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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