Song | Recycled Assassins |
Artist | Xzibit |
Album | 40 Dayz & 40 Nightz |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : James, Joiner, Taylor | |
Hook: | |
There's no escape from the ones who harassin' | |
The reason for the illin' is the reason for askin' | |
Now i try to school 'em on the killin' and blastin' | |
But season after season they recycle assassins now | |
Montageone: | |
He's too advanced for his own good | |
He didn't get a second chance to see the glock pointed at his hood | |
Makin' his way through the rain he's caught in the game | |
He felt the pain of a slug to the back of the brain | |
Nothin's changed in a city flask | |
Where niggas lurk in black shirts pants and low hats, forever | |
Until the job is done and no one's left | |
My man jeff told me with his very last breath | |
To watch moms | |
But they got her with the car bomb | |
Pop tried to save her second blast got his arm | |
Niggas play for keeps like casino | |
Baby's has got fathers just got back from doin' chino | |
With nothin' to lose loose screws in the attic | |
The only skill a nigga knows is how to strip an automatic | |
And stash the barrel stab a nigga something terrible | |
Death resume 20 kill in incredible time | |
No guilt and shame | |
On the mind stuck a nigga for lookin' didn't know he was blind | |
So i find | |
Mankind is a serious threat | |
To another others kind when there's something to get | |
In a vet gonna fast jet to the spot to see what they got | |
Nobody saw shit cause it's not | |
Cool to brake the rule of the code of the streets | |
Niggas frightened by the visions of the blood on the sheets | |
And it's deep how blood drys as a mother crys | |
Open eyes gettin' landed on by flys | |
There's no disgues for the ones who harassin' | |
The reason for the illin' is the reason for askin' now | |
Hook | |
Xzibit: | |
I came from a family of one girl and three boys | |
Fuck playin' with toys our fun was on the block | |
Watchin' all the cats negotate the neighborhood stock | |
My job was to come runnin' whenever cops was comin' | |
My older brother i figure was the ring leader | |
Whenever these cats move they all bring heaters | |
All black and nickel plated (c'mon) | |
Soon became fasinated bitches cars and kicks | |
And look at how fast they made it | |
My younger brother gave less than a fuck he was content | |
With g.i. joe and tonka trucks | |
But i want butts, livin' first class delux | |
15 years old soldier ready to serve these clucks | |
My older brother was touched | |
It's a game where you don't play gotta have cane | |
Crack house for my birthday | |
The next day my brother shot in cold blood by the police | |
In a rage he lived but he payed the price | |
Caught with keys 25 to life | |
Takin' in by the crew time to standed on my own two (c'mon nigga) | |
But as i marinated thinkin' about the hood | |
I really can't remember my body doin' good | |
For long big decisions somebody got to make 'em | |
Undercover recognize the face now can't shake a | |
Phone tap (what) and now i'm in the belly of the beast | |
Use to sittin' in leather sheets now i'm sittin' awaitin' release | |
Visitors day, my younger brother came down | |
Put the toys down excited about the first round | |
He bust i was crushed to finally see | |
The solution to the problem could of started with me | |
It's on now | |
Hook |
zuo ci : James, Joiner, Taylor | |
Hook: | |
There' s no escape from the ones who harassin' | |
The reason for the illin' is the reason for askin' | |
Now i try to school ' em on the killin' and blastin' | |
But season after season they recycle assassins now | |
Montageone: | |
He' s too advanced for his own good | |
He didn' t get a second chance to see the glock pointed at his hood | |
Makin' his way through the rain he' s caught in the game | |
He felt the pain of a slug to the back of the brain | |
Nothin' s changed in a city flask | |
Where niggas lurk in black shirts pants and low hats, forever | |
Until the job is done and no one' s left | |
My man jeff told me with his very last breath | |
To watch moms | |
But they got her with the car bomb | |
Pop tried to save her second blast got his arm | |
Niggas play for keeps like casino | |
Baby' s has got fathers just got back from doin' chino | |
With nothin' to lose loose screws in the attic | |
The only skill a nigga knows is how to strip an automatic | |
And stash the barrel stab a nigga something terrible | |
Death resume 20 kill in incredible time | |
No guilt and shame | |
On the mind stuck a nigga for lookin' didn' t know he was blind | |
So i find | |
Mankind is a serious threat | |
To another others kind when there' s something to get | |
In a vet gonna fast jet to the spot to see what they got | |
Nobody saw shit cause it' s not | |
Cool to brake the rule of the code of the streets | |
Niggas frightened by the visions of the blood on the sheets | |
And it' s deep how blood drys as a mother crys | |
Open eyes gettin' landed on by flys | |
There' s no disgues for the ones who harassin' | |
The reason for the illin' is the reason for askin' now | |
Hook | |
Xzibit: | |
I came from a family of one girl and three boys | |
Fuck playin' with toys our fun was on the block | |
Watchin' all the cats negotate the neighborhood stock | |
My job was to come runnin' whenever cops was comin' | |
My older brother i figure was the ring leader | |
Whenever these cats move they all bring heaters | |
All black and nickel plated c' mon | |
Soon became fasinated bitches cars and kicks | |
And look at how fast they made it | |
My younger brother gave less than a fuck he was content | |
With g. i. joe and tonka trucks | |
But i want butts, livin' first class delux | |
15 years old soldier ready to serve these clucks | |
My older brother was touched | |
It' s a game where you don' t play gotta have cane | |
Crack house for my birthday | |
The next day my brother shot in cold blood by the police | |
In a rage he lived but he payed the price | |
Caught with keys 25 to life | |
Takin' in by the crew time to standed on my own two c' mon nigga | |
But as i marinated thinkin' about the hood | |
I really can' t remember my body doin' good | |
For long big decisions somebody got to make ' em | |
Undercover recognize the face now can' t shake a | |
Phone tap what and now i' m in the belly of the beast | |
Use to sittin' in leather sheets now i' m sittin' awaitin' release | |
Visitors day, my younger brother came down | |
Put the toys down excited about the first round | |
He bust i was crushed to finally see | |
The solution to the problem could of started with me | |
It' s on now | |
Hook |
zuò cí : James, Joiner, Taylor | |
Hook: | |
There' s no escape from the ones who harassin' | |
The reason for the illin' is the reason for askin' | |
Now i try to school ' em on the killin' and blastin' | |
But season after season they recycle assassins now | |
Montageone: | |
He' s too advanced for his own good | |
He didn' t get a second chance to see the glock pointed at his hood | |
Makin' his way through the rain he' s caught in the game | |
He felt the pain of a slug to the back of the brain | |
Nothin' s changed in a city flask | |
Where niggas lurk in black shirts pants and low hats, forever | |
Until the job is done and no one' s left | |
My man jeff told me with his very last breath | |
To watch moms | |
But they got her with the car bomb | |
Pop tried to save her second blast got his arm | |
Niggas play for keeps like casino | |
Baby' s has got fathers just got back from doin' chino | |
With nothin' to lose loose screws in the attic | |
The only skill a nigga knows is how to strip an automatic | |
And stash the barrel stab a nigga something terrible | |
Death resume 20 kill in incredible time | |
No guilt and shame | |
On the mind stuck a nigga for lookin' didn' t know he was blind | |
So i find | |
Mankind is a serious threat | |
To another others kind when there' s something to get | |
In a vet gonna fast jet to the spot to see what they got | |
Nobody saw shit cause it' s not | |
Cool to brake the rule of the code of the streets | |
Niggas frightened by the visions of the blood on the sheets | |
And it' s deep how blood drys as a mother crys | |
Open eyes gettin' landed on by flys | |
There' s no disgues for the ones who harassin' | |
The reason for the illin' is the reason for askin' now | |
Hook | |
Xzibit: | |
I came from a family of one girl and three boys | |
Fuck playin' with toys our fun was on the block | |
Watchin' all the cats negotate the neighborhood stock | |
My job was to come runnin' whenever cops was comin' | |
My older brother i figure was the ring leader | |
Whenever these cats move they all bring heaters | |
All black and nickel plated c' mon | |
Soon became fasinated bitches cars and kicks | |
And look at how fast they made it | |
My younger brother gave less than a fuck he was content | |
With g. i. joe and tonka trucks | |
But i want butts, livin' first class delux | |
15 years old soldier ready to serve these clucks | |
My older brother was touched | |
It' s a game where you don' t play gotta have cane | |
Crack house for my birthday | |
The next day my brother shot in cold blood by the police | |
In a rage he lived but he payed the price | |
Caught with keys 25 to life | |
Takin' in by the crew time to standed on my own two c' mon nigga | |
But as i marinated thinkin' about the hood | |
I really can' t remember my body doin' good | |
For long big decisions somebody got to make ' em | |
Undercover recognize the face now can' t shake a | |
Phone tap what and now i' m in the belly of the beast | |
Use to sittin' in leather sheets now i' m sittin' awaitin' release | |
Visitors day, my younger brother came down | |
Put the toys down excited about the first round | |
He bust i was crushed to finally see | |
The solution to the problem could of started with me | |
It' s on now | |
Hook |