[ IP ] You do what you got ta do

We walked in out of the rain with our tommyguns in hand. Jacob's limp wet cigarette still hung in his lips. `` Welcome'' it said on the floor, but it should have read `` abandon hope all ye who enter here,'' or however that old poetic shit goes. Da Boss sent us down here to collect, cause these orientals was late on their payment. We did n't know that the Martini gang had moved in on our turf. We was walking into a trap that they did n't know they were about to spring. 
 
 The look of surprise on Jimmy the Nose when we walked in the door was enough to know that they was n't expecting us. Jacob saw it too, and before I knew what was what, the bullets were flying. The poor old oriental lady that was sittin' at the counter got taken out pretty quick. Bad news when the mark you're supposed to `` protectin'' gets whacked first thing. There would be no walking away from this one, da boss was gon na be pissed. Jimmy shot back, but his little pistol was n't a match for what me and Jacob were packing. Jimmy's Nose knows no more. Timmy tree lips died right then too, he did n't even manage to get his gun out. ( They called him tree lips on account of the fact that he split his lip open so bad falling out of a tree as a kid to looked like he had two separate bottom lips, so tree in total. ) Those two oafs that went down out front was n't the only two though. Jacob was just startin to swear about our bum luck when another goon I ai n't never seen before busted out from the back and started shootin with his own tommygun. I jumped for cover, but Jacob, he just stood there and shot back. Jacob and that other guy, they both went down. Jacob died then and there with his limp wet cigarette still in his lips. I did n't get a chance to even make sure his eyes was closed before another tree of them big oafs from the Martini gang came out from the back. I think I got two of them before I made it out the front door. 
 
 I ran a good two or tree blocks before I even knew that I'd been shot. I laid down here in this gutter in the rain, I was tired. The world's getting a little grayer and grayer as I sit here. I think I'm gon na run outta blood soon. Tell my ma I'm sorry, but the family will take her. `` You do what you got ta do, kid'' was the last thing my pops tol' me before he died. I'd asked him who was gon na take care of ma, apparently he meant me.
