Neighborhood Sniper

Purched up high on a roof top
Like a bird Im havin evil thoughts
A black hood covers my face
And death flows through my mind at its own pace
Sometimes I feel like a super hero
Urgin to free my kind
Im so accurate
I shoot ya heart with a dime
Now Im back to the moral of my tale
I see a victim, and then my thoughts fail
My minds still fumblin with the present slavery

Im here to save you but whos to save me
I hold my strap so long that my palms all wet
I put finger on the fit and then the side a check
I make the kill heres the deal
After the triggers pulled then the death is sealed

So its the shots that sing out like a piper

Everyones scared Im the neighborhood sniper

（Eazy-E）

So my boy is a snitch
I put my gun up to his head
And simply scared the bitch boo

Being the E ya know Im thinkin devious thoughts
Take off ya clothes nigga and here comes a plot

His bitch was scared she made a move I pulled the trigger
Now the room is red

Now theres nothing left but a snitch

Heres a four leaf clover punk make a wish

One （Shot） two （Shot） three strikes your out

This nigga is dead and now Im lookin for a window

I made my escape the cops chase

Duckin to an alley so they dont recognize my face

The boy had to pay the piper
So they all stayin fair of a neighborhood sniper

（Eazy-E）

Im Doin' dirt as I continue my mission

Killin all fools as an addiction
As a E lovin the game leavin a shame
And in my heart I feel no muthafuckin pain

Because my heart is cold as I was told
And my A.K.47 I stand bold

Rippin up shit with the fury of my gun shot
Pop pop pow as I watch the muthafucka drop
Lovin the site as the blood spill

Take a photograph, to keep in my hard as I was sayin calm

And never hyper as I succeed in my mission

I be a neighborhood sniper