Cypress Hill - The Last Assassin lyrics

Bueno?Como esta todo?
Bien, bien, que bueno, que bueno

Bueno, a lo que estamos hablando
Van a ser 50000 (cincuenta mil) bolas
25 (veinticinco) ahora y 25 despues
Y a que usted agarre noticia de
Que Don Miguel ha muerto
Nos veremos en el centro de Los Angeles
Aha por la Pico y la Figueroa

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?

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

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

In the soul of the one holdin' the gun
Of the Assassin, elimination, blastin'
Assassination
The lone hard core to the bone individual
Highly advanced 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

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

No one ever knows how the cards get dealt
In the hands of the maker
When you break yourself

Nobody was ever there for me to talk to
Once I was youngster, pure and true

You could never understand what I go through

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 fuck
Cause it’s all the same

Until the year 2000 my friend