16 Men Till There`s No Men Left Lyrics

16 Men Till There`s No Men Left lyrics

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We would like to present to you
a group that is
simply just marvelous, just marvelous
Ladies and gentlemen, Cypress,
Hill

[B-Real] 16 men on a dead man's list
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag
of indo!
[B-Real] 16 men till there's no one left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a
bag of indo!

Verse One: B-Real

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 taking on all comers, droppin bombers
Reducin numbers, makin it hot like
the summer
This, one emcee 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
Bust a nut, all in your mouth, and made him
swollow
I take 16 emcees, 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
Tried to get XXL, they still
fell
Bitches go tell your troubles to Montel

[B-Real] 16 men now
there's 13 left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!
[B-Real] 16 men now
there's 13 left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo!

Verse Two:
B-Real

I'm trippin on the people controllin the airwaves
Got it goin
on, you know it all, but God save
your ass for clashin with the Soul
Assassin
That's like Mike fuckin with Poppa Joe Jackson
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
As I sit back and say,
TALLY-HO!
One of these days your punk ass gonna go
Guess you had a key to
figure the fuckin flow
but you're locked out, and the bomb's about to
blow

[B-Real] 16 men let me see who's next
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a
bag of indo!
[B-Real] 16 men till there's no one left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho
and a bag of indo!

Verse Three: B-Real

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
changed up to gain it all, but shared none
Who made him all the
money to overcome?
Niggaz up on the Hill, in the lab
He was rollin big
balla style, high profile
Oh child, make me wanna act juvenile
All
smiles, right in my face, but 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
Aiyyo time's up, you're gonna end up seein visions
of everybody,
you fucked over, you're Scared Sober

[B-Real] 16 men till there's no one
left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho them niggaz has gotta go
[B-Real] 16 men till
there's no one left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho them niggaz has gotta go

Verse
Four: B-Real

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 Hill-a
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!

[B-Real] That was 16 men now
there's no one left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo
[B-Real] 16 men
now there's no one left
[SenDog] Yo-ho-ho and a bag of indo