The Last Assassin Lyrics - Cypress Hill

[Phone Call] 

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 

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[B-Real] 

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? 

[Edit] on the corner, or the boys in blue 

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 penitentiary 

The g's on the other hand wanna see me 

Callin' shots in the hood, recruitin' homies 

Either way I'm [edit] unfortunately 

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 

Photos 

In the soul of the one holdin' the gun 

Of the assassin, elimination, blastin', assassination 

The lone hardcore 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 O.G. told me how to make some ends 

To get the Rolex and the phat fuckin Benz 

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 

In the soul of the one holdin' the gun 

Of the assassin, elimination, blastin', assassination 

The lone hardcore 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 

No one ever knows how the cards get dealt 

In the hands of the maker when you break yourself 

Why do I do do do things I do 

Nobody was ever there for me to talk to 

Once I was youngster, pure and true 

Now I'm runnin' with the sick, sick crew 

You could never understand what I go through 

There could never be another [edit] fillin' my shoes 

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 [edit] cause it's all the same 

In the soul of the one holdin' the gun 

Of the assassin, elimination, blastin', assassination 

The lone hardcore 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 my friend