I did not do a goddamn thing Why the hell you trippin' on me I was the one, said we should run But ya pulled out your gun and fuckin' shot everyone Now there's blood on your hands Authority came and checked your life You couldn't catch me if you tried
All's fair in war and crime I'll do no time
I bet you're pissed as all can be Cuz you're stuck, locked up and I'm free Out on the run, getting' it on Like a mean little motherfuckin' son of gun Living it up I can't complain And I'm fuckin' your wife There ain't a damn thing you can say
All's fair in war and crime
No money for you More money for me All's fair in war and crime
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