(Fuck you motherfucker! Untie me from this chair man

You better untie me from this chair nigga

You know who the fuck I am, I will have you killed nigga!

You better untie me motherfucker, fuck y'all motherfuckers man!

Do you know who the fuck I am?)



[beat drowns out the voice as a Cypress Hill member speaks]



Right [duct tape being unrolled]

Sho' you right

You want a cigarette nigga?



[B-Real]

You was a good kid, your parents musta loved you

They got you out of trouble no matter how big the bubble

They gave you everything, nah you never needed nothin

We used to get high, 'member we was weeded cousin

We used to go to clubs, blaze it up and act crazy

What made you turn around, was it drugs or your lady?

We had good times, committin hood crimes

We drew lines but you never understood mine

You don't go fuckin homies, just like my momma told me

I held my hood up boldly, you were a fuckin phony

I guess it manifested when I got the call early

They said you bunkered down in the hood with ol' girly

She had your back covered, but that didn't matter did it?

I know you're livin, but you put your fuckin self in it

Don't try to make a move, nigga don't go fuckin 'dere

I know you're hurtin cause you're tied up to the fuckin chair

You never loved your family, you robbed that mall gladly

They tried to love you sadly, you let 'em down badly

Just call me Death's angel, but we were never strangers

You 'bout to get mangled, that's truer than Kurt Angle

Now it's time to pay, any last words to say?

I know your mind strays, son I think you need to pray

Don't even need to tell you, you were a smart nigga

Save your teardrops, yo don't even start nigga