| Your money or your life, guess which I choose,
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| stuck us with the bill, in the end you’ll lose,
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| time is running out, no where to run,
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| look into the barrel of the mother fucking
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| Payback
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| What did you think, that you could flee.
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| Don’t you know we run this fucking scene man.
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| Straight edge is what you claim to be,
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| your crooked ways, you could’ve fooled me.
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| Running down a one way street, now your stuck
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| so what’s it going to be punk.
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| What, what, it’s like the son of sam,
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| and when I’m down you’ll meet my skam.
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| No mercy. |
| I’ll tale you to my grave,
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| rip us off. |
| This is how we get paid.
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| No where to hide, no where to go,
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| slice you from your belly up to your throat,
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| push your wig back, gut you like a pig,
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| pay you back for the things you did.
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| Trusted you, thought you were one of us,
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| goes to show you never know who to trust.
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| Give respect, expect to get it back.
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| You turn around and knife us in the back.
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| But that’s ok because your life is over,
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| and every turn you’re peeping over shoulders.
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| Hardtimes, tattooed on your neck,
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| you think you’re bad, you ain’t seen nothing yet.
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| No mercy, I’ll take you to my grave,
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| rip us off, this is how we get paid |