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Ladies and gentlemen 
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

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