(Mike Macs)
As I make my approach, on to some rooftops, I'm lookin left n right,
Pacin cus I'm on the lookout, for one of them blue cops
Saw my first target, loaded my clip, hands stuck on that shit,
Like a fat nigga with a sandwich, I kept a firm grip,
Wasn't scared at all, death couldn't even make me slip
Had my crosshair locked onto this pussy bitches head, and I smiled,
I knew the bullets would leave an imprint on his head, sqaure like tiles,
He was fuckin round with me to much, so I had to take down this lame
Cus I got no shame, to me, this shit was like another video game,
As I laughed when the all the shit exploded outta his brain,
Like the son of sam, wrote shit in a different language, took long to decipher,
Picked off the rest of these, bitches, now they call me the Neighborhood Sniper

It was all fuckin calm, till we started comin, started comin
Loaded some clips now we started gunnin, started gunnin
*Two shots, *Two shots Now they all runnin, niggas all runnin

(Lite Fuse)
Ok I got my mac in check, with the rubba grip
Took the clip out, cocked it, turned of the safety switch
These niggahs wanna talk shit but they dont laugh when they're dropped
And they cry and pray when theres a 50 cal to there head, cocked
I make my way into this building,went up to the roof top
Commited 37 homicides, I consider this my sniping spot
Then I took out my 50., then looked through the scope
The infrared scope dot aimed between his eyes
The next thing i heard was screaming and womens cries
But thankfully my shit was suppresed, he neva saw it cumin
The police found my spot so I took off runnin
The only thing they saw was my gun and...

It was all fuckin calm, till we started comin, started comin
Loaded some clips now we started gunnin, started gunnin
*Two shots, *Two shots Now they all runnin, niggas all runnin

(Mike Macs)
I put on this fuckin turban, with the bandanna round my mouth, to feel Iraqi,
Even decked out the green tingish brown pants, the fuckin khakis,
Went to the tallest buildin I saw, a sky-scraper, used my 50. Cal M87LER,
This shit was all to the silent, to sneaky, like I was the midnight raper
When I blasted the bullet through the pussy niggas head, instantly,
I could tell he was dead, did three backflips when his skull touched the lead,
Blood gushed out, splashin over on everyone, markin new targets,
One by one gettin picked off, got outta control so they gave a call to the sgt
Cus these bitches don't know I'm dead serious, left a lil somethin for them,
The thank you note left them cop hoes fuckin delirious, now they know,
When I take these niggas down, mayhem everywhere, it's like I'ma Cypher
Them bitches now know not to mess wit the Neighborhood Sniper

It was all fuckin calm, till we started comin, started comin
Loaded some clips now we started gunnin, started gunnin
*Two shots, *Two shots Now they all runnin, niggas all runnin

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