Lyrics:

It's time, I came to get mine
Runnin' through the hoods with a hand on the nine
Why do the pigs come? Bring your ass on
Cross the line so I can get the blast on

Oh shit, I'm empty
But I got a shank on the side so don't even tempt me
Runnin' the program, Cypress Hill on the real
With the Pearl Jam and I'm packin' the steel

Don't come my way
'Cause it only takes one minute to reach for the AK
Then pow, whatcha' gonna do now?
Nowhere to run when my dog's on the prowl

Prowlin', howlin', give it up punk
You might want to throw the towel in
I like doin' the ill thing
'Cause ain't nothin' like the real thing

It ain't nothin' like the real thing (real thing)
It ain't nothin' like the real
Ain't nothin' but the real thing (real thing)
Ain't nothin' but the Hill

Ain't nothin' but the real thing (real thing)
Ain't nothin' but the real
Ain't nothin' but the real thing (real thing)
Ain't nothin' but the Hill

Keep me a tazer up in the blazer
And the black nine by the waistline
Never know when someone'll test ya
Let you know I got mine by my body, yes y'all

I'm the victim that became the attacker
Have my little friend waitin' for the carjacker
That'll do anything for the looper
When I leave the Hill I strack when I swoop

Clack, clack, bang, bang, 'cause it ain't no thang
When I hang with Stone and I kick that funky slang
I got the funk when I got to do the ill thing
'Cause ain't nothin' like the real thing

Ain't nothin' like the real thing (real thing)
Ain't nothin' but the real
Ain't nothin' like the real thing (real thing)
Ain't nothin' but the real

Ain't nothin' but the real thing (real thing)
Ain't nothin' but the Hill
Ain't nothin' but the real thing (real thing)
Ain't nothin' but the Hill