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Cypress Hill lyrics : "Another Body Drops"

[Verse One]
My first mission
Running through the hood with small jacks

My memories popping in my head recall that
Late night creeping through the alley with six dudes
Scraped up everybody focused no mixed views

The sawed off pump in my hand with two shells
The other four homies on the scene with @@#!tails
One ^!$$% looking for po po

Someone looking through windows
The doorbells go followed by the pump and gas bomb
Adrenaline pumped up

Still I remain calm
House lit up
You can see it for eight blocks

Running through the hood
Running from them fake cops
They gave chase but they couldnt cover the streets up

We broke out ran into the spot to meet up
Strapped down cover up the tracks
And back home

Lay low earn me a strap
Perfect


[Chorus 4X]
Shoot Em Up Bang Bang
Another body drop

You can't stop the hip-hop

[Verse Two]

I'll hit your block up
Better lock up
$#&@ the gangsta %#@!, it don't stop a

I'm mad dog with the bomb in the regal
Going to the mall, and kill all your people
Coast to coast, and a lil more evil

The maniac killer
Car so diesel
Ride the block with m16

44 mag
Fit this here hand grenade
I'll break it off right quick

^!$$%z be duckin when they see my bucket
Roll down their block they high they say $#&@ it
Jump back and forth

Like a $$#assin
30 yards with the inferred action
True pistolire

Black Doc Holiday
Just a true raider of the modern day


[Chorus 4X]

[Verse Three]

I ran all missions
When I was a youth so thoughtless
G ride no fingerprints, its spotless

6 4 sitting on easy we got this
Rag top down like a stripper we topless
See me hit the corner you melt down

Slugs fly thugf die moment you fell down
Somebody screaming yo get the hell down
I'm certified ^!$$%, where you sitting is spell bound

Your dogs walking, just hearing the hell hounds
Burn you with the heaters spitting out 12 rounds
Its life in the hood

No escaping the gun play
One day I'm out, gotta figure out some way
Rats in the park

Dark scattering thugs spray
Got you locked in, not one slug was stray
I found ways out, but it seems to be one way

Gotta duck my darts back until Sunday

[Chorus 4X]

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