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tracey lee - clue (who shot lr) lyrics

talk: i don’t believe this sh-t here man
y’all n-gg-s is f-cked up word up
it’s aight though imma get to the bottom of this sh-t
check it

l.: yo what the f-ck is
i go uptown to collect these checks
come back to find my man body in blood sh-t stretched
across the pavement
i know one of y’all know some information
so imma get down to the bottom of this whole situation
who shot the lr? was it you rock?
rock: don’t look at me, oc!
i don’t believe you think i
shoot n-gg-s 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, n-body 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, sh-t is f-cked up
i think i need a drink, p-ss the cavasiaa
l.: aight, i hear you kid
but if you didn’t, n-gg- who did?
this bullsh-t, i ain’t buyin it
mr. lee?
mr. lee: don’t even try it son
my life is private
i handles my b-i, then i’m slidin

f-ck it if it ain’t about some real estate and what i’m 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
money’s the motive n-gg-
but i’m coming out of fiscal year with my
number seven figures

chorus: well, godd-mn that n-gg-s layin up in icu
shot the f-ck up and n-body got a clue
that’s some bullsh-t for real
son was set up and yall won’t say who
somebody knows and yo, i think i got a clue

l.: so n-gg-s what’s the deal yall
somebody squeal or imma f-ck around and kill all
that fall just for frontin
cuz somebody know sumthin
yo, tray, i think it’s you
you never showed love for my brother son
i should pop that -ss now you pretty motherf-cker
tray: aight, you right, sh-t is true, i never really liked that n-gg- but
despite my personal views i’d never snipe the n-gg-
f-ck a oozy
when i’m 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 i’m 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 what’s 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, don’t even take it further
cuz you was the last n-gg- wit him
huh, did you attempt the murder?
y’all 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 you’re 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: f-ck that you left for a second n-gg-
l.: n-gg- you know what, n-gg-s is funny
rock, that n-gg- drank your liquor
mr. lee, he owes you money
but yall look at me like i’m guilty
i find that hard believin
when my case and point is i’m 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 that’s my brother, not me
i beg to differ
mr. lee: aight then let’s get back to this picture
l.: yo what about it
mr. lee: n-gg-s know you used to dig her
l.: she got a fat -ss but i doubt it
tray: oh yeah she got a fat -ss
mr. lee: you, hold up tray, he’s killin me
l. used to hit it b
before he went away to dc
that’s right, remember that?
so all this doubt sh-t, yo i ain’t feelin that
and it got you heated when you found out lr was killin that
l.: yo you still on that?
mr. lee: yeah i’m still on that and i would let it p-ss
but you the only n-gg- wit gloves and a mask, dumb -ss!
blood splashed from sole to sole
now you lookin petro
caught you plottin from the get-go
but son ain’t dead, though
l.: goddammit i knew it this . 38 special is bullsh-t and played
next time i’m blazin n-gg-s wit the 12 gauge
i had it made, was on my way to la
to lay low, n-gg-
and stay to’
up off the hennesy
f-ck memories, yo we was enemies
and sh-t you didn’t see, since we was young yo son was testin me
i let it get the best of me
tray: it’s jealousy!
l.: yeah, yeah whateva b.
yo, i admit that
i used to love her and i smacked it
but i’ll be d-mned if imma let that n-gg- crack it

(hospital intercom in background)
(three shots)
(flat line)

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