The Last Assassin
?C¨®mo est¨¢ todo?...
Bien, bien, qu¨¦ bueno, qu¨¦ bueno...
Bueno, a lo que estamos hablando, van a ser 50000 (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...
Hello...how's it going?...
Great, great, that's good, that's good...
Ok, what we were talking bout before,
They're gonna be fifty thousand balls...
Twenty-five now and twenty-five later...
And you betta know that Don Miguel has died...
I'll see u in the middle of L.A....
right by The Pico and The Figueroa
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  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
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  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
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  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  cause it's all the same
[last line is different]
Until the year 2000 my friend