Xzibit - Recycled Assassins Lyrics
Hook:Theres no escape from the ones who harassinThe reason for the illin is the reason for askinNow I try to school em on the killin and blastinBut season after season they recycle assassins nowMontageone:Hes too advanced for his own goodHe didnt get a second chance to see the glock pointed at his hoodMakin his way through the rain hes caught in the gameHe felt the pain of a slug to the back of the brainNothins changed in a city flaskWhere niggas lurk in black shirts pants and low hats, foreverUntil the job is done and no ones leftMy man jeff told me with his very last breathTo watch momsBut they got her with the car bombPop tried to save her second blast got his armNiggas play for keeps like casinoBabys has got fathers just got back from doin chinoWith nothin to lose loose screws in the atticThe only skill a nigga knows is how to strip an automaticAnd stash the barrel stab a nigga something terribleDeath resume 20 kill in incredible timeNo guilt and shameOn the mind stuck a nigga for lookin didnt know he was blindSo I findMankind is a serious threatTo another others kind when theres something to getIn a vet gonna fast jet to the spot to see what they gotNobody saw shit cause its notCool to brake the rule of the code of the streetsNiggas frightened by the visions of the blood on the sheetsAnd its deep how blood drys as a mother crysOpen eyes gettin landed on by flysTheres no disgues for the ones who harassinThe reason for the illin is the reason for askin nowHookXzibit:I came from a family of one girl and three boys***** playin with toys our fun was on the blockWatchin all the cats negotate the neighborhood stockMy job was to come runnin whenever cops was cominMy older brother I figure was the ring leaderWhenever these cats move they all bring heatersAll black and nickel plated (cmon)Soon became fasinated *****es cars and kicksAnd look at how fast they made itMy younger brother gave less than a ***** he was contentWith g.i. joe and tonka trucksBut I want butts, livin first class delux15 years old soldier ready to serve these clucksMy older brother was touchedIts a game where you dont play gotta have caneCrack house for my birthdayThe next day my brother shot in cold blood by the policeIn a rage he lived but he payed the priceCaught with keys 25 to lifeTakin in by the crew time to standed on my own two (cmon nigga)But as I marinated thinkin about the hoodI really cant remember my body doin goodFor long big decisions somebody got to make emUndercover recognize the face now cant shake aPhone tap (what) and now Im in the belly of the beastUse to sittin in leather sheets now Im sittin awaitin releaseVisitors day, my younger brother came downPut the toys down excited about the first roundHe bust I was crushed to finally seeThe solution to the problem could of started with meIts on nowHook
