Tracey Lee - Clue (Who Shot LR?) Lyrics

[Talk:]
I don't believe this shit here man
Y'all niggas is f*cked up, word up
It's aight though, Imma get to the bottom of this shit
Check it

[L.:]
Yo what the f*ck 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 f*cked 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 B-I, then I'm slidin
F*ck 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 f*ck up and nobody got a clue
That's some bullshit for real
Son was set up and yall won't say who
Somebody knows and yo, I think I got a clue

[L.:]
So niggas what's the deal yall
Somebody squeal or Imma f*ck 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 motherf*cker
[Tray:]
Aight, you right, shit is true, I never really liked that nigga but
Despite my personal views I'd never snipe the nigga
F*ck 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 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:] F*ck 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 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:] 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 B
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
F*ck 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

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