Recycled Assassins Lyrics - 40 Dayz & 40 Nightz - Xzibit

Hook: 

There's no escape from the ones who harassin' 

The reason for the illin' is the reason for askin' 

Now I try to school 'em on the killin' and blastin' 

But season after season they recycle assassins now 

Montageone: 

He's too advanced for his own good 

He didn't get a second chance to see the glock pointed at his hood 

Makin' his way through the rain he's caught in the game 

He felt the pain of a slug to the back of the brain 

Nothin's changed in a city flask 

Where niggas lurk in black shirts pants and low hats, forever 

Until the job is done and no one's left 

My man jeff told me with his very last breath 

To watch moms 

But they got her with the car bomb 

Pop tried to save her second blast got his arm 

Niggas play for keeps like casino 

Baby's has got fathers just got back from doin' chino 

With nothin' to lose loose screws in the attic 

The only skill a nigga knows is how to strip an automatic 

And stash the barrel stab a nigga something terrible 

Death resume 20 kill in incredible time 

No guilt and shame 

On the mind stuck a nigga for lookin' didn't know he was blind 

So I find 

Mankind is a serious threat 

To another others kind when there's something to get 

In a vet gonna fast jet to the spot to see what they got 

Nobody saw shit cause it's not 

Cool to brake the rule of the code of the streets 

Niggas frightened by the visions of the blood on the sheets 

And it's deep how blood drys as a mother crys 

Open eyes gettin' landed on by flys 

There's no disgues for the ones who harassin' 

The reason for the illin' is the reason for askin' now 

Hook 

Xzibit: 

I came from a family of one girl and three boys 

Fuck playin' with toys our fun was on the block 

Watchin' all the cats negotate the neighborhood stock 

My job was to come runnin' whenever cops was comin' 

My older brother I figure was the ring leader 

Whenever these cats move they all bring heaters 

All black and nickel plated (c'mon) 

Soon became fasinated bitches cars and kicks 

And look at how fast they made it 

My younger brother gave less than a fuck he was content 

With g.i. joe and tonka trucks 

But I want butts, livin' first class delux 

15 years old soldier ready to serve these clucks 

My older brother was touched 

It's a game where you don't play gotta have cane 

Crack house for my birthday 

The next day my brother shot in cold blood by the police 

In a rage he lived but he payed the price 

Caught with keys 25 to life 

Takin' in by the crew time to standed on my own two (c'mon nigga) 

But as I marinated thinkin' about the hood 

I really can't remember my body doin' good 

For long big decisions somebody got to make 'em 

Undercover recognize the face now can't shake a 

Phone tap (what) and now I'm in the belly of the beast 

Use to sittin' in leather sheets now I'm sittin' awaitin' release 

Visitors day, my younger brother came down 

Put the toys down excited about the first round 

He bust I was crushed to finally see 

The solution to the problem could of started with me 

It's on now