CYPRESS HILL

CYPRESS HILL - Another Body Drops lyrics

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[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 cocktails

One nigga 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 x4]

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

Fuck the gangsta shit, 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

Niggaz be duckin when they see my bucket

Roll down their block they high they say fuck it

Jump back and forth

Like a assassin

30 yards with the inferred action

True pistolire

Black Doc Holiday

Just a true raider of the modern day

[Chorus x4]

[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 nigga, 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 x4]

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