[Verse 1:]
Money, a handgun, a price on your head
A phone call, a contract, soon you'll be dead

[Hook:]
I'm a made man with contract in hand
You thought a jail cell was for a snitch
A deep six for a son of a bitch
I'm a made man and your future has been planned
I'll send flowers to your wife
I'll tell your kids it'll be alright

[Verse 2:]
You wore a wire, they played the tapes at your federal case
A stool pigeon on the stand with a witness protection plan

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
Begging, pleading, we were childhood friends
Ice pick, now you're bleeding, you were yellow to the end

[Hook]

[Verse 4:]
At your funeral, there were tears, your mother broke down
The boys all bought a wreath, at the bar I bought a round
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