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Another Victory
Cypress Hill

Date Added: 2004-12-21 07:38:24

Get ready motherfuckers!
You can't fuck with the [spanish]
please no interruptions
your crew pull up guns get waxed in the sun
like my rag top six-five
smash you with the switches
the hitch is, you're gettin too big for your britches
why you runnin like bitches
with your tail up, i'm the thug pirate
put the sail up - your whole crew frail, what
you want this joint, suck it inhale nut
niggas are feelin' this track in braile, huh
we're grade a while you motherfuckers fail, what
you understand, immitators gotta bail up
to all the males and females gangin' up
all on my cell phone talkin' shit, hangin' up
i gotta show you how a nigga bang it up
slangin' cuts
Chorus:
Your squad against mine
you're minor leagues with major
detail the plans like verse
hit hard, catch you off guard
another victory

i slay rappers with precision
i got vision like anakin
you panicin' i'm leavin you stiffer than a mannequin
my high lyrics constantly brain damagin'
brandishin' a fire arm, still managin'
hurt niggas, bandagin' who give my lyrics
that play like a mandalin
i hold my mic like my dick, but you handlin'
i kill flows on tracks who abandonin'
i eat you like pussy, then take a sample,
then spit fire in the places you standin' in
i take a fool to the hill
light a candle then you in the dark stuck part in the scandalin'
now i see your whole brain's scramblin'
don't like what you hear, change the channel then nigga
Chorus

i spark cells of a rhythm
you best listen, get it over with
stolen shit, rollin it, cypress ownin' it
bitin' niggas clonin it,
i got a dog got a bone to pick, you holdin' it
suck it hard swallow easy, put a soul in it
your body's on the floor, head got a hole in it
the weed master, rhyme killer, mic controllin' it
you still fuckin' but your wack, ain't throwin' it
stepped in shit, now your chillin' all alone in it
head full of hair, still ain't combin' it
five child in the world who's ropin' it
never know if i'm high or i'm throwin' shit
i got you stuck in the twilight zone on shit
i'm the owner of the fat joint you rollin' with, bitch
Chorus


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