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