Lyrics:

Look at all these m.c's tryin to get dap,
But all they get; a peeled back dome cap.
I'm not the one to be havin that shit,
All the punk niggas better bow down and submit.
Niggas don't know how to keep it real.
Only a few niggas know the real deal.
Fuck all the bullshit, cypress hill!
Come's rainning on your brain, bringin the blood stain.
Smeared on the side walk, one more dome.
Of the preditor skull hanging in my home.
The big game hunter, fuckin up shit .
Get your ass back; while the hill's in the cut.
Fool get in the circle lets see if your raw?
Hardcore ass vato might hit the fuckin floor.
Glock's, and sig's, and m-1 clips.
For any busters who wanna flip.
Fat s.a. ring shining in your eye.
Soul of an assassin till i die.
Red light visions in your dome piece,
Nightmares goin through your head don't cease.
Look at you now broke down, and done.
No competition can ever get none.