Cypress Hill - Another Body Drops

You ready holmie?
Yup.

My first mission runnin through the hood to smoke jack
With memories poppin in my head recall that

Late night creepin through the alley with six deuce
Strapped up everybody focused no mixed views

A sawed off pumped in my hand with two shells
The other four holmies on the scene with c*cktails
One nigg* lookin for popos and foes hell
Someone lookin through windows the door bells

Goes off followed by the punk you gas bomb
Adrenaline pumped up still I remain calm

House lit up you could see it for eight blocks
Runnin through the hood run in front of the fade cops

The game chase but they couldnt cover the streets up
Rolled out ran into the spot to meet up

Strapped down covered up the tracks and back home
Laid low earned me a stripe perfect no

Shoot em up
Bang bang
Another body dropped
You cant stop the head nod
Soot em up
Bang bang
Another body dropped
You cant stop the hip-hop
Shoot em up
Bang bang
Another body dropped
You cant stop the head nod
Shoot em up
Bang bang
Another body dropped
You cant stop the gunshots

Yeah Ill hit your block up better lock up
fk the gang and s**t dont stop uh

A mad dog with a bob in the reagle
Go into mode and just kill all your people
Coast to coast aint a nigg* more evil
Now made me act a lot and call Sen Diesel

Rock the block with the M one six
.44 mag like a east war fit
This here granadilla break you off right quick
Be prayin up to Jesus and all that s**t

Uh be jackin when they see my bucket
Roll down they block they hide and say fk it

Come back in form of an assassin
Three hundred yards with the infrared action

Troop is the layer black Doc Holiday
Cuancho raider the modern day huh

Shoot em up
Bang bang
Another body dropped
You cant stop the head nod
Soot em up
Bang bang
Another body dropped
You cant stop the hip-hop
Shoot em up
Bang bang
Another body dropped
You cant stop the head nod
Shoot em up
Bang bang
Another body dropped
You cant stop the gunshots

Yeah, now shooting up your town. Them bad as* assassins, boy.
Thought you knew. Check this out, you better be packin, fool. Hyeah.

I manned all missions when I was a youth so thoughtless
G ride no fingerprints its spotless
Six bows h*ttin all the Gs and we got this
Rag top down like a stripper thats topless

See me hittin the corner you meltdown
Slugs fly thugs die moment ya fell down
Somebodys screamin you hangin the hell down
Im certified nigg* when youre sittin there spellbound
No thoughts barkin just hearin the hellhounds
Burn you with the heaters spittin out twelve rounds

Its life in the hood no escapin the gunplay
Buy one day Im out gotta figure out some way
Rats in the park all scatter when guns spray
Got you locked in now where do the slugs stray
I found ways out but the street be one way
Got a dark mind no thoughts blacker than Sunday

Shoot em up
Bang bang
Another body dropped
You cant stop the head nod
Soot em up
Bang bang
Another body dropped
You cant stop the hip-hop
Shoot em up
Bang bang
Another body dropped
You cant stop the head nod
Shoot em up
Bang bang
Another body dropped
You cant stop the gunshots

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