Gun Shy (To the Tune of Saturday Night Fever)

Well you can tell by the way I use my glock
I'm an assassin
no time for talk

Music loud and women strong
I've been kicked around since I was born

Now its alright
Its okay
The policeman looks the other way
We can try
to understand
The New York Times Effect on Man

Whether you're an operative or brother
You're stayin' alive
Feel the city breaking and my hand is shaking
So you're stayin' alive


Now I aim low and I aim high
and if I can't a shot
I use the knife
Got the wings of heaven tattooed on my boob
I'm an assassin
I just can't lose

Life going nowhere
Somebody help me