Текст песни Tracey Lee - Clue (Who Shot LR?)
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Talk: I don`t believe this shit here man Y`all niggas is fucked up, word up It`s aight though, Imma get to the bottom of this shit Check itL.: Yo what the fuck is I go uptown to collect these checks Come back to find my man body in blood, shit stretched Across the pavement I know one of y`all know some information So Imma get down to the bottom of this whole situation Who shot the LR? Was it you, Rock?Rock: Don`t look at me, Oc! I don`t believe you think I Shoot niggas on my team We grew up on the same block Set up weed spots together Stacked a good amount of cheddar Cracked a few brews, so never would I do that to my reverend This crime, nobody witnessed?L.: Rock, my only lead is this photo if him kissin this mistress That I found at the sceneRock: Hold up, she used to live around my way Yo, shit is fucked up I think I need a drink, pass the CavasiaaL.: Aight, I hear you kid But if you didn`t, nigga who did? This bullshit, I ain`t buyin it Mr. Lee?Mr. Lee: Don`t even try it son My life is private I handles my B-I, then I`m slidin Fuck it if it ain`t about some real estate and what I`m drivin Get the picture? No time to get caught in the mixture Plus I was winnin with the LR in a joint venture I know you feel that Money`s the motive nigga But I`m coming out of fiscal year with my Number seven figuresChorus: Well, Goddamn that niggas layin up in ICU Shot the fuck up and nobody got a clue That`s some bullshit for real Son was set up and yall won`t say who Somebody knows and yo, I think I got a clueL.: So niggas what`s the deal yall Somebody squeal or Imma fuck around and kill all That fall just for frontin Cuz somebody know sumthin Yo, Tray, I think it`s you You never showed love for my brother son I should pop that ass now you pretty motherfuckerTray: Aight, you right, shit is true, I never really liked that nigga but Despite my personal views I`d never snipe the nigga Fuck a oozy When I`m layin in Jacuzzis Sippin on Don P, slayin a don piece Chillin, makin movies which reminds me Sis in the picture, I used to hit that But, correct me if I`m wrong, I coulda sworn I seen you wit that Plus, yall never got along and you accuse me, wait a second yo My question is what`s wit the leather gloves and why you sweatin?L.: What, are you suggestin That I put one in my flesh and Blood?Tray: Coulda been doneRock: Yeah, civil of the good son when the good one almost caught itL.: Yo, Rock, don`t even take it further Cuz you was the last nigga wit him Huh, did you attempt the murder? Y`all was supposed to come togetherRock: Right, and we was on the way but then son had to make a run Hold up dog, what are you sayin?L.: That you`re to blame, the last to arrive, the rest of us was earlyMr. Lee: Aight so just what time did you get hereL.: What, about 7, 7:30?Mr. Lee: Fuck that you left for a second niggaL.: Nigga you know what, niggas is funny Rock, that nigga drank your liquor Mr. Lee, he owes you money But yall look at me like I`m guilty I find that hard believin When my case and point is I`m the only one without a reason ChorusL.: Check it out, we all agree that he was the nicest MCAll: True dat, for real, aightMr. Lee: But, L., you looked at him wit envyL.: Yo that`s my brother, not me I beg to differMr. Lee: Aight then let`s get back to this pictureL.: Yo what about itMr. Lee: Niggas know you used to dig herL.: She got a fat ass but I doubt itTray: Oh yeah she got a fat assMr. Lee: You, hold up Tray, he`s killin me L. used to hit it B Before he went away to DC That`s right, remember that? So all this doubt shit, yo I ain`t feelin that And it got you heated when you found out LR was killin thatL.: Yo you still on that?Mr. Lee: Yeah I`m still on that and I would let it pass But you the only nigga wit gloves and a mask, dumb ass! Blood splashed from sole to sole Now you lookin petro Caught you plottin from the get-go But son ain`t dead, thoughL.: Goddammit I knew it this . 38 special is bullshit and played Next time I`m blazin niggas wit the 12 gauge I had it made, was on my way to LA To lay low, nigga And stay to` Up off the Hennesy Fuck memories, yo we was enemies And shit you didn`t see, since we was young yo son was testin me I let it get the best of meTray: It`s jealousy!L.: Yeah, yeah whateva B. Yo, I admit that I used to love her and I smacked it But I`ll be damned if Imma let that nigga crack it(hospital intercom in background)(three shots)(flat line)