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 Bobby's got a gun that he keeps beneath his pillow (oh yeah) Out on the street your chances are zero (oh yeah) Take a look around you (come on down) It ain't too complicated You're messin' with Murder Incorporated Now you check over your shoulder everywhere that you go (oh yeah) Walkin' down the street, there's eyes in every shadow (oh yeah) You better take a look around you (come on down) That equipment you got's so outdated You can't compete with Murder Incorporated Everywhere you look now there's Murder Incorporated So you keep a little secret down deep inside your dresser drawer From dealing with the heat you're feelin' down on the killin' floor No matter where you step you feel you're never out of danger So the comfort that you keep's a gold-plated snub-nose thirty-two I heard that you You got a job downtown, man it leaves your head cold (oh yea) And everywhere you look life ain't got no soul (oh yeah) That apartment you live in feels like it's just a place to hide When your walkin' down the streets you won't meet no one eye to eye Now the cops reported you as just another homicide I can tell that you was just frustrated from livin' with Murder Incorporated Incorporated Everywhere you look now Murder Incorporated Down on your knees Murder Incorporated Everywhere that you turn it's murder Incorporated
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