Clue (Who Shot LR?)

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)