"Live and direct"
  
  One little two little three little putos
  Tried to jack me they got the boot-o
  Taking no shit when push comes to shove
  'Cause the niggas showed me no love
  Step back punk 'cause I'm a Latino
  What I bring you is the hardcore lingo
  Funky, but ya don't understand
  Now I gotta stand with the Glock in my hand
  No scope
  And there's no hope
  'Cause I'm dishin'
  Out my .45 slug and it ain't missin'
  Here it comes hissin'
  Here it comes hummin' at ya
  Now the slug is comin' at ya
  
  One little two little three hoodlums
  Gotta hit the ground 'cause here the slug comes
  What do you know, click clack goes the gun
  Make 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, make 'em run
  
  Cuando entro, loonie es el fuerte
  Speakin' to the gente
  'Cause I'm insane in the mente
  Movin' em back, click-click goes the gun
  Make 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, make 'em run
  It's no fun
  When I got to break you off some
  Of the psycobeta beatdown, boy you get done
  Serio
  Here we go
  Off for the muchacho
  Come if you really want some of the chingazo
  Me caso you don't hear this little lazo
  Cypress Hill, breaking you off a pedazo
  Humming at ya
  Don't make me come gatt ya
  Punk 'cause I still will be comin' at ya
  
  One little two little three hoodlums
  Gotta hit the ground 'cause here the slug comes
  What do you know, click clack goes the gun
  Make 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, make 'em run
  
  When I come in, kickin' with a vengeance
  Swift of the engines
  Coming like the three little indians
  Stompin' around on the ground on the plains
  'Cause a nigga like me is goin' insane
  In the brain
  So I gotta maintain
  My direction
  What I mighta gained
  Without my protection
  Not a damn thing
  So when I come just bring
  That new style, break ya off like a chicken wing
  Buckooock!!
  So you can just suck my cock
  Like a fat blunt, stoned is the way of the walk
  When I'm peepin'
  Checkin' out the punk-ass creepin'
  I let the dogs loose then I let the dogs sick 'em
  Graaah! Nigga don't make me catch ya
  Punk 'cause I still will be comin' at ya
  
  One little two little three hoodlums
  Gotta hit the ground 'cause here the slug comes
  What do you know, click clack goes the gun
  Make 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, make 'em run