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Cypress Hill}

Sixteen men on a dead man`s list
Yo ho ho and a bag of indo
Sixteen men till there`s no one left
Yo ho ho and a bag of indo

So many f**kin` emcees claim supremacy
On whose got hip hop locked, it could never be
One who is solo, runnin` the whole game
That`s bulls**t, like cops never sniffed Cocaine
But I`m takin` on all comers, droppin` bombers
Reducin` numbers, makin` it hot like the summer
(Pay)

This, one MC, he couldn`t deal with the skill
Like Jack did Jill, I rolled his ass 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
(Follow)
Bust a nut, all in your mouth, and made him swallow
(F**k them)

I take sixteen MC`s, 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 ni**az up in the source
(Hahahahaha)
Tried to get double XL, they still fell
Bitches go tell your troubles to Montel

Sixteen men now there`s thirteen left
Yo ho ho and a bag of indo
Sixteen men now there`s thirteen left
Yo ho ho and a bag of indo

I`m trippin` on the people controllin` the airwaves
(Ohh)
Got it goin` on, you know it all, but God save
(Hhh)
Your ass for clashin` with the soul assassin`
(Hey, hey)
That`s like Mike f**kin` with Poppa Joe Jackson
(Hhh)

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, bitch made ni**az are invisible
Dysfunctional, hypocritical, smile in your face
The f**kin` cynical s**t brains
(The f**k in your brain)

As I sit back and say, tally ho
One of these days your punk ass gonna go
(Bye bye)
Guess you had a key to figure the f**kin` flow
(Hahaha)
But you`re locked out, and the bombs about to blow
(Bey)

Sixteen men let me see who`s next?
Yo ho ho and a bag of indo
Sixteen men till there`s no one left
Yo ho ho and a bag of indo

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 ni**a who at all costs
(That came in way)
Changed up to gain it all, but shared none
(Ohh)
Who made him all the money to overcome?

Ni**az up on the hill, in the lab
He was rollin` big balla style, high profile
(Big balla)
Oh child, make me wanna act juvenile
All smiles, right in my face, but wait a minute now
(Wait a minute now)

Welcome to the 360 degrees
Pay a fee when you f**kin` your people over the cheese
No soul, no conscience, no loyalty
To the ni**az who got him treated, like royalty
(F**k them)
Aey yo time`s up, you`re gonna end up seein` visions
Of everybody, you f**ked over, you`re scared sober

Sixteen men till there`s no one left
Yo ho ho them ni**az gotta go
Sixteen men till there`s no one left
Yo ho ho them ni**az gotta go

F**k the hater with the symbol and no soul
And that bitch ni**a who stole my car stereo
Trick Deez, gets no love, she gets nuts
Like ass Miller, and that f**kin` ex dealer
Can`t forget the ni**a who was down with the hilla
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 f**kin` eulogy o

That was sixteen men now there`s no one left
Yo ho ho and a bag of indo
Sixteen men now there`s no one left
Yo ho ho and a bag of indo

There were sixteen men
Now there`s no men left
Watch them all by slow
While I lied of the indo
There were sixteen men