1. 1.
    (bkz: Urban Discipline) (bkz: biohazard)

    It's a motherfuckin' homicide, just deserts
    A shotgun painted 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 took the wrong path, now your name is in the past

    Another fuckin' 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 tought the day would come, bang, a fuckin' hit
    You call yourself the finest in the city, huh!
    For scum like you,I have no fucking pity

    Pushing and scumming, disribute all your poison
    You call yourself a man, well you're nothing but a boy
    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 gun

    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

    The chamber spins three
    ... dolayli zarf tumleci