Hostyle
Who Shot Rudy?
If you see a devil, smash himYeah, Screwball shit, yeah-yeah-yeah, Keron yoLittle something for that snake ass, slimy ass, devil assMotherfucker out there. Listen to this and suck on it bitchKnaw'mean? Screwball shit, what, what, yeahCheck-check-check-check it out, yoAy-yo who shot Rudy in broad daylight for cash?I woke up this morning and hear the newsflashThey said it happened down at City HallHe had his wife with I'm from the crowd made him fallIt was chaos and pandemonium blood covered up the podiumCovered his face, and wouldn't show me himI had to see if it was trueSecret service was mad nervous, so was the boys in blueScatterin', like rats and ants, with the lights onMan hunt the suspect all night longInterrupted episodes, every channel showBarricaded the city and blocked every roadJakes in riot gear, blacks smilin' it isReporters cryin out in the street, ?"It ain't Rudy!"?He ain't dead off, somebody blew his head off and skated outCommissioner live on channel five when they announced his deathWifey was stressed, she was right thereShe stated: it was like a nightmareSongtexteOne-time, was combing the streets, had the whole force on the beatFlyin' in cars and on feetThe D's came through stompin'Ghetto birds had the projects lookin' like Compton with marksmenWith dirty thirties out the windowI'm in my room smokin' boom, playin' Nintendo, high off the indoWho shot Rudy?[Chorus]From courthouse to your houseRich house to poor houseQB to Shaolin, Brooklyn Long IslandBX to Money Makin', YO and New RoThe news final, yo, who shot Rudy?They speculated it was mob relatedEvery wise guy with mafia ties, interrogated for liesEvery king and yeta, had the linguisticsSnatchin' they gats for ballistics and expert statisticsWere drawn out, gang unit was all worn outInvestigatin' his body and everybody elseWhoever gave threats, made bets or wagesCash donators from the campaign stagesCab drivers and frank vendors who protestedWere roughed up like Abner, gettin broom molestedSharp lawyer suit-breasted, double-breasted reportersWas mobbin' daughters and other mournersPushin' cameras away, blockin' the sightsHad the riot squad at Washington HeightsKennedy Airport, stoppin' flights, niggaz was tightCause the couldn't sell a dime all night, but that was alrightThe devil died and nobody criedThey was real like some Jews celebratin' when the pharaohe got killedGlasses of Henny were spilled and we got twistedSmokin' blunts on the corner like we used to cause we lived itKnowin' he was gone for good ???, it got me thinkin'Ay-yo, where the fuck Dinkens?And Harlem World, Shaolin to BrownsvilleDid Sharpton and Farrakhan make the shit real?Was it Khalel? you know he keep mad steelDid the Bloods or the Crips smoke Rudy on the hill[Chorus]
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