Lyrics
Say you'll make me suffer
You think you may be tougher
Got cher head in a bucket o'glue
You say you got a gun
You're gonna get a bead on me
Turn around and get it on you
Where I come from
If you're going to point a gun
Be prepared to shoot
T'ain't no hag to see the wingtips slip
Back down into the gutter
With a hole in the shoe
Bang Bang
Gonna buy you a round or two
It could happen to you
Future may be hazy
Come the day I'm pushin' daisies
Got nothing to do with you
Say you'll get a blade
And you're gonna break it off in me
I could do the same to you
As cold steel snaps ya
Ain't no rap-tia
It ain't what I want ta do
I won't be the snake in the bag on the go
To the slab downtown
With a tag on me cold and blue
But it could happen to you
Better understand
If you play the heavy
Shit hits the fan and you
Snap your head around
Put you down like a dog
Biting people like you do
Take my word
If you live by the sword
You'll die by the sword it's true
Will your friends all cry
About the way you died
Would they feel as bad
If it were anyone else but you
Anyone else but you
