| 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 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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| 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 rumors rare
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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 two 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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| 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 |