[B-Real]
Now lately I ve been findin myselfpourin my guts out
Expressin my thoughtslettin my nuts out in the walls
of sleepI can t keep it all in the hall clear
While others keep it inside for the pride they hold dear
Shoulda beenwoulda beencoulda been the cops
Stop look and listenyou ll get a vision of hip-hop
Individuals lookin to the battle the shadows of man
See it allbe it allyou need a plan
It takes one man to understand this
Learn fuckin with a deadly gasyou get burned
From the window of my roomI shoot all stars
Every little bit you consumethe high cost
of living it s all given to youdon t lose it
Every man s given a toolbut don t use it

Chorus: B-Real

From the window of my roomI shoot all stars
Every little bit you consumethe high cost
Break freeyou re selling your soulfor a fee
But all that shit ain t worth ityou burnin up see
the window of my roomI shoot all stars
Every little bit you consumeis high cost
Break freeyou re selling your soulfor a fee
But all that shit ain t worth ityou burnin up see

[B-Real]
From the window of my roomthe gloom spreadin across
the land of milk and honeyno money to feed the boss
Funny the cost of lifecut clean blood streams
out the bodynobody wants you dreamin about shorty
No longer don t need a 40 to take away any pain
So punk me and I ll give you the world exact change
or quote me and you re never the sameI claim no one
I show none the weakness individuals go forth ya seek this
Wherever I roam is home to me
You Shogunlook at my enemies try to do me
The influential statusyou know the baddest
Lookie hereshow you what that isbringin the madness
Sadness to those appealin to any conflict
Lookin out my window paneI see you fallin
What are you a man or a mousethe house light
shinin withinthat s when you begin to live again

Chorus

[Sen Dog]
From my window I can see
Humanitygoin insane G
Everybody want respectbut you gotta collect
Only hardcore vatos on the set
Don t get me wrong but some rhymes get twisted
There it goesthe prideyou missed it
I ain t upset with the motherfucker dissin
Find me in Watts when you wanna come hit me
Some shit ain t what it seemsin the land of dreams
Some sell their soul to get the cream
From the teens I don t sling or slang no crack
I m known for bringin in funky ass raps
See those magazine crews and I m a goner
Dull interviews with these damn primadonnas
Unlike some of these fools on the turf
Look like the real thingbut they soft like Nerfs
So unrehearsed that it shows in the product
Need to get the fuck outbefore you get caught up

Chorus

- Back to the Songs of the Album Cypress Hill Iv

- Back to the Cypress Hill's Albums