Dead Men Tell No Tales - Cypress Hill

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Any die

If the beholder the soldier begins to bore

Four score

Seven bullets (Yeah hit the floor ni**a )

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

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 f**kin 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 f**kin yellin to is yourself

Crawlin and beggin for mercy means nothing

When you bluffin

I'm pushin the button

And straight dumpin on fools frontin

Boo-yah come on motherf**ker

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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 motherf**ker )

You feelin the force meant for remorse

Right from the source

Your head is gettin f**ked

And I'm skippin the intercourse

Behold the Mic Horse

You're takin a loss ni**a

Got the Nina Ross don't need no cross

My f**kin paper

Chaser green bag gladiator

Terminator w**d germaniator

The greater the risk you f**kin hater

Hit you with the pyscho 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 mothaf**ka

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