Gravesend (Lake of Fire) Lordz of Brooklyn (Ft. Everlast)

Where do gangstas go when they die
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
Where do gangstas go when they die
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
Where do gangstas go when they die
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
Where do gangstas go when they die
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
Where do gangstas go when they die
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
Where do gangstas go when they die
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly

As the guitar gently weeps, my Riviera streaks
Into the night like a bat outta hell
All the wishes in the well couldn't keep me from my cell
I'm feeling paranoid, I couldn't trust my clientele
The Marlboro blows, I blow the smoke through my nose
You reep what you sow and Lord I know
I took route 87, upstate New York
I'm feeling like I sinned so I must be getting soft
Got an angel on my right, the devil on my left
Conscious being on my brain for every single death
I'm seeing ghosts, I'm being haunted like the tell tale heart
I'm on the road alone, headlights in the dark
I never ever ratted, kept my mouth shut
Bad karma all around and I'm running out of luck
Next soldier wants my job, better watch my back
Or I'll be the one in the trunk getting whacked