Who Shot Rudy

If you see a devil, smash him

Yeah, Screwball shit, yeah-yeah-yeah, Keron yo

Little something for that snake ass, slimy ass, devil ass

motherf**ker out there. Listen to this and suck on it bitch

Knaw'mean? Screwball shit, what, what, yeah

check-check-check-check it out, yo

Ay-yo Who shot Rudy? in broad daylight for cash

I woke up this morning and hear the newsflash

They said it happened down at City Hall

He had his wife with'im from the crowd made him fall

It was chaos and pandomonium blood covered up the podium

Covered his face, and wouldn't show me him

I had to see if it was true

Secret service was mad nervous, so was the boys in blue

Scatterin, like rats and ants, with the lights on

Man hunt the suspect all night long

Interupted episodes, every channel show

Barracaded the city and blocked every road

Jakes in riot gear, blacks smilin it is

Reporters cryin out in the street, ?"It ain't Rudy!"?

He ain't dead off, somebody blew his head off and skated out

Commisioner live on channel 5 when they announced his death

Wifey was stressed, she was right there

She stated: it was like a nightmare

One-time, was combing the streets, had the whole force on the beat

Flyin in cars and on feet

The D's came through stompin

Ghetto birds had the projects lookin like Compton with marksmen

With dirty thirties out the window

I'm in my room smokin boom, playin Nintendo, high off the indo

Who shot Rudy?

From courthouse to your house

Rich house to poor house

QB to Shaolin, Brooklyn Long Island

BX to Money Makin', YO and New Ro

The news final, yo, who shot Rudy?

They speculated it was mob related

Every wise guy with mafia ties, interrogated for lies

Every king and yeta, had the linguistics

Snatchin they gats for ballistics and expert statistics

were drawn out, gang unit was all worn out

Investigatin his body and everybody else

Whoever gave threats, made bets or wages

Cash donators from the campaign stages

Cab drivers and frank vendors who protested

Were roughed up like Abner, gettin broom molested

Sharp lawyer suit-breasted, double-breasted reporters

Was mobbin daughters and other mourners

Pushin cameras away, blockin the sights

Had the riot squad at Washington Heights

Kennedy Airport, stoppin flights, niggaz was tight

Cause the couldn't sell a dime all night, but that was alright

The devil died and nobody cried

They was real like some Jews celebratin when the pharaohe got killed

Glasses of Henny were spilled and we got twisted

Smokin blunts on the corner like we used to cause we lived it

Knowin he was gone for good ???, it got me thinkin

Ay-yo, where the f**k Dinkens?

And Harlem World, Shaolin to Brownsville

Did Sharpton and Farrakhan make the shit real?

Was it Khalel? you know he keep mad steel

Did the Bloods or the Crips smoke Rudy on the hill

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