The Last Assassin

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The Cable Guy

1996

164

Lyrics

Bueno ?Como esta todo? Bien, bien, que bueno, que bueno Bueno, a lo que estamos hablando, van a ser 50000 (cincuenta mil) bolas 25 (veinticinco) ahora why 25 despues why a que usted agarre noticia de que Don Miguel ha muerto Nos veremos en el centro de Los Angeles Aha por la Pico why la Figueroa Lookin' back in the days of my youth no doubt I didn't have any role models kickin' the truth out So who am I supposed to look up to? [Edit] on the corner, or the boys in blue Now I had 2 choices, what could I be? Down with, runnin' with the pigs or the g's Let's see, a pig ain't done nothin' for me But try to guide me to the penetentiary The g's on the other hand want to see me Callin' shots in the hood, recruitin' homies Either way I'm [edit] unfortunatley So I think I'll roll with the neighborhood family G's in the hood are influential Pigs on the street are detrimental A g's got stripes on his credentials Growin' up ain't easy in the Central In the soul of the one holdin' the gun Of the Assassin, elimination, blastin', assassination The lone hard core to the bone individual Highly adavanced than your average criminal Through the shadows I lurk through the alleys And rooftops, scoped and aimed at your brain Until we meet in the next world again Until the year 2000 come on in my friend An O.G. told me how to make some ends To get the Rolex and the phat fuckin Benz All I gotta do is take out a few friends Disappear for a while then come back again I used to have to hit them with the long range shot In time I got better in the closer I got The last thing I learned was the knife in hand Blade to the throat, Oh, how I could kill a man You could never understand how my mind works The professional methods I use when I do dirt Enemies and adversaries on the contract No combat, I catch them in their Z's No one ever knows how the cards get dealt In the hands of the maker when you break yourself Why do I do do do things I do Nobody was ever there for me to talk to Once I was youngster, pure and true Now I'm runnin' with the sick, sick crew You could never understand what I go through There could never be another [edit] fillin' my shoes Sometimes I wonder how I made this far In the gang set trippin' Givin' up the set I claim Pigs lookin' at me and they want to take aim But I don't give a [edit] cause it's all the same Until the year 2000 my friend