Cypress Hill - Another Body Drops

You ready holmie?
Yup

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
Strapped 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, in Forest Hill
Someone looking through windows
The doorbells goes off 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 couldn't 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 stripe a fat no

Shoot 'em up, bang bang
Another body drops, you can't stop the head nod
Shoot 'em up, bang bang
Another body drops, you can't stop the hip-hop
Shoot 'em up, bang bang
Another body drops, you can't stop the head nod
Shoot 'em up, bang bang
Another body drops, you can't stop the gunshots

Heat your block up, better lock up
Fuck the gang ain't shit don't stop uh
A mad dog with a bob in the Regal
Go into mode and just kill all your people
Coast to coast ain't a nigga 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 hand grenade break you off right quick
Be prayin' up to Jesus and all that shit
Uh niggas be jackin' when they see my bucket
Roll down they block they hide and say fuck 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 drops, you can't stop the head nod
Shoot 'em up, bang bang
Another body drops, you can't stop the hip-hop
Shoot 'em up, bang bang
Another body drops, you can't stop the head nod
Shoot 'em up, bang bang
Another body drops, you can't stop the gunshots

Yeah, now shooting up your town
Them bad ass assassins, boy
Thought you knew
Check this out, you better be packin', fool, huh

I ran more missions when I was a youth so thoughtless
G ride no fingerprints it's spotless
Six bows hittin' all the Gs and we got this
Rag top down like a stripper that's topless
See me hittin' the corner you meltdown
Slugs fly thugs die moment ya fell down
Somebody's screamin' you hangin' the hell down
I'm certified nigga when you're sittin' there spellbound
No thoughts barkin' just hearin' the hellhounds
Burn you with the heaters spittin' out twelve rounds
It's life in the hood no escapin' the gunplay
But one day I'm 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 drops, you can't stop the head nod
Shoot 'em up, bang bang
Another body drops, you can't stop the hip-hop
Shoot 'em up, bang bang
Another body drops, you can't stop the head nod
Shoot 'em up, bang bang
Another body drops, you can't stop the gunshots

Written by:
Larry E. Muggerud, Louis M. Freeze, Senen Reyes

Publisher:
Lyrics © SOUL ASSASSINS INC, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC

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