Another Victory Chords by Cypress Hill

Get ready motherfuckers!
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_ _ _ I got a nigga banging up, all on my cell phone, pocket shit hanging up, [Bb] I gotta show [Ebm] you how a nigga banging up.
Slang and cut, you squatted his mind, your mind at least we made ya, you tell the plans right first, hit hard, catch you off guard, another victory.
[C] You wanna [Db] flare up [Ebm] motherfucka, huh?
_ You squatted his mind, your mind at least we made ya, you tell the plans right first, hit hard, catch you off guard, another victory.
Come and meet my little friend.
I slay rappers with precision, I got vision, like Anakin, you panicking, I'm leaving you stiff off in a mannequin.
My high lyrics constantly brain damaging, brandishing a firearm, still managing, hurt niggas bandaging.
[Dbm] Moving by lyrics [Ebm] that play you like a mandolin, I hold my mic like my dick, what you handling?
I kill flows on tracks you abandoning, I eat you like pussy, then take a sample then, spit fire in the brick as you standing in.
I take a fool to the hill, light a candle then, you [Dbm] and the gossip, [Ebm] talking the scandal in.
Now I see your whole brain scrambling, don't like what you hear, change the channel then, nigga.
You squatted his mind, your mind at least we [Dbm] made ya, you [Ebm] tell the plans right first, hit hard, catch you off guard, another victory.
You want [Dbm] more?
[Ebm] Ok, ok, I take you for more.
You squatted his mind, your mind at least we made ya, you tell the plans right first, hit hard, catch you off guard, another victory.
I [Dbm] step on your [Ebm] fucking cock, bro.
I spark cells over rhythm, you best listen, get [Dbm] it over [Ebm] with, don't listen, pulling it.
Cypress on the neck, fighting niggas, cloning it.
I got a dog, got a polar pig, you holding it.
Suck it hard, swallow easy, put a soul in it.
Your body's on the floor, head got a hole in it.
The weed blaster, I'm killing, mic controlling it.
You still fucking, but your eye ain't knowing it.
Step to shit, now you're chilling all alone in [Bb] it.
Head full of [Ebm] hair, step ain't combing it.
Wild child in the world, who's combing it?
Never know if I'm high or I'm throwing shit.
I got you stuck in the choir, like Jonah shit.
I'm the owner of the factory, you own it with, bitch.
You squatted his mind, your mind at least we made ya, you tell the plans right first, hit hard, catch you off guard, another victory.
Look at you [Db] now, [Ebm] look at you, you fuck.
You squatted his mind, your mind at least we made ya, you tell the plans right first, hit hard, catch you off guard, another victory.
You fucking piece of shit.
You don't know who [Dbm] you fucking with, huh?
[Ebm] This is Cypress here, your soul assassin.
You fucking piece of shit.
I'll fucking beat on this putt.
You fucking bastard.
I'll fucking stick my gun up your fucking ass.
You fucking piece of shit.
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