Look into the yes of 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
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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
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Livin' with regret is no way to live
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That's how it is
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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
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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
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How It Is
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Biohazard |