| A succession of Mafia defectives have put Gotti
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| And his fellow Mafia bosses in jail for life
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| Omerta the vow of silence under pain of death
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| Is no longer sacred
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| Let off the pistol chrome at any Joe
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| Pistone confessed to an Episcopal bishop
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| How my biscuit clip domes
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| The biggest mob figures and gunslingers together
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| In the same room for a ritual my trigger finger’s severed
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| As this card burns may my soul burn in hell forever
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| If I betray the oath of Omerta
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| Don’t push a button man’s button
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| Ill bloody up anyone that butt in and stab your mans gut in
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| Blood in blood out
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| Rammed up the butt end
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| For your moronic plea coppin
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| Cause they caught you with electronic eavesdropping
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| Now something demonic screaming please stop em
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| Stop the meat cleaver chop em
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| Canned
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| That’s our society’s secret keep em quiet option
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| The boss will sanction a shanking, then you’ll thank em
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| For the privilege of being ranked as the pillager of anxious action
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| My counsel varies
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| Concealed pencil like utensil in your frontal lobe mental
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| Thank you consigliere
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| We’ll murder anybody any time any place
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| At the snap of a finger pop you in the face
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| Issue contracts to kill people never say us
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| Sentence you to motherfucken death if you betray us
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| Peace to all the gangsters doing time in Marion
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| Rikers, Leavenworth, Folsom, Attica we’ll carry on tradition
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| The most powerful
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| Godfathers in America
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| GRap and Necro
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| You cowards fold
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| Balls get slit on a fraudulent bitch
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| Holdin a dish
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| Rope all on this wrist
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| Fist all on the fifth
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| Paint the wall with your shit
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| No luck fuck
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| Boy you non McCoy
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| Un-official
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| I squeeze hard on the pistol
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| Make your arteries sizzle
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| Get laid down put the tre pound Guard on your whistle
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| To you sodomy tickle
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| Your shit all hard and your nipples
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| Make you sleep longer than Van Winkle
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| Fuck stomach cuts
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| I hope your stomach, guts and my hands mingle
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| Tuck chromey in a tuxedo
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| Tuss a lonley
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| And fuck any tough Tony
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| Plus his homies
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| Fucked up hobby clown
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| You Bobby Brown’s Tender Roni
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| Leave ya mom’s head in your bed
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| We don’t touch ponies
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| Valors we’re vowless
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| Leave niggas forty caliber styled in
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| Foul as Afghan Taliban wildman
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| Screw on silencers and eat salad
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| Over the violence
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| Commission vocal splittin your throat
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| Niggas is prowlin
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| We’ll murder anybody any time any place
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| At the snap of a finger pop you in the face
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| Issue contracts to kill people never say us
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| Sentence you to motherfucken death if you betray us
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| Peace to all the gangsters doing time in Marion
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| Rikers, Leavenworth, Folsom, Attica we’ll carry on tradition
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| The most powerful
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| Godfathers in America
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| GRap and Necro
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| You cowards fold
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| Just When I thought I was out
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| They pulled me back in |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Omertà , by - Necro. Song from the album Once Upon a Crime, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп