Cypress Hill - Another Victory Lyrics

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Get ready motherfuckers

You can't fuck with the [unverified] please no interruptions

Your crew pull up guns get waxed in the sun

Like my rag top six five smash you with the switches

The hitch is you're gettin' too big for your britches

Why you runnin' like bitches with your tail up i'm the thug pirate

Put the sail up your whole crew frail what

You want this joint suck it inhale nut

Niggas are feelin' this track in braile huh

We're grade a while you motherfuckers fail what

You understand imitators gotta bail up

To all the males and females gangin' up

All on my cell phone talkin' shit hangin' up

I gotta show you how a nigga bang it up slangin' cuts

Your squad against mine

Your minor leagues with major

Detail the plans like verse

Hit hard catch you off guard another victory

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I slay rappers with precision i got vision like anakin'

You panicin' i'm leavin' you stiffer than a mannequin

My high lyrics constantly brain damagin'

Brandishin' a fire arm still managin'

Hurt niggas bandagin' who give my lyrics that play like a mandalin'

I hold my mic like my dick but you handlin'

I kill flows on tracks who abandonin'

I eat you like pussy then take a sample

Then spit fire in the places you standin' in

I take a fool to the hill

Light a candle then you in the dark stuck part in the scandalin'

Now i see your whole brain's scramblin'

Don't like what you hear change the channel then nigga

Your squad against mine

Your minor leagues with major

Detail the plans like verse

Hit hard catch you off guard another victory

I spark cells of a rhythm you best listen get it over with

Stolen shit rollin' it cypress ownin' it bitin' niggas clonin' it

I got a dog got a bone to pick you holdin' it

Suck it hard swallow easy put a soul in it

Your body's on the floor head got a hole in it

The weed master rhyme killer mic controllin' it

You still fuckin' but your wack ain't throwin' it

Stepped in shit now your chillin' all alone in it

Head full of hair still ain't combin' it

Five child in the world who's ropin' it

Never know if i'm high or i'm throwin' shit

I got you stuck in the twilight zone on shit

I'm the owner of the fat joint you rollin' with bitch

Your squad against mine

Your minor leagues with major

Detail the plans like verse

Hit hard catch you off guard another victory

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