[Intro]
Huh
On god
All my life nigga
All my life
No matter what happened
No matter where it happened
No matter when it happened
They always said man "If anybody ask you you gon tell 'em like nothing"
My momma always told me "Baby, what go on in this house stay in this house
Somebody ask you what's going on you gon' tell em nothing
If them people catch us right now in the car just shut up, don't say nothing"
[Verse]
I can't turn my back on my brother
I been a stand-up motherfucker
I don't know crody, I can't trust him
He might turn out to be a sammy
They break omertà kill his family
This the mob, bitch we a family
I'm Gotti in the courtroom
I'm Marlo in a war room
My body full of war wounds
I can't go out like Maybach did
How you got a name like that and you don't know what a Maybach is?
ZB died for what he did
You supposed to fry, you break the code
Product of a dope hole, just want to get this dope sold
I don't wanna be a rapper, I don't want a hit song
Trying to make 200 thousand dollars on this flip phone
If rap don't work I know I could get a brick gone
Promise me you're silent, bitch I'm not the one to switch on
Mama gave me up to the streets, I felt disowned
I could charge 'em thirty-five a piece, nigga, for each zone
Don't talk long on the phone, cover your mouth whenever you speaking
They bailed him out the precinct, we gon' kill him when we see him
Close your eyes just relax, take this ride we'll be back
I'm paranoid in the car, don't want nobody behind my back
Them niggas shot me in my back, I'm gon' always watch my back
They gave the drop up to the spot, they blitz from the front and the back
I had that fire when you saw me
He was wired when I saw him, it put tears in my face
It's supposed to be us against the state
Fear of having a hundred years, I could have a hundred years
As long as we both stood tall I won't never shed no fucking tear
I wish my niggas was still here
It ain't no nigga that I fear
I won't break, bend, or fold, I'm omertà I know the code
My mama say that I'm my daddy son
I can't beat 'em I grab my gun
I'm not the one that go for none
I load the Drac', go on a run
Took a charge for my brother, I spun the yard for my brother
I jump out them cars and up that fucking rod for my brother
I'm a stand-up nigga, I ain't never been a sucker
He broke the code with his guys, they killed him in front of his mother
[Outro: Excerpt from "Gotti (1996)"]
Fuckin' Sammy
It's makin' me sick
It's makin' me physically sick
I love that guy
And what am I gonna do?
I'm gonna whack him?
I tell him a million times
"Will you slow it down? You don't have to wind up with every god damn dime on the plate. Spread some cheer.''
What the fuck am I talkin' about?
The guy whacked out Louie Malito
Louie Di Bono, Mickey De Batt and Di B
They're all in business with Sammy
They're in business with the guy
And Di B
What the fuck did we do, Frankie?
I mean, the guy was a gentleman
Who clipped him?
Who did the work?
Who did the work?
Fuck it
Fuck it
