Cold 187um - Neighborhood Sniper lyrics

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Cold 187um - Neighborhood Sniper lyrics

[Eazy-E] Perched up high on a roof top Like a bird I'm havin' evil thoughts A black hood covers my face And d**h 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 my finger on the bu*ton then the sight I check I make the k** here's the deal After the trigger's pulled then the d**h is sealed So it's the shots that sing out like a piper Everyones scared I'm the neighborhood sniper [Hook: Cold 187Um & Kokane] They say that some of them bust them pieces and some of them run up to get that leak-leak Everybody else everybody else I'mma shoot to k** ya Some of them bust them pieces, some of them run up to get that leak-leak Everybody else everybody else I'mma shoot to k** ya Boom boom boom boom had to murda ‘em Boom boom had to murda em Yaa boom boom boom boom Boom boom had to murda ‘em Boom boom had to murda 'em [Eazy-E] So my boy is a snitch I put my gun up to his head And simply scared the b**h boo Being the E ya know I'm thinkin' devious thoughts Take off ya clothes n***a and here comes a plot His b**h was scared she made a move I pulled the trigger Now the room is red 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 n***a is dead and now I'm lookin' for a window to get out 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' scared of the neighborhood sniper [Hook] [Eazy-E] I'm Doin' dirt as I continue my mission k**in' all fools as an addiction As the E, lovin' the game leavin' a shame And in my heart I feel no motherf**in' pain Because my heart is cold as I was told And with my A.K. 47 I stand bold Rippin' up sh** with the fury of my gun shot Pop pop pow, as I watch the motherf**er drop Lovin' the site as the blood spill Take a photograph, To keep in my hall of thrills I'm stayin' calm And never hyper as I succeed in my mission I be a neighborhood sniper [Hook]

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