| Life is cheap if you got no cash
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| You can pay lay away
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| Let that money be your game
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| Sure you want to play
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| Borrow against what you don’t have
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| Pay it down to pay it back
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| Take a chance to break away
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| Feel the whip 'cross your back
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| Tote that barge and lift that bail
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| What they cried long ago
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| Fifty large to ride that rail
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| Well, that’s just how it goes
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| Earthworm thrives on the dirt
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| He is legion with no man’s friend
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| Bad boys from New Orleans
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| Bought a small tank and hit the road
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| Feel the heat, breath the dust
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| Scratch your name at the barrel’s end
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| Never know who to trust
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| Uptown, Downtown, know your place
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| Could be a heavy fine
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| Make sure no one sees your face as
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| You sneak across the line
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| Try to look as though you belong
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| Don’t look straight in the eyes
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| Keep your head down and do not smile
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| Boy, don’t you ever cry
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| Earthworm thrives on the dirt
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| Meets a man at the riverbed
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| Bad boys, they’re from East L. A
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| Players strive to make their mark
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| With the money they make
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| Hoping they don’t cross a narc
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| Or a foe on the take
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| They don’t care who they hurt
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| Or who has to die
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| If they’re 'round just be alert
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| Ain’t no reason why
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| Does the Devil guide their sin?
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| Does he plan from below?
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| Or is the evil within the man?
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| Greed and lust make it grow
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| Make your money off other’s pain
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| Keep the poor people high
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| When their misery is your gain
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| Don’t you stop 'n' wonder why
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| Like a cancer the sickness grows
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| Money keeps it alive
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| How many dead? |
| God only knows
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| And kids believe the lie
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| How high will the bodies pile?
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| How many moms will bury sons?
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| We turn away all the while
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| Feeling nothing to be done
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| Earthworm thrives on the dirt
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| He has no future on the wheel
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| Bad boys from Birmingham |