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