Cypress Hill | Lyrics | Make a Move

The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides
By the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men
Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and good will
Shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness

For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children
And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger
Those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers
And you will know my name is the Lord
When I lay my vengeance upon thee

Smokin' MCs 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 f*** about who dies
When you're in the middle of the f*****'

No question, confrontation
No where 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 fragily?
Growin' inside your mind like a tumor
Spreadin' in your head like a rumor

Venomous
I'm from the underground
I take care of business
What the f*** 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 an' colors
Let me get the rope an' hang 'em 'til their f*****' 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 controllin' your ass, with the rough s*** here to bring
My army grows like Buddha, I sold ya
Every seed planted is another f*****' 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, dwellin' 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, rollin' 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
An' rip these niggas in half with the paragraph
They can't find a path, I like the aftermath

Still I reign the sect we remain
The big bad Cypress Hill, f*****' 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, one can clearly see
What they 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