[Shots fired]
  
  Smokin' MC's like a bowl of Buddha
  Burnin' in my bong NOW
  You don't want to step to the rhythm of the funk degrees
  You'll be a prisoner in the temple of thieves
  Move it out, just move it on out, no doubt
  We the number one crew
  Kickin' more gas niggas out the house
  Puttin' up an argument, just don't bother
  `Cause I'll whoop that ass just like I'm your father
  Take heed to the master's call yes y'all
  (Bring your cell-phone cause I fade them all)
  Bullets fly
  But they don't give a fuck about who dies
  When you're in the middle of the fuckin'
  No question, confrontation
  Nowhere to run from the assassination
  Let the rain come down
  Whoops there goes another body on the ground
  Watch out for G hound
  It's the undisputed Cypress family
  Kickin' up dust can you handle us fragilly
  Growin' inside your mind like a tumour
  Spreading in your head like a rumor
  Venomous!
  I'm from the underground, I take care of business
  What the fuck is this?
  
  Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out!
  Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out!
  Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out!
  Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out!
  
  Suckas come in all shapes sizes and colors
  Let me get the rope
  And hang `em `till their fuckin' necks broke
  Wind passage cut off, now you can't breathe
  Let me give you what you need
  A fat dose of the good weed
  Like a puppet on a string
  I'm the one controlling your ass
  With the rough shit here to bring
  My army grows like the buddha I sold ya
  Every seed planted is another fuckin' soldier
  Like the `coup d'etate'
  Now ya are in the middle of the ambush
  Stuck in your car
  They can't find ya
  At the bottom of the lake
  Let me remind ya
  You better be lookin' behind ya
  It's too late, ain't no one standin' here
  Hallucination, bees hummin' in your ear
  Paranoia, dwelling to your dome piece
  Increase, the level of the terror that move ceased
  
  Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out!
  Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out!
  Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out!
  Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out!
  
  Make a move, make a move, every posse make a move
  Make a move, make a move, every posse make a move
  Make a move, make a move, every posse make a move
  Make a move, make a move, every posse make a move
  
  Come on
  Open up the doors for the high funk buddha
  With the light point the dick can die
  Rolling with the six shooter
  Thirty-eight
  Still shootin' real straight
  Lookin' for the buster that I must eliminate
  No surprise
  As the inches demise
  Let the four flow
  As I look him right in the eyes
  And rip these niggas in half
  With the (fabergraph)
  They can't find a path
  I like the aftermath
  Still I reign the sect we remain
  The big bad Cypress Hill, fuckin' niggas up again
  When I aim I'm scopin' for your brain
  Brother stay low, cross-hairs break you up the frame
  
  Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out!
  Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out!
  Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out!
  Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out!
  Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out!
  Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out!
  Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out!
  Move `em out! Move `em on out! Move `em out!
  
  "Ahh, now that the mind is open so one can clearly see what they clearly
  don't want you to see. But it's obvious, isn't it my brother? Get the
  smoke from in the front of your eyes, got to realize, anybody don't like it:
  move `em on out."