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checkmate (hang 'em high remix) (radio edit) - cypress hill lyrics

1st verse — senen

here we go yall its that n-gga hecta
lunatic smokin loop loose in your sector
got my eye on the money apparatus
like a dog to a bone yeah, you know i gotta have it
anywhere near the sh-t and i’m a grab it
turn around spin see your face and jab it
drop you like one of these ill bad habits
hunt you like a hillbilly huntin rabbit
cutting n-ggas up like muggs on the wheel
for real penitentiary steel
put heads to bed from a choke of a head lock
fadin bald heads to perms and even dred locks
bway rude boy wit my style i could get foul or wild
or breakfool for awhile

2nd verse — b real

look, look, look
everywhere you get shook
from the p-wn takin out the rook
all by the book
lives get took and takin you’re pulsating
you can’t breath no need to look up and see me
your last hope, when you want mellow you call whoever, for the
hype sh-t you call the hill
put it together
runnin this game, bringin the same raw sh-t
over the hill and through the city
we come equipt
to the letter bringin your temperature down low, what i reveal
the good sh-t to heal all souls
makin you roll late night
you’re trippin my games tight
with the new sh-t i bring it’s never the same hype
so push that sh-t up, get up
don’t let up
no matter how much blood you spit up
you can never be f-ckin with greenthumb
the outcome specific, you spliff it calapsed lung
we hit hard breakin you guard
you can tell when the bells ring we’re bustin your sh-ll
the p-wns fell

(hook)
check mate fool, hang ’em high
got the live sh-t bangin, when ever you wanna try
shoot to thrill, via the hill we take ’em all
check mate fool where ever the p-wns fall….(repeat)

i’m a freak that funk
and slam it in the trunk
i’m a k!ll all junk
with a suicide punk
ain’t n0body came my way
talkin’ bout the westide of la
so whatever punk -ss
cl!ck you claim
keep poppin that sh-t
and i’m a bent you frame
’cause i want that
big time -ssh0l-
studio gangsta
woof all of that sh-t
but left out the main factor

my n-gga sen’s, rollin again
remember when, we rocked shows
battling foes, the time’s been
long. strong with the styles you’re in
hear the wind. like blood pourin out of the pen
the ink stains slim chance if it get in your brain
the hot flash got you heated
with repeated attacks over the tracks
smack n-ggas up, back n-ggas up
hack n-ggas up, jack n-ggas up
hangin the whack n-ggas up
snowfall effect we’re rollin the city limits

crushin the b-tch -ss n-ggas with all the gimics…(hook)

- cypress hill lyrics

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