Who Shot Rudy? Lyrics - Singles - Screwball

If you see a devil, smash him 

Yeah, Screwball shit, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Keron yo, little something for that snake ass 

Slimy ass, devil ass, motherfucker out there 

Listen to this and suck on it bitch 

Knaw'mean? Screwball shit, what, what, yeah 

Check, check, check, check it out, yo 

Ay-yo, who shot Rudy in broad daylight, for cash? 

I woke up this morning and hear the newsflash 

They said it happened down at City Hall 

He had his wife with'im, 5 shots from the crowd made him fall 

It was chaos and pandemonium, blood covered up the podium 

Covered his face, and wouldn't show me him 

I had to see if it was true 

Secret service was mad nervous, so was the boys in blue 

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Scatterin', like rats and ants, with the lights on 

Man hunt the suspect all night long 

Interrupted episodes, every channel show 

Barricaded the city and blocked every road 

Jakes in riot gear, blacks smilin' it is 

Reporters cryin' out in the street, "It ain't Rudy" 

He ain't dead off, somebody blew his head off and skated out 

Commissioner, live on channel 5, when they announced his death 

Wifey was stressed, she was right there 

She stated, it was like a nightmare 

One time, was combing the streets, 

Had the whole force on the beat, flyin' in cars and on feet 

The D's came through stompin' 

Ghetto birds had the projects lookin' like Compton 

With marksmen, with dirty thirties out the window 

I'm in my room smokin' boom, playin' Nintendo, high off the indo 

Who shot Rudy? 

Photos 

From courthouse to your house 

Rich house to poor house 

QB to Shaolin, Brooklyn Long Island 

BX to Money Makin', YO and New Ro 

The news final, yo, who shot Rudy? 

From courthouse to your house 

Rich house to poor house 

QB to Shaolin, Brooklyn Long Island 

BX to Money Makin', YO and New Ro 

The news final, yo, who shot Rudy? 

They speculated it was mob related 

Every wise guy with mafia ties, interrogated for lies 

Every king and yeta, had the linguistics 

Snatchin' they gats for ballistics and expert statistics 

Were drawn out, gang unit was all worn out 

Investigatin' his body and everybody else 

Whoever gave threats, made bets or wages 

Cash donators from the campaign stages 

Cab drivers and frank vendors who protested 

Were roughed up like Abner, gettin' broom molested 

Sharp lawyer suit-breasted, double-breasted reporters 

Was mobbin' daughters and other mourners 

Pushin' cameras away, blockin' the sights 

Had the riot squad at Washington Heights 

Kennedy Airport, stoppin' flights, niggaz was tight 

'Cause they couldn't sell a dime all night, but that was alright 

The devil died and nobody cried 

They was real, like some Jews celebratin' when the pharaoh got killed 

Glasses of Henny were spilled and we got twisted 

Smokin' blunts on the corner, like we used to 'cause we lived it 

Knowin' he was gone for good [unverified], it got me thinkin' 

Ay-yo, where the fuck Dinkens and Harlem World? 

Shaolin to Brownsville, did Sharpton and Farrakhan make the shit real? 

Was it Khalel? You know he keep mad steel 

Did the Bloods or the Crips smoke Rudy on the hill? 

From courthouse to your house 

Rich house to poor house 

QB to Shaolin, Brooklyn Long Island 

BX to Money Makin', YO and New Ro 

The news final, yo, who shot Rudy? 

From courthouse to your house 

Rich house to poor house 

QB to Shaolin, Brooklyn Long Island 

BX to Money Makin', YO and New Ro 

The news final, yo, who shot Rudy?