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 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
  
   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