I'm a creature of the street 
And I rip off all the money 
I was kicked in the teeth 
Shoved face first through a window 
I got a gangland name 
And a teardrop tattooed eye 
They call me Little Caesar in the brotherhood 
of crime 
I know about the pain 
Dyin' in an alley with an 
air-conditioned brain 
I know, it's for real 
Flatlined in an ambulance 
Without a pulse to feel 

Hey blood brother, you're one of our own 
You're as sharp as a razor 
And as hard as a stone 
Hey blood brother, you're bad to the bone 
You're a natural killer 
In a bad place alone 

They call me Smoky Joe 
And I'm as thin as a coroner's needle 
I got a pocket full of rocks 
Man, I shake like a cold chihuahua 
I got [bad word] nose 
And a road map on my arm 
I blew my gig pokin' 'round the gallery 
With someone else's rig 
I know, I understand 
I watch my body hauled off 
By the local garbage man 

Hey blood brother, you're one of our own 
You're as sharp as a razor 
And as hard as a stone 
Hey blood brother, you're bad to the bone 
You're a natural killer 
In a bad place alone 

We're cool, we're cold 
We're stiff, we're tagged 
We're slabbed, we're croaked 
We're whacked, we're cracked 
We're smoked and cured and 
slammed and slurred and 
sliced and diced and put on ice 
Cooked and stewed and badly brewed 
And splattered once or twice