CYPRESS HILL - 16 Men Till There's No Men Left lyrics

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Ladies and gentlemen<br>We would like to present to you<br>A group that is simply just marvelous, just marvelous<br>Ladies and gentlemen, cypress, hill<br><br>[b-real] 16 men on a dead man's list<br>[sendog] yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!<br>[b-real] 16 men till there's no one left<br>[sendog] yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!<br><br>Verse one: b-real<br><br>So many fuckin emcees claim supremacy<br>On whose got hip-hop locked, it could never be<br>One who is solo, runnin the whole game<br>That's bullshit, like cops never sniffed cocaine<br>But I'm taking on all comers, droppin bombers<br>Reducin numbers, makin it hot like the summer<br>This, one emcee he couldn't deal with the skill<br>Like jack did jill, I rolled his ass down the hill<br>Beaten broken and coughin and chokin on the rhyme<br>Like a hooker, suckin a dick for the first time<br>His, rhyme was hollow with no flow to follow<br>Bust a nut, all in your mouth, and made him swollow<br>I take 16 emcees, lock em in a room<br>Make em feel the contact, eatin the mushrooms<br>Playin with your mind, makin you feel the force<br>Had to cancel out, two punk niggaz up in the source<br>Tried to get xxl, they still fell<br>Bitches go tell your troubles to montel<br><br>[b-real] 16 men now there's 13 left<br>[sendog] yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!<br>[b-real] 16 men now there's 13 left<br>[sendog] yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!<br><br>Verse two: b-real<br><br>I'm trippin on the people controllin the airwaves<br>Got it goin on, you know it all, but God save<br>Your ass for clashin with the soul assassin<br>That's like mike fuckin with poppa joe jackson<br>Ass-whoop all over the place, you can't hide behind<br>The physical, better run to the spiritual<br>Ass-whoop critical, or you can get it<br>From the lyrical, bitch-made niggaz are invisible<br>Dysfunctional, hypocritical, smile in your face<br>The fuckin cynical shit brains<br>As I sit back and say, tally-ho!<br>One of these days your punk ass gonna go<br>Guess you had a key to figure the fuckin flow<br>But you're locked out, and the bomb's about to blow<br><br>[b-real] 16 men let me see who's next<br>[sendog] yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!<br>[b-real] 16 men till there's no one left<br>[sendog] yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!<br><br>Verse three: b-real<br><br>Twelve punks to go, who's next on the list<br>Matter of fact I got one in my head to fix<br>There was one particular fool in the circle who fell off<br>Greed overcame the nigga who at all costs<br>Changed up to gain it all, but shared none<br>Who made him all the money to overcome? <br>Niggaz up on the hill, in the lab<br>He was rollin big balla style, high profile<br>Oh child, make me wanna act juvenile<br>All smiles, right in my face, but wait a minute now<br>Welcome to the 360, degrees<br>Pay a fee when you fuckin your people over the cheese<br>No soul, no conscience, no loyalty<br>To the niggaz who got him treated, like royalty<br>Aiyyo time's up, you're gonna end up seein visions<br>Of everybody, you fucked over, you're scared sober<br><br>[b-real] 16 men till there's no one left<br>[sendog] yo-ho-ho them niggaz has gotta go<br>[b-real] 16 men till there's no one left<br>[sendog] yo-ho-ho them niggaz has gotta go<br><br>Verse four: b-real<br><br>Fuck the hater with the symbol and no soul<br>And that bitch nigga who stole my car stereo<br>Trick deez, gets no love, she gets nuts<br>Like ass miller, and that fuckin ex-dealer<br>Can't forget the nigga who was down with the hill-a<br>And that punk who tried to dip into the squealer<br>You get bucked like c. tucker and will bennett<br>Let me step, over the hump, and represent it<br>You go down like jerry, and get smacked<br>Like trick leo, now here's your fuckin eulogy-o!<br><br>[b-real] that was 16 men now there's no one left<br>[sendog] yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo<br>[b-real] 16 men now there's no one left<br>[sendog] yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo