Jimi the fly, he couldn't decide, was crossing a deadly line
 Feelin' the heat, the word on the street was a contract for his life
 He knew all along, if he sung the song, he'd scratch doing time
 Stepped up to bat, squealed like a rat, now [bad word] for his life
 He thought it was sealed, he was making the deal
 When the feds brought down the sting
 Under the knife, he was looking at life unless he turned the family in
 He made up the play with the crooked d.a., never had to serve no time
 Jimi the fly, organized crime
 Nowhere to hide, scared deep inside and the walls were closing in
 He made the mistake, now it's up to fate, and the fear was setting in
 Feeling the strain, he then changed his name with a hand from Johnny Law
 They moved him out west, with a bullet proof vest, but you can't Escape the mob
 Jimi the fly was living a lie on the corner of 8th and 3rd
 The life of a fink as he swallowed his drink, now his vision was slightly blurred
 As he left the bar, drivin' up in a car were the suits that covered thugs
 They fired their rounds, now dead on the ground lies a bloody soaked Jimi the bug