Recycled Assassins Lyrics

Recycled Assassins lyrics

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