Razor Jimi The Fly
Jimi the fly, he couldn't decide, was crossing a deadly line Feelin' the heat, the word on the street was a contract for his life He knew all along, if he sung the song, he'd scratch doing time Stepped up to bat, squealed like a rat, now he's running for his life He thought it was sealed, he was making the deal When the feds brought down the sting Under the knife, he was looking at life unless he turned the family in He made up the play with the crooked d.a., never had to serve no time Jimi the fly, organized crime Nowhere to hide, scared deep inside and the walls were closing in He made the mistake, now it's up to fate, and the fear was setting in Feeling the strain, he then changed his name with a hand from Johnny Law They moved him out west, with a bullet proof vest, but you can't Escape the mob Jimi the fly was living a lie on the corner of 8th and 3rd The life of a fink as he swallowed his drink, now his vision was slightly blurred As he left the bar, drivin' up in a car were the suits that covered thugs They fired their rounds, now dead on the ground lies a bloody soaked Jimi the bug
