Well I'm an alley cat 
Some say a dirty rat 
On my side is my gat 
See I'm all of that 
Spittin' out buck shots, for I'm gonna wetcha 
Running hard, but I'm still coming to getcha 
Thinking like a peace smoke, comin' on a homicide 
You talkin' shit, try to take me for a ride 
I'm not a bad guy 
But I'm the funky feel one 
Finger on the trigger with my hands upon the steel 
Lettin' out a bullet, this is going boo-ya 
You're stuck in my hood, so what ya gonna do now? 
Being the hunted one is no fun 
Here I come son 
Yo I think you better run 
Better run more, and move a little faster 
Second of thought and I'm coming to blast ya 
With my 
Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump 
left hand on a forty, puffin' on a blunt 
Pumped my shotgun, niggas didn't jump 
Lala la la lala la laaaa 
Comin' at you like a stiff blow, fuckin' up your program 
Ain't takin' shit from you him or no man 
Master mind maniac and a menace 
Oh, how they want to pass a sentence 
All because a nigga tried to play me on the trigger 
He missed 
So now the nigga's hist' 
Rude and crude like a pitbull 
Get to the point, your fuckin' going to get pulled 
Now, I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle 
And I'm handin' out beatdowns 
I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle 
And I'm handin' out beatdowns 
Get your face down! 
Put me in chains 
Try to beat my brains 
I can get out, but the grudge remains 
When I see ya punk ass, I'm gonna get ya 
Gatt ya 
Fucking do ya 
Shotgun goes boo-ya! 
Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump 
left hand on a forty, puffin' on a blunt 
Pumped my shotgun, niggas didn't jump 
Lala la la lala la laaaa 
Kickin' that funky Cypress Hill shit, 
Think I'll light another for the blunted to chill with 
'Cause I'm the chill one 
Known to get ill when 
They stepped to the Hill 
"What's up?", I had to kill one 
Now I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle 
And they got me on lock down 
Headed up the river with a boat and no paddle 
And they got me on lock down 
Livin' like a nigga who done lost his mind 
'Cause I ain't goin out like a spineless jellyfish 
Some say life is a bitch 
Ask that punk who dug his own ditch 
Up on the Hill fuckin' up at a party 
Tried to get funny, put a hole in his body 
Lala la la lala la laa 
Look at all of those funeral cars 
'Cause I'm a 
Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump 
left hand on a forty, puffin' on a blunt 
Pumped my shotgun, niggas didn't jump 
Lala la la lala la laaaa