Who Shot Rudy?

--If you see a devil, smash him-- [Keron] Yeah, Screwball shit, yeah-yeah-yeah, Keron yo Little something for that snake ass, slimy ass, devil ass Motherfucker out there. Listen to this and suck on it bitch Knaw'mean? Screwball shit, what, what, yeah Check-check-check-check it out, yo Ay-yo Who shot Rudy? in broad daylight for cash I woke up this morning and hear the newsflash They said it happened down at City Hall He had his wife with'im from the crowd made him fall It was chaos and pandomonium blood covered up the podium Covered his face, and wouldn't show me him I had to see if it was true Secret service was mad nervous, so was the boys in blue Scatterin, like rats and ants, with the lights on Man hunt the suspect all night long Interupted episodes, every channel show Barracaded the city and blocked every road Jakes in riot gear, blacks smilin it is Reporters cryin out in the street, ?"It ain't Rudy!"? He ain't dead off, somebody blew his head off and skated out Commisioner live on channel 5 when they announced his death Wifey was stressed, she was right there She stated: it was like a nightmare One-time, was combing the streets, had the whole force on the beat Flyin in cars and on feet The D's came through stompin Ghetto birds had the projects lookin like Compton with marksmen With dirty thirties out the window I'm in my room smokin boom, playin Nintendo, high off the indo Who shot Rudy? Chorus ]From courthouse to your house Rich house to poor house QB to Shaolin, Brooklyn Long Island BX to Money Makin', YO and New Ro The news final, yo, who shot Rudy? *repeat* [Keron] They speculated it was mob related Every wise guy with mafia ties, interrogated for lies Every king and yeta, had the linguistics Snatchin they gats for ballistics and expert statistics Were drawn out, gang unit was all worn out Investigatin his body and everybody else Whoever gave threats, made bets or wages Cash donators from the campaign stages Cab drivers and frank vendors who protested Were roughed up like Abner, gettin broom molested Sharp lawyer suit-breasted, double-breasted reporters Was mobbin daughters and other mourners Pushin cameras away, blockin the sights Had the riot squad at Washington Heights Kennedy Airport, stoppin flights, niggas was tight Cause the couldn't sell a dime all night, but that was alright The devil died and nobody cried They was real like some Jews celebratin when the pharaohe got killed Glasses of Henny were spilled and we got twisted Smokin blunts on the corner like we used to cause we lived it Knowing he was gone for good, dead stinking It got me thinking Ay-yo, where the fuck Dinkins? And Harlem World, Shaolin to Brownsville Did Sharpton and Farrakhan make the shit real? Was it Khalel? you know he keep mad steel Did the Bloods or the Crips smoke Rudy on the hill Chorus