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Cypress Hill
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Dead Men Tell No Tales
Lyricist:Louis M. Freeze, Lawrence Muggerud
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Any die, if the beholder the soldier begins to bore Four score, seven bullets (Yeah hit the floor nigga!) Take you outdoor, darkness frightens you even more I'm here to enlighten you, with the hardcore Bring it raw, like the red, dead meat, in your plate (Bring it raw, mothafucka) And I'll fill you up with the energy the hill create I gets sticky, like a green bag of the bomb diggy Now I'm fuckin' with your head, and you realize that it's tricky
Got you paranoid, feeling the void, you can't take it The reward bein' destroyed, freakazoid toy With ya mind, all styles deployed, you find danger In the stranger's eye, the killin' comes second nature Your battle filled up the mind it's fallin' out, hear you callin' out For help, and all the fuckin' yellin' to is yourself (Hahaha run your mouth mothafucka) Crawlin' and beggin' for mercy means nothing when you bluffin' I'm pushin' the button and straight dumpin' on fools frontin'
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War pigs, you dig, see kickin' out Mr. Big Take a sip of wine, engage in a battle of the mind (Checkmate motherfucker!) You feelin' the force, meant for remorse, right from the source Your head is, gettin' fucked and I'm skippin' the intercourse Behold, the mic horse, you're takin' a loss nigga
Got the Nina Ross, don't need no cross, my fuckin' paper Chaser green bag gladiator, terminator weed germaniator The greater the risk you fuckin' hater Hit you with the psycho beta, clickin' the fader slow With the hi-lo, servin' the blow, who got the glow Dead men tale no tales, you fail to see the reason I'm easing to squeeze the trigger, go figure, it's killin' season
Nighty-night, mothafucka Pam pa ra ra Pam pa ra ra Pam pa ra ra Pam pa ra ra Pam pa ra ra Pam pa ra ra Pam pa ra ra
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