[MC Eiht]
  Geeyeah, Soul Assassins two times, stick em!
  Geeyeah, Cypress Hill three times, come on!
  Geeyeah..
  
  Infiltration be our daily operation for chasin
  Cross the seven seas eased, clockin much conversation
  Penetration, you know we gets busy, no hesitation
  Greenery, hand-picked, from my own plantation
  Feels the heat, under the som-brero
  to any amigo that's tryin to, stop the dineros
  Chills with, senoritas, like charro
  Get drunk off tequila lay low til tomorrow
  Follow, my flow, get the cash and go
  Call my homey B-Rizzy in Mexico City
  Loose lips sink ships, faker faces got guilt
  Didn't mean to call you late, I need a hideout til..
  cool, homey, I'll bring some fuckin skunk
  The homey smuggle me across lines in a trunk
  Just like a bird I'm free, in a land
  with no fuckin extradition treaty, I'm out, geyeah
  
  "Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God" [2X]
  "With the crew from off the Hill"
  
  [B-Real]
  B-Really killin the Phillie now can you feel me from the
  Soul Assassin committee, the shitty niggaz never thrill me
  You silly bitches never respect, neglect money
  You funny or broke, think it's a joke, your nose is runny
  Got my main man, Mr. Rocho kickin the vocals
  from the Eastside, where it's loco sellin the poco
  From the two G's, breakin the leaves of cheese, makin the bacon
  You hear it sizzle got your hands ready for the takin
  Evading the pigs, raiding my crib, I'm mad lib
  and I wanna live and I'm givin the message droppin the lesson
  Flippin shit, and I'm keepin em guessin they all stressin
  Hit the lullaby, no confession, we in session
  
  "Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God" [4X]
  "With the crew from off the Hill"
  
  [MC Eiht]
  We's beez the three amigos, skates with nickel plates
  under the seat and we goes East Coast/West Coast, anybody killer!
  Soul Assassins gets the cash and smash *vroom*
  Who spits the Glocks like uno and dos?
  Makin your body dissapear like a ghost
  One time's tryin to gaffle me, harassin me
  tryin to send me to the penetentiary
  
  [B-Real]
  In the nighttime, niggaz are creepin you fuckin sleepin
  And the beat, just keeps on seepin into the street
  While you peakin I'm meetin and greetin the people speakin
  and leadin the motherfuckers who's seekin to catch, ruckus
  Meaning you suckers no-luckers overdub us, nut hug us
  You love us, you can't stop, these mad audio hustlers
  
  "Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God" [5X]