Lordz Of Brooklyn: Gravesend

(Lake of Fire)Where do gangstas go when they dieThey don't go to heaven where the angels flyWhere do gangstas go when they dieThey don't go to heaven where the angels flyWhere do gangstas go when they dieThey don't go to heaven where the angels flyWhere do gangstas go when they dieThey don't go to heaven where the angels flyWhere do gangstas go when they dieThey don't go to heaven where the angels flyWhere do gangstas go when they dieThey don't go to heaven where the angels flyAs the guitar gently weeps, my Riviera streaksInto the night like a bat outta hellAll the wishes in the well couldn't keep me from my cellI'm feeling paranoid, I couldn't trust my clienteleThe Marlboro blows, I blow the smoke through my noseYou reep what you sow and Lord I knowI took route 87, upstate New YorkI'm feeling like I sinned so I must be getting softGot an angel on my right, the devil on my leftConscious being on my brain for every single deathI'm seeing ghosts, I'm being haunted like the tell tale heartI'm on the road alone, headlights in the darkI never ever ratted, kept my mouth shutBad karma all around and I'm running out of luckNext soldier wants my job, better watch my backOr I'll be the one in the trunk getting whackedWhere do gangstas go when they dieThey don't go to heaven where the angels flyWhere do gangstas go when they dieThey don't go to heaven where the angels flyWhere do gangstas go when they dieThey don't go to heaven where the angels flyWhere do gangstas go when they dieThey don't go to heaven where the angels fly[Everlast]Flat footer on the street, rookie on the beatLooking for the crack spot, trying to hit a jackpotHave not, want not, gun shot, *Blough*Dirty cop on the prowl, it's all legalFuck karma chameleon, Irish, SicilianHeritage since birth, sold my soul for what it's worthFrom London to Perth, Tokyo to ParisCaught in The Abyss like my name was Ed HarrisTrying to build this palace, heart's full of maliceMy soul's corrupt, I'm about to eruptInternal investigation's got me facingTwenty-five to life, I'm thinking kids and wifeThey cut me up, rough me up and sweat my connectionNow they got us all under witness protectionWhere do gangstas go when they dieThey don't go to heaven where the angels flyWhere do gangstas go when they dieThey don't go to heaven where the angels flyWhere do gangstas go when they dieThey don't go to heaven where the angels flyWhere do gangstas go when they dieThey don't go to heaven where the angels flyBefore there was a lotto his people took your numbersOdds on the game, the point spreads over, undersWent to private school educated by nunsBut like a pagan, lost his faith through the Gods of the gunsA heist like the Briks, he iced ladies like rinksFrom pocket books to the minks, thought they'd never see the clinkSlapped on the wrist, his case was dismissedYou see money talks, yo, it pays if you're rich popsGrease the bulls just to bribe the judgeShould have scared 'em straight, should of gave 'em tough loveBut that's when they hauled him from the jury to the wardenEverybody had a price but this time they can't afford 'emWhere do gangstas go when they dieThey don't go to heaven where the angels flyWhere do gangstas go when they dieThey don't go to heaven where the angels flyWhere do gangstas go when they dieThey don't go to heaven where the angels flyWhere do gangstas go when they dieThey don't go to heaven where the angels flyWhere do gangstas go when they dieThey don't go to heaven where the angels flyWhere do gangstas go when they dieThey don't go to heaven where the angels flyWhere do gangstas go when they dieThey don't go to heaven where the angels flyWhere do gangstas go when they dieThey don't go to heaven where the angels fly