Cypress Hill - 16 Men Till There's No Men Left Lyrics

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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 fuckin' emcees claim supremacy

On whose got hip hop locked it could never be

One who is solo runnin' the whole game

That's bullshit 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

(fuck 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 niggaz 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

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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 fuckin' 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 niggaz are invisible

Dysfunctional hypocritical smile in your face

The fuckin' cynical shit brains

(the fuck 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 fuckin' 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 nigga 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?

Niggaz 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 fuckin' your people over the cheese

No soul no conscience no loyalty

To the niggaz who got him treated like royalty

(fuck them)

Aey yo time's up you're gonna end up seein' visions

Of everybody you fucked over you're scared sober

Sixteen men till there's no one left

Yo ho ho them niggaz gotta go

Sixteen men till there's no one left

Yo ho ho them niggaz gotta go

Fuck the hater with the symbol and no soul

And that bitch nigga who stole my car stereo

Trick deez gets no love she gets nuts

Like ass miller and that fuckin' ex dealer

Can't forget the nigga 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 fuckin' 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

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