16 Men Till There's No Men Left

{Ladies and Gentlemen We would like to present to you A group that is simply Just marvelous, just marvelous Ladies and Gentlemen Cypress Hill} 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) 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 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