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Cypress Hill lyrics : "16 Men Till There's No Men Left"

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[B-Real] 16 men on a dead man's list

[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!
[B-Real] 16 men till there's no one left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!


[Verse One: B-Real]


So many $#&@in emcees claim supremacy
on whose got hip-hop locked, it could never be
one who is solo, runnin the whole game

That's bull%#@!, like cops never sniffed cocaine
But I'm taking on all comers, droppin bombers
Reducin numbers, makin it hot like the summer

This, one emcee he couldn't deal with the skill
Like Jack did Jill, I rolled his $$# down the Hill
Beaten broken and coughin and chokin on the rhyme

like a hooker, suckin a dick for the first time
His, rhyme was hollow with no flow to follow
Bust a nut, all in your mouth, and made him swollow

I take 16 emcees, lock em in a room
Make em feel the contact, eatin the mushrooms
Playin with your mind, makin you feel the Force

Had to cancel out, two punk ^!$$%z up in The Source
Tried to get XXL, they still fell
(*##$es go tell your troubles to Montel


[B-Real] 16 men now there's 13 left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!

[B-Real] 16 men now there's 13 left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!


[Verse Two: B-Real]

I'm trippin on the people controllin the airwaves

Got it goin on, you know it all, but God save
your $$# for clashin with the Soul $$#assin
That's like Mike $#&@in with Poppa Joe Jackson

Ass-whoop all over the place, you can't hide behind
the physical, better run to the spiritual
Ass-whoop critical, or you can get it

from the lyrical, (*##$-made ^!$$%z are invisible
Dysfunctional, hypocritical, smile in your face
The $#&@in cynical %#@! brains

As I sit back and say, TALLY-HO!
One of these days your punk $$# gonna go
Guess you had a key to figure the $#&@in flow

but you're locked out, and the bomb's about to blow

[B-Real] 16 men let me see who's next

[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!
[B-Real] 16 men till there's no one left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!


[Verse Three: B-Real]


Twelve punks to go, who's next on the list
Matter of fact I got one in my head to fix
There was one particular fool in the circle who fell off

Greed overcame the ^!$$% who at all costs
changed up to gain it all, but shared none
Who made him all the money to overcome?

^!$$%z up on the Hill, in the lab
He was rollin big balla style, high profile
Oh child, make me wanna act juvenile

All smiles, right in my face, but wait a minute now
Welcome to the 360, degrees
Pay a fee when you $#&@in your people over the cheese

No soul, no conscience, no loyalty
to the ^!$$%z who got him treated, like royalty
Aiyyo time's up, you're gonna end up seein visions

of everybody, you $#&@ed over, you're Scared Sober

[B-Real] 16 men till there's no one left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho them ^!$$%z has gotta go
[B-Real] 16 men till there's no one left

[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho them ^!$$%z has gotta go

[Verse Four: B-Real]

$#&@ the hater with the symbol and no soul

And that (*##$ ^!$$% who stole my car stereo
Trick Deez, gets no love, she gets nuts
like $$# Miller, and that $#&@in ex-dealer
Can't forget the ^!$$% who was down with the Hill-a
And that punk who tried to dip into the squealer

You get bucked like C. Tucker and Will Bennett
Let me step, over the hump, and represent it
You go down like Jerry, and get smacked
like Trick Leo, now here's your $#&@in eulogy-o!


[B-Real] That was 16 men now there's no one left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo
[B-Real] 16 men now there's no one left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo

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