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Neighborhood Sniper Lyrics - 5150 Home 4 Tha Sick - 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 

 

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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 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 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 

 

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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 

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