| Look into the yesof a madman
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| You can see it in his face, he’s a weak and sad man
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| Staring straight ahead, his eyes set like stone
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| With a nine millimeter cocked at your dome
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| No way out, it’s too late 'cause you’re already in it So what’cha gonna do you’ll be dead in a minute
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| Thinking slow will get you nowhere fast
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| A young life terminated with one short blast
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| You live like that, you die like this
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| That 's how it is Livin’with regret is no way to live
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| That’s how it is You’re dead too soon if the bullet don’t miss
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| That’s how it is kid
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| How it is That’s what you get for
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| Living like this
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| With a bullet in your head — you’re dead, you can’t miss
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| Ain’t no time for regret when you’re body is in a bag
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| Ain’t no time to change your mind when your head begins to sag
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| Should’ve known better, ain’t working for you now
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| Maybe if you’d know better you’d be here somehow
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| So change your ways before you ways change you
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| With a hole in your head that you can see through
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| You’re looking up and you’re looking down
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| Shot’s are rippin’out from all around
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| You’re crying out for help but it can’t be found
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| The voice of regret is the only sound
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| You play the game and you pay the price
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| For hustlin’in the gutter with the motherfuckin’street lice
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| You’re runnin’and gunnin’and whatever else goes
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| And you’re goin’with your crew whichever way the wind blows
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| «cause you got their back and they got yours
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| And you live for yourself and you make your own laws
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| But sooner or later what goes around comes around
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| You wind up dead and buried in hard, cold ground |