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Cypress Hill - The Last Assassin lyrics
[Phone Call]
 Bueno...
 ?C¨®mo est¨¢ todo?...
 Bien, bien, qu¨¦ bueno, qu¨¦ bueno...
 Bueno, a lo que estamos hablando, van a ser 50000 (cincuenta mil) bolas...
 25 (veinticinco) ahora y 25 despu¨¦s...
 Y a que usted agarre noticia de que Don Miguel ha muerto...
 Nos veremos en el centro de Los Angeles...
 Ah¨ª por la Pico y la Figueroa...
 [Translation:]
 Hello...how's it going?...
 Great, great, that's good, that's good...
 Ok, what we were talking bout before,
 They're gonna be fifty thousand balls...
 Twenty-five now and twenty-five later...
 And you betta know that Don Miguel has died...
 I'll see u in the middle of L.A....
 right by The Pico and The 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 gunCypress Hill - The Last Assassin - http://motolyrics.com/cypress-hill/the-last-assassin-lyrics.html
 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 OG told me How to make some ends
 To get the Rolex and the phat [edit] 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









