Cypress Hill - Last Assassin Lyrics
* send corrections to the typist[Phone Call]Bueno?Como esta todo?Bien, bien, que bueno, que buenoBueno, a lo que estamos hablando, van a ser 50000 (cincuenta mil) bolas25 (veinticinco) ahora y 25 despuesY a que usted agarre noticia de que Don Miguel ha muertoNos veremos en el centro de Los AngelesAha por la Pico y la Figueroa[B-Real]Lookin' back in the days of my youth no doubtI didn't have any role models kickin' the truth outSo who am I supposed to look up to?[Edit] on the corner, or the boys in blueNow I had 2 choices, what could I be?Down with, runnin' with the pigs or the g'sLet's see, a pig ain't done nothin' for meBut try to guide me to the penetentiaryThe g's on the other hand wanna see meCallin' shots in the hood, recruitin' homiesEither way I'm [edit] unfortunatleySo I think I'll roll with the neighborhood familyG's in the hood are influentialPigs on the street are detrimentalA g's got stripes on his credentialsGrowin' up ain't easy in the Central[Chorus]In the soul of the one holdin' the gunOf the Assassin, elimination, blastin', assassinationThe lone hard core to the bone individualHighly adavanced than your average criminalThrough the shadows I lurk through the alleysAnd rooftops, scoped and aimed at your brainUntil we meet in the next world againUntil the year 2000 come on in my friendAn O.G. told me how to make some endsTo get the Rolex and the phat *****in BenzAll I gotta do is take out a few friendsDisappear for a while then come back againI used to have to hit them with the long range shotIn time I got better in the closer I gotThe last thing I learned was the knife in handBlade to the throat, Oh, how I could kill a manYou could never understand how my mind worksThe professional methods I use when I do dirtEnemies and adversaries on the contractNo combat, I catch them in their Z's[Chorus]No one ever knows how the cards get dealtIn the hands of the maker when you break yourselfWhy do I do do do things I doNobody was ever there for me to talk toOnce I was youngster, pure and trueNow I'm runnin' with the sick, sick crewYou could never understand what I go throughThere could never be another [edit] fillin' my shoesSometimes I wonder how I made this farIn the gang set trippin'Givin' up the set I claimPigs lookin' at me and they wanna take aimBut I don't give a [edit] cause it's all the same[Chorus] - [last line is different]Until the year 2000 my friend
