Cypress Hill Lyrics

Album: Till Death Do Us Part

Another Body Drops Lyrics

[Verse One]

 My first mission

 Running through the hood with small jacks

 My memories popping in my head recall that

 Late night creeping through the alley with six dudes

 Scraped up everybody focused no mixed views

 The sawed off pump in my hand with two shells

 The other four homies on the scene with cocktails

 One nigga looking for po po

 Someone looking through windows

 The doorbells go followed by the pump and gas bomb

 Adrenaline pumped up

 Still I remain calm

 House lit up

 You can see it for eight blocks

 Running through the hood

 Running from them fake cops

 They gave chase but they couldnt cover the streets up

 We broke out ran into the spot to meet up

 Strapped down cover up the tracks

 And back home

 Lay low earn me a strap

 Perfect

 

 [Chorus 4X]

 Shoot Em Up Bang Bang

 Another body drop

 You can't stop the hip-hop

 

 [Verse Two]

 I'll hit your block up

 Better lock up

 Fuck the gangsta shit, it don't stop a

 I'm mad dog with the bomb in the regal

 Going to the mall, and kill all your people

 Coast to coast, and a lil more evil

 The maniac killer

 Car so diesel

 Ride the block with m16

 44 mag

 Fit this here hand grenade

 I'll break it off right quick

 Niggaz be duckin when they see my bucket

 Roll down their block they high they say fuck it

 Jump back and forth

 Like a assassin

 30 yards with the inferred action

 True pistolire

 Black Doc Holiday

 Just a true raider of the modern day

 

 [Chorus 4X]

 

 [Verse Three]

 I ran all missions

 When I was a youth so thoughtless

 G ride no fingerprints, its spotless

 6 4 sitting on easy we got this

 Rag top down like a stripper we topless

 See me hit the corner you melt down

 Slugs fly thugf die moment you fell down

 Somebody screaming yo get the hell down

 I'm certified nigga, where you sitting is spell bound

 Your dogs walking, just hearing the hell hounds

 Burn you with the heaters spitting out 12 rounds

 Its life in the hood

 No escaping the gun play

 One day I'm out, gotta figure out some way

 Rats in the park

 Dark scattering thugs spray

 Got you locked in, not one slug was stray

 I found ways out, but it seems to be one way

 Gotta duck my darts back until Sunday

 

 [Chorus 4X]