I´m a creature of the street
And I cip off all the money
I was kicked in the teeth
Shoved face first through a window
I got an gangeland name
And a teardrop tattooed eye
They call me Little Ceasar 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 a ambulance
Without a pulse to feel

Hey blood brother, you´re one of our own
You´re sharp as a razor
And you´re 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 a runny 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

We´re cool, we´re cold
We´re stiff, we´re tagged
We´re slabbed, we´re cracked
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