Chamber Spins Three

(专辑： Urban Discipline - 1992)

It's a motherfucking homicide, just deserts
A shotgun pointed right where it hurts
From the inside, the ones you can trust
You got connected to a serious bust
You thought you were a hustler, a boy that was rude
But now you're in the dirt, can of underground wormfood
Stupid motherfucker, you thought you would last
Well, you took the wrong path, now your name is in the past

Your name is in the past

Another fucking lowlife connected to the first
A crooked cop on the take, nothing could be worse
Twenty-one gun salute, the widow lays the wreath
The whole police department covered up he was a thief
Yeah, the city's finest, caught in deepest shit
Never thought the day would come, bang, a fucking hit
You call yourself the finest in the city, huh?
For scum like you, I have no fucking pity

No fucking pity
You fucking scumbag piece of shit
Die, motherfucker!

Pushing and scamming, distribute all your poison
You call yourself a man, well you're nothing but a boy, son
A real man works hard, starves to climb the ropes
Not killing for money, on the corner selling dope
Money isn't everything, I guess it was to you
Did you control your own life or greed controlled you?
For the lives that you destroyed, so morally depraved
For the people you left grieving, I spit on your grave

So it seems (This is the system) and I'm sorry to say
Dealers pay the cops to turn and look the other way

Everybody scratches and tries to get ahead
You took the easy way, it is easy being dead
The chamber spins three, grab the trigger then you pull it
The game is called roulette and you just won the bullet

Pushing and scamming, distribute all your poison
You call yourself a man, well you're nothing but a boy, son
A real man works hard, starves to climb the ropes
Not killing for money, on the corner selling dope
Money isn't everything, I guess it was to you
Did you control your own life or greed controlled you?
For the lives that you destroyed, so morally depraved
For the people you left grieving, I spit on your grave

So it seems (This is the system) and I'm sorry to say
Dealers pay the cops to turn and look the other way
On both sides (Of the law) justice has been done
Not by a judge and jury but (By the trigger of a gun)

So it seems (This is the system) and I'm sorry to say
Dealers pay the cops to turn and look the other way
On both sides (Of the law) justice has been done
Not by a judge and jury but (By the trigger of a gun)

The chamber spins three!