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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 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? 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?
Writer(s): F. Ivey, Mike Herrard, K. Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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