Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eazy-E
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gregory Frenard Hutchison (Cold 187um)
Composer
Michael Bell
Composer
Jerry Buddy Long
Composer
Paul Turner
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eazy-E
Executive Producer
Gregory Frenard Hutchison (Cold 187um)
Producer
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Donovan Sound
Recording Engineer
Eric Wright
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Perched up high on a rooftop
Like a bird, I'm havin' evil thoughts
A black hood covers my face
And Death flows through my mind at his own pace
Sometimes I feel like a superhero
Urgent to free my kind, I'm so accurate
I shoot your heart through a dime
Now I'm back to the moral of my tale
I see a victim, and then my thoughts fail
My mind is 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 are all wet
I put my finger on the button, then the sight I check
I make the kill, here's the deal
After the trigger's pulled, then the death is sealed
So as the shots sing out like a piper
Everyone's scared of a neighborhood sniper (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
They say that some of them bust them pieces
Some of them run up to get that lick, lick
Everybody else, everybody else, I'ma shoot to kill
(Boom, boom, boom)
Some of them bust them pieces
Some of them run up to get that lick, lick
Everybody else, everybody else, I'ma shoot to kill
[Verse 3]
(Boom-boom, boom-boom) Had to murder them
(Boom, boom) Had to murder them, yeah
(Boom-boom, boom-boom, boom-boom) Had to murder them
(Boom, boom) Had to murder them, yeah
[Verse 4]
So my boy is a snitch, I put my gun up to his head
And simply scared the bitch (Boo)
Bein' the E, you know I'm thinkin' devious thoughts
Take off your clothes, ****, 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 the snitch
Here's a four-leaf clover, punk, make a wish
One (Boom), two (Boom), three strikes, you're out
This **** is dead, and now I'm lookin' for a window to get out
I made my escape, the cops chased
Duck into a alley so they don't recognize my face
The boy had to pay the piper
So they all stay in fear of a neighborhood sniper
[Verse 5]
They say that some of them bust them pieces
Some of them run up to get that lick, lick
Everybody else, everybody else, I'ma shoot to kill
(Boom, boom, boom)
Some of them bust them pieces
Some of them run up to get that lick, lick
Everybody else, everybody else, I'ma shoot to kill
[Verse 6]
(Boom-boom, boom-boom) Had to murder them
(Boom, boom) Had to murder them, yeah
(Boom-boom, boom-boom, boom-boom) Had to murder them
(Boom, boom) Had to murder them, yeah
[Verse 7]
I'm doin' my dirt by myself as I continue my mission
Killin' all fools as an addiction
As the E, lovin' the game, leavin' a shame
And in my heart, I feel no motherfuckin' pain
Because my heart is cold, as I was told
And with the AK-47, I stand bold
Rippin' up shit with the fury of my gunshot
Pow-pow-pow, as I watch the motherfucker drop
Lovin' the sight as the blood spills
Take the photograph to keep in my hall of thrills
I'm stayin' calm and never hyper
As I succeed at my mission of bein' a neighborhood sniper (Yeah)
[Verse 8]
Some of them bust them pieces
Some of them run up to get that lick, lick
Everybody else, everybody else, I'ma shoot to kill
(Boom, boom, boom)
Some of them bust them pieces
Some of them run up to get that lick, lick
Everybody else, everybody else, I'ma shoot to kill
[Verse 9]
(Boom-boom, boom-boom) Had to murder them
(Boom, boom) Had to murder them, yeah
(Boom-boom, boom-boom) Had to murder them
(Boom, boom) Had to murder them, yeah
[Verse 10]
Some of them bust them pieces
Some of them run up to get that lick, lick
(Boom, boom) Had to murder them
Everybody else, everybody else, I'ma shoot to kill
(Boom, boom, yeah) Had to murder them
They say that some of them bust them pieces
Some of them run up to get that lick, lick
(Boom, boom, yeah) Had to murder them
So everybody else, everybody else, I'ma shoot to kill
(Boom, boom) Had to murder them
Written by: Gregory Frenard Hutchison (Cold 187um), Jerry Buddy Long, Michael Bell, Paul Turner


