Recycled Assassins

[Chorus: Xzibit]

There's no escape from the ones who harassin'

The reason for the illin' is the reason for askin'

Now I try to school 'em on the killin' and blastin'

But season after season they recycle assassins now

[Verse 1: Montage One]

He's too advanced for his own good

He didn't get a second chance to see the Glock pointed at his hood

Makin' 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 doin' Chino

With nothin' 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 lookin' 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 gettin' landed on by flys

There's no disguise for the ones who harassin'

The reason for the illin' is the reason for askin' now

[Chorus: Montage One]

There's no escape from the ones who harassin'

The reason for the illin' is the reason for askin'

Now I try to school 'em on the killin' and blastin'

But season after season they recycle assassins now

[Verse 2: Xzibit]

I came from a family of one girl and three boys

Fuck playin' with toys our fun was on the block

Watchin' all the cats negotiate the neighborhood stock

My job was to come runnin' whenever cops was comin'

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, livin' 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

Takin' in by the crew time to stand on my own two (c'mon nigga)

But as I marinated thinkin' about the hood

I really can't remember anybody doin' 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 sittin' in leather sheets now I'm sittin' awaitin' 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

[Chorus: Montage One]

There's no escape from the ones who harassin'

The reason for the illin' is the reason for askin'

Now I try to school 'em on the killin' and blastin'

But season after season they recycle assassins now

There's no escape from the ones who harassin'

The reason for the illin' is the reason for askin'

Now I try to school 'em on the killin' and blastin'

But season after season they recycle assassins now

There's no escape from the ones who harassin'

The reason for the illin' is the reason for askin'

Now I try to school 'em on the killin' and blastin'

But season after season they recycle assassins

There's no escape from the ones who harassin'

The reason for the illin' is the reason for askin'

Now I try to school 'em on the killin' and blastin'

But season after season they recycle assassins now

[Outro: Xzibit, (Montage One)]

(There's no escape!)

But all my people in the struggle

Move on

Dedicated to the memory of [?]

What, Mr. X to the Z right

Yeah, get it done

Hold it down

Hard times [?]

And we're out