Letras
Six shell casings were on the pavement of East 46th Street
right next to the body of Paul Castellano Sr
the top mafiosi in the United States
the heir to the Gambino family
They were shot numerous times with automatic weapons
They were hit in the head and in the body
There were witnesses but not many
They told police of an apparently well-trained and heavily armed hit squad
From where the cash rules
Sell you stamps and pampers and fast food
Every rap crew where im from wanna give me bad news
More than the music get attacked for a rap influence
Get pressed and slid over paper like a glue stick
You got it then use it
For profit they plottin' to do it
You know my body
They be oppie watchin' the movement
Now a famous man made my name a brand
Livin' that fast life moments
Slip through the grip like a grain of sand
Hustle yeah for a custom pair
With the oodle or noodle pack
I cook a hook up in the Tupperware
Even though the streets they keep you attentive
All of your drug stories won't help you reach the peak of your sentence
Forever sinful
Window tint in whatever Benzo
Start slow but the glow is just like the belly intro
Niggas couldn't walk a mile in my Wallabies
And that's word on my life like an autobiography
Longevity deadly the mobb pedigree
It's royale the predecessor
Step to the don pesci get dealt with like John Kennedy
I know you heard of the code of omertà
We the new dons true mob code of ethics
Specialized in silence and violence
I won't go on further
But your body is on the list
My pen is murder
You front the bread and my men'll serve ya
It's mafia on the hit
Get hit like Castellano
For snitching like Donnie Brasco
The Capo di tutti i capi
Costello and Luciano
Royale and Jevi
Pesci like Gotti