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Tracey Lee - "Clue (Who Shot Lr')"
Lyrics to Clue (Who Shot Lr') : [Talk:] I dont believe this shit here man Yall niggas is fucked up, word up Its aight though, Imma get to the bottom of this shit Check it [L.:] 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 yall know some information So Imma get down to the bottom of this whole situation Who shot the LR' Was it you, Rock' [Rock:] Dont look at me, Oc! I dont 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 scene [Rock:] Hold up, she used to live around my way Yo, shit is fucked up I think I need a drink, pass the Cavasiaa [L.:] Aight, I hear you kid But if you didnt, nigga who did' This bullshit, I aint buyin it Mr. Lee' [Mr. Lee:] Dont even try it son My life is private I handles my B-I, then Im slidin Fuck it if it aint about some real estate and what Im 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 Moneys the motive nigga But Im coming out of fiscal year with my Number seven figures [Chorus:] Well, Goddamn that niggas layin up in ICU Shot the fuck up and nobody got a clue Thats some bullshit for real Son was set up and yall wont say who Somebody knows and yo, I think I got a clue [L.:] So niggas whats 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 its you You never showed love for my brother son I should pop that ass now you pretty motherfucker [Tray:] Aight, you right, shit is true, I never really liked that nigga but Despite my personal views Id never snipe the nigga Fuck a oozy When Im 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 Im 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 whats 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 done [Rock:] Yeah, civil of the good son when the good one almost caught it [L.:] Yo, Rock, dont even take it further Cuz you was the last nigga wit him Huh, did you attempt the murder' Yall was supposed to come together [Rock:] Right, and we was on the way but then son had to make a run Hold up dog, what are you sayin' [L.:] That youre to blame, the last to arrive, the rest of us was early [Mr. Lee:] Aight so just what time did you get here [L.:] What, about 7, 7:30' [Mr. Lee:] Fuck that you left for a second nigga [L.:] 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 Im guilty I find that hard believin When my case and point is Im the only one without a reason [Chorus] [L.:] Check it out, we all agree that he was the nicest MC [All:] True dat, for real, aight [Mr. Lee:] But, L., you looked at him wit envy [L.:] Yo thats my brother, not me I beg to differ [Mr. Lee:] Aight then lets get back to this picture [L.:] Yo what about it [Mr. Lee:] Niggas know you used to dig her [L.:] She got a fat ass but I doubt it [Tray:] Oh yeah she got a fat ass [Mr. Lee:] You, hold up Tray, hes killin me L. used to hit it B Before he went away to DC Thats right, remember that' So all this doubt shit, yo I aint feelin that And it got you heated when you found out LR was killin that [L.:] Yo you still on that' [Mr. Lee:] Yeah Im 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 aint dead, though [L.:] Goddammit I knew it this . 38 special is bullshit and played Next time Im 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 didnt see, since we was young yo son was testin me I let it get the best of me [Tray:] Its jealousy! [L.:] Yeah, yeah whateva B. Yo, I admit that I used to love her and I smacked it But Ill be damned if Imma let that nigga crack it [hospital intercom in background] [three shots] [flat line] [ Clue (Who Shot Lr') Lyrics ]
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