Chamber Spins Three Lyrics - Urban Discipline - Biohazard

It's a motherfucking homicide, just deserts 

A shotgun pointed 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 worm food 

Stupid motherfucker, you thought you would last 

Well, you took the wrong path, now your name is in the past 

Your name is in the past 

Another fucking 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 thought the day would come, bang, a fucking hit 

You call yourself the finest in the city, huh? 

For scum like you, I have no fucking pity 

No fucking pity, you fucking scumbag piece of shit 

Die, motherfucker 

Pushing and scamming, distribute all your poison 

You call yourself a man, well, you're nothing but a boy, son 

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 

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 

Pushing and scamming, distribute all your poison 

You call yourself a man, well, you're nothing but a boy, son 

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 a gun 

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 a gun 

The chamber spins three