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