I got my first real six-gun
Oh, from a fence named ‘Slime’
Shot it till my targets bled
Was the summer of sixty-nine
Me and some guys from the hood
Formed a team and we had it made
Slim-jim quit, Slow-D got geeked
Should have known, we’d never get paid
Oh, when I look back now
Those runs seemed to last forever
And if I had the choice
I’d never want to be there
Those were the worst days of my life
Ain’t no point in complainin’
When you’ve got a run to do
Spent my evenings doin’ my legwork
That’s when I was shot by you, yeah
Standin on your safe-house porch
I thought that I was being clever
Oh, and when you pulled that gun
I knew that this would hurt forever
Those were the worst days of my life