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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?
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L.: What, are you suggestin
That I put one in my flesh and
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


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)
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