Tracey Lee - Clue (Who Shot LR?) lyrics

Talk: I don't believe this sh** here man Y'all n***as is f**ed up, word up It's aight though, Imma get to the bottom of this sh** Check it L.: Yo what the f** is I go uptown to collect these checks Come back to find my man body in blood, sh** 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***as 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, nobody 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** is f**ed up I think I need a drink, pa** the Cavasiaa L.: Aight, I hear you kid But if you didn't, n***a who did? This bullsh**, 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** 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***a But I'm coming out of fiscal year with my Number seven figures Chorus: Well, Goddamn that n***as layin up in ICU Shot the f** up and nobody got a clue That's some bullsh** 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***as what's the deal yall Somebody squeal or Imma f** around and k** 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 a** now you pretty motherf**er Tray: Aight, you right, sh** is true, I never really liked that n***a but Despite my personal views I'd never snipe the n***a f** 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***a 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** that you left for a second n***a L.: n***a you know what, n***as is funny Rock, that n***a 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***as know you used to dig her L.: She got a fat a** but I doubt it Tray: Oh yeah she got a fat a** Mr. Lee: You, hold up Tray, he's k**in me L. used to hit it B Before he went away to DC That's right, remember that? So all this doubt sh**, yo I ain't feelin that And it got you heated when you found out LR was k**in that L.: Yo you still on that? Mr. Lee: Yeah I'm still on that and I would let it pa** But you the only n***a wit gloves and a mask, dumb a**! 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** and played Next time I'm blazin n***as wit the 12 gauge I had it made, was on my way to LA To lay low, n***a And stay to' Up off the Hennesy f** memories, yo we was enemies And sh** 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 damned if Imma let that n***a crack it (hospital intercom in background) (three shots) (flat line)