Four Fifth

The code of Omerta, silence would descend like a curtain on the murders

There was Carmine Galante, known as The Cigar

Laying sprawled in the backyard of Joe and Mary's restaurant

In the Bushwick section of Brooklyn

The Cigar clenched in his teeth and I shot out a grotesque

Idol to those who worship the violence, power and corruption of organized crime

Yo, on deck like a sore fist, torture with the four-fiveth

Jordan on the court quick or rewatch the score flip

Blood sport tournament, strip them like a porn flick

Lyrical morticians sending corpses to the morgue stiff

Guns, God, horoscopes, Taurus or the Scorpions

Went from selling quarters on the corner, now it's corporate

Used to call us poor kids cause we wasn't born rich

Now I pay a mortgage, married to a gorgeous chick

Fortunate I still exist, flipping through the Forbes list

Been through wars, imprisonment, different forms of incidents

Still performing villainous, quiet storms like infamous

Snitch informants getting hit, unfortunate was little kids

Victims of these building bricks, life is short and still a bitch

Pops was just an immigrant, taught us more than business shit

How to whip the Porsche's, Air forces getting militant

Ignorance is bliss, insubordinates get tortured quick

I've been wild since a little kid

I keep the hammer close, that's just what it is

You never know when they start to trip

I'm trying to chill, but I hit them with the full fifth

I've been wild since a little kid

I keep the hammer close, that's just what it is

You never know when they start to trip

I'm trying to chill, but I hit them with the full fifth

I see you rocking on the other side

You need to come up, not gonna let the shit slide

You're so high, can't feel my face done

I've been a killer, dealing with the Grammy one

Still falling rude since nine-one

Never leave the crib without my two guns

The streets is hot, it's getting hectic

Little niggas with no money, they looking desperate