CYPRESS HILL - Another Victory lyrics

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Get ready motherfuckers!<br><br>You can't fuck with the [spanish]<br>Please no interruptions<br>Your crew pull up guns get waxed in the sun<br>Like my rag top six-five<br>Smash you with the switches<br>The hitch is, you're gettin too big for your britches<br>Why you runnin like bitches<br>With your tail up, I'm the thug pirate<br>Put the sail up - your whole crew frail, what<br>You want this joint, suck it inhale nut<br>Niggas are feelin' this track in braile, huh<br>We're grade a while you motherfuckers fail, what<br>You understand, immitators gotta bail up<br>To all the males and females gangin' up<br>All on my cell phone talkin' shit, hangin' up<br>I gotta show you how a nigga bang it up<br>Slangin' cuts<br><br>Chorus:<br><br>Your squad against mine<br>Your minor leaks with major<br>Detail the plans like verse<br>Hit hard, catch you off guard<br>Another victory<br><br>I slay rappers with precision<br>I got vision like anakin<br>You panicin' I'm leavin you stiffer than a manequin<br>My high lyrics constantly brain damagin'<br>Brandishin' a fire arm, still managin'<br>Hurt niggas, bandagin' who give my lyrics<br>That play like a mandalin<br>I hold my mic like my dick, but you handlin'<br>I kill flows on tracks who abandonin'<br>I eat you like pussy, then take a sample,<br>Then spit fire in the places you standin' in<br>I take a fool to the hill<br>Light a candle then you in the dark stuck part in the scandalin'<br>Now I see your whole brain's scramblin'<br>Don't like what you hear, change the channel then nigga<br><br>Chorus<br><br>I spark cells of a rhythm<br>You best listen, get it over with<br>Stolen shit, rollin it, cypress ownin' it<br>Bitin' niggas clonin it,<br>I got a dog got a bone to pick, you holdin' it<br>Suck it hard swallow easy, put a soul in it<br>Your body's on the floor, head got a hole in it<br>The weed master, rhyme killer, mic controllin' it<br>You still fuckin' but your wack, ain't throwin' it<br>Stepped in shit, now your chillin' all alone in it<br>Head full of hair, still ain't combin' it<br>Five child in the world who's ropin' it<br>Never know if I'm high or I'm throwin' shit<br>I got you stuck in the twilight zone on shit<br>I'm the owner of the fat joint you rollin' with, bitch<br><br>Chorus