Lyric Neighborhood Sniper
featuring Cold 187um Kokane Zig Zag
[Eazy E]
First up high on a roof top
like a bird I m havin evil thoughts
a black hood covers my face
and death flows through my mind at it s own pace
sometimes I feel like a super hero
urgin to free my kind
I m so accurate
I shoot ya heart with a dime
now I m back to the moral of my tale
I see a victim and then my thoughts fail
my minds still fumblin with the present slavery
I m here to save you but who s to save me
I hold my strap so long that my palms all wet
I put finger on the fit and then the side a check
I make the kill here s the deal
after the trigger s pulled then the death is sealed
so it s the shots that sing out like a piper
everyones scared I m the neighborhood sniper
[Chorus]
[Eazy-E]
So my boy is a snitch
I put my gun up to his head
and simply scared the bitch boo
being the E ya know I m thinkin devious thoughts
take off ya clothes nigga and here comes a plot
his bitch was scared she made a move I pulled the trigger
now the rumors rare
now there s nothing left but a snitch
here s a four leaf clover punk make a wish
one [*Shot*] two [*Shot*] three strikes your out
this nigga is dead and now I m lookin for a window
I made my escape the cops chase
duckin to an alley so they don t recognize my face
the boy had to pay the piper
so they all stayin fair of a neighborhood sniper
[Chorus]
[Eazy-E]
I m Doin dirt as I continue my mission
killin all fools as an addiction
as a E lovin the game leavin a shame
and in my heart I feel no muthafuckin pain
because my heart is cold as I was told
and my A.K.47 I stand bold
rippin up shit with the fury of my gun shot
pop pop pow as I watch the muthafucka drop
lovin the site as the blood spill
take a photograph, to keep in my hard as I was sayin calm
and never hyper as I succeed in my mission
I be a neighborhood sniper
[Chorus]
[Eazy E]
First up high on a roof top
like a bird I m havin evil thoughts
a black hood covers my face
and death flows through my mind at it s own pace
sometimes I feel like a super hero
urgin to free my kind
I m so accurate
I shoot ya heart with a dime
now I m back to the moral of my tale
I see a victim and then my thoughts fail
my minds still fumblin with the present slavery
I m here to save you but who s to save me
I hold my strap so long that my palms all wet
I put finger on the fit and then the side a check
I make the kill here s the deal
after the trigger s pulled then the death is sealed
so it s the shots that sing out like a piper
everyones scared I m the neighborhood sniper
[Chorus]
[Eazy-E]
So my boy is a snitch
I put my gun up to his head
and simply scared the bitch boo
being the E ya know I m thinkin devious thoughts
take off ya clothes nigga and here comes a plot
his bitch was scared she made a move I pulled the trigger
now the rumors rare
now there s nothing left but a snitch
here s a four leaf clover punk make a wish
one [*Shot*] two [*Shot*] three strikes your out
this nigga is dead and now I m lookin for a window
I made my escape the cops chase
duckin to an alley so they don t recognize my face
the boy had to pay the piper
so they all stayin fair of a neighborhood sniper
[Chorus]
[Eazy-E]
I m Doin dirt as I continue my mission
killin all fools as an addiction
as a E lovin the game leavin a shame
and in my heart I feel no muthafuckin pain
because my heart is cold as I was told
and my A.K.47 I stand bold
rippin up shit with the fury of my gun shot
pop pop pow as I watch the muthafucka drop
lovin the site as the blood spill
take a photograph, to keep in my hard as I was sayin calm
and never hyper as I succeed in my mission
I be a neighborhood sniper
[Chorus]
