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