And everybody scream like you're on a roller coaster We down, with La Coka Nostra We smashin', with Sick Jacken and the Soul Assassins The hip hop culture, will fuck you vultures You caught in the rapture, all I hear is laughter In a year's time, some of you punks won't matter Let's see if, you can hang as you climb the ladder You ain't a rapper, you're a fuckin' joke A one shot hack on a track, get your pass revoked I got keys to the city and we locking you out You come hard in the paint, and I'm blocking you out So run to the hills and hide where you can Or just put the mic down, and be that fan With your, pen in hand outside of the lobby I'm a pro get my signature, this ain't no hobby (Chorus - repeat 2X)