If life is so easy to have
and so easy to take
how have we evolved as a race
you walk into the bank
at the ATM and pace
you are not alone
a inner city thug decides
to be dishonest on this day
somebody gonnna lose their pay
should the gasta give up and stray
will he stick you
for what you gonna say
pistol stuck in your back
this is how it goes down
making you feel kind of wack
how you gonna a play it now
for the gangsta gonna state it
this is it this is it
now kick me over them dollars
you fight and scream for the police
but they can't hear them hollars
fight you may
but what you gonna do
when the gansta come for your pay
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