Space - Bounty Hunter lyrics

[Verse 1: Concrete Cee](Brother Gil) They wanna know "Who shot first?" Better ask the crook now laying in the dirt The patrons gazed for a second, returned To the drinks, it's a dive bar, like what did you think? He pulled change from his coat, left a tip on the table And bounced, mumbling (chumps never wanna pay you) 2 at night in Nar Shaddaa, a century removed From when it was Vongformed, in the lower cities The dark side of the Force has taken hold again Men in black robes control the trade The smugglers pay a tax to do business And if not, a Gorm-worm will do its due diligence The man who just left the bar's a bounty hunter Not related to the famous, most dangerous Kamino native You need five figures to get in his good graces And even then, it's not a given, he'll say sh** To him, it's just another paid hit [Chorus 2x: Brother Gil] 45 was the number we agreed upon The deed is done, meet you at the Fleeting Song You'll recognize me by the Instak**-Pistol On the hip, so you know that I'm equipped for the bullsh** Come alone, or you won't come home Not that you have kids, but if, they'll be ba*tards Before I blast them, shortly after If you're short with the cash, my man, that's your a** [Verse 2: Concrete Cee](Brother Gil) Grey skies, like eternal night Buildings stretch like polymer chains, the air if bottled up Would k** an average man from Coruscant They all wear masks, that turn dioxides to oxygen Leftover matter's exhausted The swell in the pants is an extra cartridge All doors to residents' homes scan for portraits Of known criminals who slipped thru unnoticed Drones populate the air, if not gliders Here and there you can spot some remodeled TIE fighters The k**er slips in the speeder, to meet the man Who now owes him 45 grand, not much But enough to bribe authority and get a clearance For the docks granted, make it back to a hamlet On Vjun, get a tune-up for his cannon, resume doing damage For the Hutts, there is no such thing as bad business Parks the speeder, doors lift up The Bith are heard playing in the back faintly A security scan locks the blaster to safety But the finger print ID on the trigger has the master key So, there he sits with his goons Thought he told him come alone, it's gon' be a murder soon He can feel it, the Rodian dealer he k**ed, was small time He wondered why the price was so high, ran a background check Found nothing but loose ties to slavers Czerka Arms traders, nothing uncommon or major The debtor motions to his goons but they notice the man and leave So he draws his gun to squeeze, but drops to his knees Instead and falls flat on his face Blue smoke from the barrel, another debt is paid There's the tinkling of the coins on the table And the last words heard "chumps never wanna pay you" [Chorus 2x: Brother Gil] 45 was the number we agreed upon The deed was done, see you at the Fleeting Song Thought I told you, come alone, or you won't come home Now you got a steaming hole in your dome See, cause the cash was short, it's your a** I caught I made sure to hack your account, as last resort Since you're dead, you don't need all this bread, it's all mine I left 30 credits behind, reminder for the next time