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"The Last Assassin", terrible tema del grupo de hip hop mas grande de todos los tiempos, CYPRESS HILL.

[LYRICS]

Bueno...

?C¨®mo est¨¢ todo?...

Bien, bien, qu¨¦ bueno, qu¨¦ bueno...

Bueno, a lo que estamos hablando, van a ser cincuenta mil bolas...

25 veinticinco ahora y 25 despu¨¦s...

Y a que usted agarre noticia de que Don Miguel ha muerto...

Nos veremos en el centro de Los Angeles...

Ah¨ª por la Pico y la Figueroa...

[B Real:]

Lookin' back in the days of my youth no doubt

I didn't have any role models kickin' the truth out

So who am I supposed to look up to?

[Edit] on the corner, or the boys in blue

Now I had 2 choices, what could I be?

Down with, runnin' with the pigs or the g's,

Let's see, a pig ain't done nothin' for me

But try to guide me to the penetentiary

The g's on the other hand wanna see me

Callin' shots in the hood, recruitin' homies

Either way I'm [edit] unfortunatley

So I think I'll roll with the neighborhood family

G's in the hood are influential

Pigs on the street are detrimental

A g's got stripes on his credentials

Growin' up ain't easy in the Central

[Chorus:]

In the soul of the one holdin' the gun

Of the Assassin, elimination, blastin', assassination

The lone hard core to the bone individual

Highly adavanced than your average criminal

Through the shadows I lurk through the alleys

And rooftops, scoped and aimed at your brain

Until we meet in the next world again,

Until the year 2000 come on in my friend

An OG told me How to make some ends

To get the Rolex and the phat [edit] Benz

ALL I GOTTA DO IS TAKE OUT A FEW FRIENDS

DISAPPEAR FOR A WHILE THEN COME BACK AGAIN

I used to have to hit them with the long range shot

In time I got better in the closer I got

The last thing I learned was the knife in hand

Blade to the throat, Oh, how I could kill a man

You could never understand how my mind works

The professional methods I use when I do dirt

Enemies and adversaries on the contract

No combat, I catch them in their Z's

[Chorus]

No one ever knows how the cards get dealt

In the hands of the maker when you break yourself

Why do I do do do things I do

Nobody was ever there for me to talk to

Once I was youngster, pure and true

Now I'm runnin' with the sick, sick crew

You could never understand what I go through

There could never be another [edit] fillin' my shoes

Sometimes I wonder how I made this far

In the gang set trippin',

Givin' up the set I claim

Pigs lookin' at me and they wanna take aim

But I don't give a [edit] cause it's all the same

[Chorus]