Bitter Lyrics - Stoned Raiders - Cypress Hill

B-Real 

I lost my innocence at birth but I make no excuses 

for the trivial things and the pain life induces 

Bitches are wild, and so was I, young and stupid 

it's incredible, what a shitty circumstance produces them 

Criminals, led by the originals, high strung, motivated by the, principles 

some of us out - he used to think we were invincible 

on the corner bangin' and slangin' the high bitual 

Deadly rituals fill my head, nothin' spiritual 

Bullets filled up bodies like hands from my physical 

I got touched by the hot hands of bitter fools 

Divided and tempted snake bitten by the ridicule 

Frustration and hate filled my adrenaline 

I play doctors here's two bullets for your medicine 

I carry those days like a weapon close to me 

The memories of hot lead rippin' a hole through me 

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(Chorus: B-Real) 

Son, fill your heater, how bout chase killer 

Rock 'em up and show you're no quitter 

Snakes' pit every ground I landed on 

Hated on, but I'm still standin' strong 

You hate the songs that you pump up all day long 

Hated on, but I'm still standin' strong 

Snakes' pit, every ground I landed on 

Hated on, but I'm still standin' strong 

Stand... 

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B-Real 

So many, come and go in this lifetime that you serve 

Faces change, liscenses' everywhere you turn 

Gangsta's become blinded, visions become blurred 

Learned to stay alive to the real side of the curb 

You came along way but some still refuse to notice 

they turned they back on us and they tried to provoke us 

You ask about us, you talk trash about us 

walk fast around us, but my block fast allowed us 

Don't try to crowd us nigga, we'll smack you up 

Look around and see who's willin' to back you up 

You're in a ghost town and home alone like Macaulay nigga 

don't say my name nigga, don't even think of me 

Fire start spittin' from my grill piece, ya scorched up, touched up 

I'm the C4 that blew up your porch 

I spit venom quicker than the punch on your Porsche 

Venom so deadly I'll make your fuckin' life divorce ya 

Ask for Alamoney, bitches, you all phoney 

I'll make you sing the blues like you're Paulpau Coloney 

Go ask Moley, you in the middle of shit 

And anything you say I'll be known the shit 

The force drops hits a ball, makin' me die of laughter 

Cause I know what these son-of-a-bitches are after 

Your mind and soul, if your blind and cold 

then your true sign is shown, then your fuckin' mind is blown 

(Chorus: B-Real) 

Son, fill your heater, how bout chase killer 

Rock 'em up and show you're no quitter 

Snakes' pit every ground I landed on 

Hated on, but I'm still standin' strong 

You hate the songs that you pump up all day long 

Hated on, but we're still standin' strong 

Snakes' pit, every ground I landed on 

Hated on, but I'm still standin' strong 

Stand...