Omerta Music

[Hook]

Where do gangstas go when they die

They don't go to heaven where the angels fly

Where do gangstas go when they die

They don't go to heaven where the angels fly

Where do gangstas go when they die

They don't go to heaven where the angels fly

Where do gangstas go when they die

They don't go to heaven where the angels fly

Where do gangstas go when they die

They don't go to heaven where the angels fly

Where do gangstas go when they die

They don't go to heaven where the angels fly

Where do gangstas go when they die

They don't go to heaven where the angels fly

Where do gangstas go when they die

They don't go to heaven where the angels fly

[Verse 1: gamemast15r]

I'm like the Phoenix, I rise from the Lake of Fire

I'm born from the deadly pits of hate and desire

Any charge against me? Fuck 'em, the state is a liar

A rogue virus, I'll enough to set the Matrix on fire

I'm a shadow, I'll enough to shoot you in public

Then disappear next door, no witnesses, cocksucker; so suck it

Call me Kane Söze, shadows strangle stragglers with cordless phones

Mafia hitman, gimme the order to break into supporter's homes

Look into your eyes, while the saint burns in your hand

Never turn on your friends, if you snitch you're not a man

Selling contraband, and any stock you got in hand

I sell the Glock to bands of prostitutes in the can

So they don't have to suck the cock of a cop on the stand

Fuck life, get high and hotbox on the lam

I'll send you to the Gravesend just to make ends

When life gives you one dollar, then make ten

[Hook]

Where do gangstas go when they die

They don't go to heaven where the angels fly

Where do gangstas go when they die

They don't go to heaven where the angels fly

Where do gangstas go when they die

They don't go to heaven where the angels fly

Where do gangstas go when they die

They don't go to heaven where the angels fly

Where do gangstas go when they die

They don't go to heaven where the angels fly

Where do gangstas go when they die

They don't go to heaven where the angels fly

Where do gangstas go when they die

They don't go to heaven where the angels fly

Where do gangstas go when they die

They don't go to heaven where the angels fly

[Verse 2: JC Assassin]

Flow contagious, got you wondering why I'm outrageous

Another notification from the association

Telling me we 'bout to hit a lick, new trap house

Told me he already got the whole thing planned out

Hop out the Ferrari and jumped in the hood Toyota

Ran up in the spot and finessed the baking soda

Finessing Coca-Cola, yeah, we cold like Minnesota

Until we go outside and see the hood Rocky Balboa

Like Deebo with a fade, bout 50 on his wristband

"What you think you doing hitting my lick, man?"

He just got off of that stolen bicycle with the kickstand

Timbaland's on him were the color of quicksand

He pulled the pistol out his sweatpants

Shot me in the Supreme headband

So I know for a fact heaven ain't the category

I'm still writing my diary in the purgatory

[Hook]

Where do gangstas go when they die

They don't go to heaven where the angels fly

Where do gangstas go when they die

They don't go to heaven where the angels fly

Where do gangstas go when they die

They don't go to heaven where the angels fly

Where do gangstas go when they die

They don't go to heaven where the angels fly

Where do gangstas go when they die

They don't go to heaven where the angels fly

Where do gangstas go when they die

They don't go to heaven where the angels fly

Where do gangstas go when they die

They don't go to heaven where the angels fly

Where do gangstas go when they die

They don't go to heaven where the angels fly