Clue (Who Shot LR?)

Talk: I don't believe this shit here man y'all niggas is fucked up, word up It's aight though, Imma get to the bottom of this shit Check it L.: Yo what the fuck is I go uptown to collect these checks Come back to find my man body in blood, shit 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 niggas 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, shit is fucked up I think I need a drink, pass the Cavasiaa L.: Aight, I hear you kid But if you didn't, nigga who did? This bullshit, I ain't buyin it Mr. Lee? Mr. Lee: Don't even try it son My life is private I handles my be -I, then I'm slidin Fuck 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 nigga But I'm coming out of fiscal year with my Number seven figures Chorus: Well, Goddamn that niggas layin up in ICU Shot the fuck up and nobody got a clue That's some bullshit for real Son was set up and y'all won't say who Somebody knows and yo, I think I got a clue L.: So niggas what's the deal y'all Somebody squeal or Imma fuck around and kill 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 ass now you pretty motherfucker Tray: Aight, you right, shit is true, I never really liked that nigga but Despite my personal views I'd never snipe the nigga Fuck 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, y'all 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 nigga 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: Fuck that you left for a second nigga L.: Nigga you know what, niggas is funny Rock, that nigga drank your liquor Mr. Lee, he owes you money But y'all 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: Niggas know you used to dig her L.: She got a fat ass but I doubt it Tray: Oh yeah she got a fat ass Mr. Lee: You, hold up Tray, he's killin me L. used to hit it be Before he went away to DC That's right, remember that? So all this doubt shit, yo I ain't feelin that And it got you heated when you found out LR was killin that L.: Yo you still on that? Mr. Lee: Yeah I'm still on that and I would let it pass But you the only nigga wit gloves and a mask, dumb ass! 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 bullshit and played Next time I'm blazin niggas wit the 12 gauge I had it made, was on my way to LA To lay low, nigga And stay to' Up off the Hennesy Fuck memories, yo we was enemies And shit 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 nigga crack it (hospital intercom in background) (three shots) (flat line)