Where do gangstas go when they die
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They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
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Where do gangstas go when they die
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They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
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As the guitar gently weeps, my Riviera streaks
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Into the night like a bat outta hell
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All the wishes in the well couldn't keep me from my cell
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I'm feeling paranoid, I couldn't trust my clientele
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The Marlboro blows, I blow the smoke through my nose
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You reep what you sow and Lord I know
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I took route 87, upstate New York
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I'm feeling like I sinned so I must be getting soft
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Got an angel on my right, the devil on my left
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Conscious being on my brain for every single death
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I'm seeing ghosts, I'm being haunted like the tell tale heart
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I'm on the road alone, headlights in the dark
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I never ever ratted, kept my mouth shut
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Bad karma all around and I'm running out of luck
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Next soldier wants my job, better watch my back
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Or I'll be the one in the trunk getting whacked
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Where do gangstas go when they die
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They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
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Where do gangstas go when they die
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They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
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Where do gangstas go when they die
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They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
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Where do gangstas go when they die
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They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
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Flat footer on the street, rookie on the beat
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Looking for the crack spot, trying to hit a jackpot
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Have not, want not, gun shot,
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Dirty cop on the prowl, it's all legal
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Fuck karma chameleon, Irish, Sicilian
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Heritage since birth, sold my soul for what it's worth
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From London to Perth, Tokyo to Paris
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Caught in The Abyss like my name was Ed Harris
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Trying to build this palace, heart's full of malice
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My soul's corrupt, I'm about to erupt
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Internal investigation's got me facing
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Twenty-five to life, I'm thinking kids and wife
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They cut me up, rough me up and sweat my connection
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Now they got us all under witness protection
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Where do gangstas go when they die
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They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
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Where do gangstas go when they die
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They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
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Where do gangstas go when they die
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They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
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Where do gangstas go when they die
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They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
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Before there was a lotto his people took your numbers
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Odds on the game, the point spreads over, unders
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Went to private school educated by nuns
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But like a pagan, lost his faith through the Gods of the guns
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A heist like the Briks, he iced ladies like rinks
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From pocket books to the minks, thought they'd never see the clink
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Slapped on the wrist, his case was dismissed
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You see money talks, yo, it pays if you're rich pops
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Grease the bulls just to bribe the judge
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Should have scared 'em straight, should of gave 'em tough love
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But that's when they hauled him from the jury to the warden
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Everybody had a price but this time they can't afford 'em
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Where do gangstas go when they die
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They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
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Where do gangstas go when they die
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They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
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Where do gangstas go when they die
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They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
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Where do gangstas go when they die
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They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
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Where do gangstas go when they die
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They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
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Where do gangstas go when they die
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They don't go to heaven where the angels fly...
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Lake Of Fire
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