Omerta Music

[Hook x8]
Where do gangstas go when they die
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly

[Verse 1]
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, ill enough to set the Matrix on fire
I'm a shadow, ill 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]

[Verse 2 - Almighty U-Sorcerer]
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 x8]
Where do gangstas go when they die
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly