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