Last Assassin - Cypress Hill

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Call] 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 y 25 despues Y
a que usted agarre noticia de que Don Miguel ha muerto Nos
veremos en el centro de Los Angeles Aha
por la Pico y la Figueroa [B-Real]

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 wanna 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 [Chorus]

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 [Chorus]

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 wanna take aim But
I don't give a [edit] cause it's all the same [Chorus]

- [last line is different] Until
the year 2000 my friend