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.