[bad word] Where do gangstas go when they die? They don`t go to heaven where the angels fly As the guitar gently sweeps, my Rivera streaks Into the night like a bat out of [bad word] All the wishes in the well couldnґt keep me from my cell I`m feeling paranoid I couldn`t [bad word] my clientele The Marlboro blows, I blow the smoke through my nose You reap what you sow, and Lord I know I took route 87 upstate New York I`m feelin like I sinned, so I must be getting soft Got an angel on my right, the devil on my left Conscious being on my brain, for every single death I`m seeing ghosts, I`m being haunted like the tell-tale heart I`m on the road alone, headlights in the dark I never ever ratted, kept my mouth shut Bad karma all aound, and [bad word] out of luck Next soldier wants my job, better watch my back Or I`ll be the one in the [bad word] getting whacked [bad word] Where do gangstas go when they die? They don`t go to heaven where the angels fly Flatfoot on the street, rookie on the beat Looking for the crack spot, trying to hit a jackpot Have not , want not, gun shot, blough Dirty cop on the prowl, itґs all legal F*ck karma, chameleon, Irish, Sicilian Heritage since birth, sold my soul for what it`s worth From London to Perth, Tokyo to Paris Caught in the Abyss like my name was Ed Harris Trying to build this palace, my heart`s full of malice My soul`s [bad word]  I`m about to [bad word] Internal investigation`s got me facing 25 to life, I`m thinking kids and wife They cut me up, rough me up, and sweat my connection Now they got us all under witness protection [bad word] Where do gangstas go when they die? They don`t go to heaven where the angels fly Before there was a lotto, his people took your numbers Odds on the game, the point spreads over/under Went to private school, educated by nuns But like a pagan lost his faith through the gods of the guns heist like the Brinks, iced ladies like rinks Thought they`d never see the clink Slapped on the wrist, his case was dismissed You see, money talks, yo, it pays if youґre rich, pops Grease the bulls, just to bribe the judge Should have scared ґem straight, should of gave ґem tough love But that`s when they hauled him from the jury to the warden Everybody had a price, but this time they can`t afford ґem [bad word] Where do gangstas go when they die? They don`t go to heaven where the angels fly

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