Murder Inc.

Murder Inc. - The Hit Co.

Bobby's got a gun that he keeps

Beneath his pillow

Out on the street your chances are zero

Take a look around you (come on now)

It ain't too complicated

You're messin' with Murder Incorporated

Now you check over your shoulder

Everywhere that you go

Walkin' down the street there's eyes in every shadow

You better take a look around you (come on now)

That equipment you got's so outdated

You can't compete with Murder Incorporated

Everywhere you look now, Murder Incorporated

So you keep a little secret down deep

Inside your dresser drawer

For dealing with the heat

You're feelin' out on the killin' floor

No matter where you step you feel

You're never out of danger

So the comfort that you keep's a

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I heard you

You got a job downtown, man

That leaves your head cold

Everywhere you look life ain't got no soul

That apartment you live in feels like

It's just a place to hide

When you're walkin' down the street

You won't meet no one eye to eye

The cops reported you as just an another homicide

But I can tell that you were just frustrated

From living with Murder Incorporated

Everywhere you look now,

Murder Incorporated

Murder Incorporated

Murder Incorporated

Murder Incorporated