First up high on a roof top like a bird I'm havin' evil thoughts a black hood covers my face and death flows through my mind at it's own pace sometimes I feel like a super hero urgin' to free my kind I'm so accurate I shoot ya heart with a dime now I'm back to the moral of my tale I see a victim, and then my thoughts fail my minds still fumblin' with the present slavery I'm here to save you but who's to save me I hold my strap so long that my palms all wet I put finger on the fit and then the side a check I make the kill here's the deal after the trigger's pulled then the death is sealed so it's the shots that sing out like a piper everyones scared I'm the neighborhood sniper So my boy is a snitch I put my gun up to his head and simply scared the bitch boo being the E ya know I'm thinkin' devious thoughts take off ya clothes nigga and here comes a plot his bitch was scared she made a move I pulled the trigger now the rumors rare now there's nothing left but a snitch here's a four leaf clover punk make a wish one [*Shot*] two [*Shot*] three strikes your out this nigga is dead and now I'm lookin' for a window I made my escape the cops chase duckin' to an alley so they don't recognize my face the boy had to pay the piper so they all stayin' fair of a neighborhood sniper I'm Doin' dirt as I continue my mission killin' all fools as an addiction as a E lovin' the game leavin a shame and in my heart I feel no muthafuckin' pain because my heart is cold as I was told and my A.K.47 I stand bold rippin' up shit with the fury of my gun shot pop pop pow as I watch the muthafucka drop lovin' the site as the blood spill take a photograph, to keep in my hard as I was sayin' calm and never hyper as I succeed in my mission I be a neighborhood sniper