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Eazy-E


Background information
Birth name Eric Lynn Wright
Born September 7, 1963
Born place Compton, California, United States
Died March 26, 1995
Death place Los Angeles, California, United States
Genre(s) Hip-hop
Years active 1985—1995
Label(s) Epic Records
Ruthless Records
Relativity Records
MCA Records
Priority Records
Associated acts Bone Thugs-n-Harmony
Above the Law
Dresta
Kokane
Brownside
Frost
Website Website



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Eazy-E Lyrics

"Neighborhood Sniper" lyrics



Album: Eternal E
Song: Neighborhood Sniper


(Eazy-E)
First up high on a roof top
Like a bird I'm havin' evil thoughts
A black hood covers my face
and death flows through my mind at it's own pace
Sometimes I feel like a super hero
Urgin' to free my kind
I'm so accurate
I shoot ya heart with a dime
Now I'm back to the moral of my tale
I see a victim, and then my thoughts fail
My minds 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 all wet
I put finger on the fit and then the side a check
I make the kill here's the deal
After the trigger's pulled then the death is sealed
So it's the shots that sing out like a piper
Everyones scared I'm the neighborhood sniper

(Chorus)

(Eazy-E)
So my boy is a snitch
I put my gun up to his head
and simply scared the bitch boo
Being the E ya know I'm thinkin' devious thoughts
Take off ya clothes nigga and here comes a plot
His bitch was scared she made a move I pulled the trigger
Now the rumors rare
Now there's nothing left but a snitch
Here's a four leaf clover punk make a wish
One *Shot* two *Shot* three strikes your out
This nigga is dead and now I'm lookin' for a window
I made my escape the cops chase
Duckin' to an alley so they don't recognize my face
The boy had to pay the piper
So they all stayin' fair of a neighborhood sniper

(Chorus)

(Eazy-E)
I'm Doin' dirt as I continue my mission
Killin' all fools as an addiction
As a E lovin' the game leavin a shame
and in my heart I feel no muthafuckin' pain
Because my heart is cold as I was told
and my A.K.47 I stand bold
Rippin' up shit with the fury of my gun shot
Pop pop pow as I watch the muthafucka drop
Lovin' the site as the blood spill
Take a photograph, to keep in my hard as I was sayin' calm
and never hyper as I succeed in my mission
I be a neighborhood sniper

(Chorus)


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