Dead Men Tell No Tales Chords by Cypress Hill

[Intro]
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■   Any die if the beholder the soldier begins to bore
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Four score seven bullets


[Verse]
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Take you outdoor darkness frightens you even more
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I'm here to enlighten you with the hardcore
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Bring it raw like the red dead meat in your plate
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And I'll fill you up with the energy the Hill create
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I gets sticky like a green bag of the bomb diggy
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Now I'm fucking with your head and you realize that it's tricky
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Got you paranoid feeling the void you can't take it
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The reward being destroyed freakazoid toy
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With ya mind all styles deployed you find danger
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In the stranger's eye the killing comes second nature
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Your battle filled up the mind it's falling out hear you calling out
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For help and all the fucking yelling to is yourself
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Crawling and begging for mercy means nothing when you bluffing
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I'm pushing the button and straight dumping on fools fronting
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Booyah Come on motherfucker
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War pigs you dig see kicking out Mr Big
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Take a sip of wine engage in a battle of the mind
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You feeling the force meant for remorse right from the source
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Your head is getting fucked and I'm skipping the intercourse
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Behold the Mic Horse you're taking a loss nigga
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Got the Nina Ross don't need no cross my fucking paper
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Chaser green bag gladiator terminator weed germinator
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The greater the risk you fucking hater
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Hit you with the psycho beta clicking the fader slow
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With the HiLo serving the blow who got the glow
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Dead men tale no tales you fail to see the reason
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I'm easing to squeeze the trigger go figure it's killing season
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Nightynight motherfucker ■   ■  


[Outro]

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