[Eazy-E]
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First up high on a roof top
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like a bird I'm havin' evil thoughts
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a black hood covers my face
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and death flows through my mind at it's own pace
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sometimes I feel like a super hero
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urgin' to free my kind
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I'm so accurate
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I shoot ya heart with a dime
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now I'm back to the moral of my tale
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I see a victim, and then my thoughts fail
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my minds still fumblin' with the present slavery
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I'm here to save you but who's to save me
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I hold my strap so long that my palms all wet
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I put finger on the fit and then the side a check
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I make the kill here's the deal
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after the trigger's pulled then the death is sealed
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so it's the shots that sing out like a piper
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everyones scared I'm the neighborhood sniper
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[Chorus]
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[Eazy-E]
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So my boy is a snitch
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I put my gun up to his head
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and simply scared the bitch boo
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being the E ya know I'm thinkin' devious thoughts
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take off ya clothes nigga and here comes a plot
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his bitch was scared she made a move I pulled the trigger
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now the ROOM IS RED
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now there's nothing left but a snitch
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here's a four leaf clover punk make a wish
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one [*Shot*] two [*Shot*] three strikes your out
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this nigga is dead and now I'm lookin' for a window TO GET OUT
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I made my escape the cops chase
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duckin' to an alley so they don't recognize my face
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the boy had to pay the piper
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so they all stayin' fair of a neighborhood sniper
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[Chorus]
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[Eazy-E]
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I'm Doin' dirt as I continue my mission
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killin' all fools as an addiction
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as a E lovin' the game leavin a shame
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and in my heart I feel no muthafuckin' pain
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because my heart is cold as I was told
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and my A.K.47 I stand bold
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rippin' up shit with the fury of my gun shot
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pop pop pow as I watch the muthafucka drop
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lovin' the site as the blood spill
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take a photograph, to keep in my hard as I was sayin' calm
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and never hyper as I succeed in my mission
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I be a neighborhood sniper
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[Chorus]
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Neighborhood Sniper (featuring Cold 187um, Kokane & Zig Zag)
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Eazy-E |