Writers: Weerts (ASCAP)
Publisher: 808 Multi Media Publishing (ASCAP)

Lyrics

Profile of the wrong man, welcome to the game
Actors are the criminals, the street is the stage
A twisted world where cops hunt the decoy team
And the villains live the American Dream

[Chorus]
Word, Rap, Fall
Millions of dollars and you can have it all
Word, Rap, Fall
Choose to standalone, divided they fall

The simplest of systems, an underground network
Clients have the cash, wrong men have the turf
Its time for a show - signature weapon or fist
Stun gun, brass knuckles or chains; turn this disco into a pit

Chorus

Oh my God, what have I done
This is not what I wanted, not what I thought it would be
I want my life when it was mine
I don't want to be a wrong man
A slave to the client's hand
I don't want to be a wrong man
A slave to the client's hand

Chorus