16 Men Till There's No Men Left Lyrics - Cypress Hill Iv - Cypress Hill

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Sixteen men on a dead man's list 

Yo ho ho and a bag of indo 

Sixteen men till there's no one left 

Yo ho ho and a bag of indo 

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 takin' on all comers, droppin' bombers 

Reducin' numbers, makin' it hot like the summer 

(Pay) 

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This, one MC, 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 

(Follow) 

Bust a nut, all in your mouth, and made him swallow 

(Fuck them) 

I take sixteen MC's, 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 

(Hahahahaha) 

Tried to get double XL, they still fell 

Bitches go tell your troubles to Montel 

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Sixteen men now there's thirteen left 

Yo ho ho and a bag of indo 

Sixteen men now there's thirteen left 

Yo ho ho and a bag of indo 

I'm trippin' on the people controllin' the airwaves 

(Ohh) 

Got it goin' on, you know it all, but God save 

(Hhh) 

Your ass for clashin' with the soul assassin' 

(Hey, hey) 

That's like Mike fuckin' with Poppa Joe Jackson 

(Hhh) 

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 

(The fuck in your brain) 

As I sit back and say, tally ho 

One of these days your punk ass gonna go 

(Bye bye) 

Guess you had a key to figure the fuckin' flow 

(Hahaha) 

But you're locked out, and the bombs about to blow 

(Bey) 

Sixteen men let me see who's next? 

Yo ho ho and a bag of indo 

Sixteen men till there's no one left 

Yo ho ho and a bag of indo 

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 

(That came in way) 

Changed up to gain it all, but shared none 

(Ohh) 

Who made him all the money to overcome? 

Niggaz up on the hill, in the lab 

He was rollin' big balla style, high profile 

(Big balla) 

Oh child, make me wanna act juvenile 

All smiles, right in my face, but wait a minute now 

(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 

(Fuck them) 

Aey yo time's up, you're gonna end up seein' visions 

Of everybody, you fucked over, you're scared sober 

Sixteen men till there's no one left 

Yo ho ho them niggaz gotta go 

Sixteen men till there's no one left 

Yo ho ho them niggaz gotta go 

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 hilla 

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 

That was sixteen men now there's no one left 

Yo ho ho and a bag of indo 

Sixteen men now there's no one left 

Yo ho ho and a bag of indo 

There were sixteen men 

Now there's no men left 

Watch them all by slow 

While I lied of the indo 

There were sixteen men