It's a motherfuckin' homicide, just deserts A shotgun painted right where it hurts From the inside, the ones you can trust You got connected to a serious bust You thought you were a hustler, a boy that was rude But now you're in the dirt, can of underground wormfood Stupid motherfucker, you thought you would last Well took the wrong path, now your name is in the past
Another fuckin' lowlife connected to the first A crooked cop on the take, nothing could be worse Twenty one gun salute, the widow lays the wreath The whole police department covered up he was a thief Yeah the city's finest, caught in deepest shit Never tought the day would come, bang, a fuckin' hit You call yourself the finest in the city, huh! For scum like you,I have no fucking pity
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Pushing and scumming, disribute all your poison You call yourself a man, well you're nothing but a boy son A real man works hard, starves to climb the ropes Not killing for money, on the corner selling dope Money isn't everything, I guess it was to you Did you control your own life or greed controlled you For the lives that you destroyed, so morally depraved For the people you left grieving, I spit on your grave
[Chorus:]
So it seems, this is the system, and I'm sorry to say Dealers pay the cops to turn and look the other way On both sides of the law, justice has been done Not by a judge and jury but by the trigger of gun
[Lead]
Everybody scratches and tries to get ahead You took the easy way, it is easy being dead The chamber spins three, grab the trigger then you pull it The game is called roulette and you just won the bullet
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