Recycled Assassins

(album: 40 Dayz & 40 Nightz - 1998)

[Montage One:]
There's no escape from the ones who harassing
The reason for the illing is the reason for asking
Now I try to school 'em on the killing and blasting
But season after season they recycle assassins now

He's too advanced for his own good
He didn't get a second chance to see the Glock pointed at his hood
Making 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 doing Chino
With nothing 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 looking 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 break 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 cries
Open eyes getting landed on by flys
There's no disguise for the ones who harassing
The reason for the illing is the reason for asking now

There's no escape from the ones who harassing
The reason for the illing is the reason for asking
Now I try to school 'em on the killing and blasting
But season after season they recycle assassins now

[Xzibit:]
I came from a family of one girl and three boys
Fuck playing with toys our fun was on the block
Watching all the cats negotiate the neighborhood stock
My job was to come running whenever cops was coming
My older brother I figure was the ringleader
Whenever these cats move they all bring heaters
All black and nickel plated (c'mon)
Soon became fascinated 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, living first class deluxe
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 paid the price
Caught with keys 25 to life
Taking in by the crew time to stand on my own two (c'mon nigga)
But as I marinated thinking about the hood
I really can't remember my body doing 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 sitting in leather sheets now I'm sitting awaiting 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

[Montage One:]
There's no escape from the ones who harassing
The reason for the illing is the reason for asking
Now I try to school 'em on the killing and blasting
But season after season they recycle assassins now

There's no escape!
But all my people in the struggle
Move on
Dedicated to the memory of [?]
Mr. X to the Z right
Yeah, get it done
Hold it down
Hard times [?]