My syndicate birthed crime saga's
From Mob rats entrapped snitching on Godfather's
On that Sammy the bull shit we unremosefully pulled clips
And backed down witnesses from far distances
Trail's of blood became trials of betrayal in many instances
Executive decisions rather die in a blaze than do 25 to life sitting
Can't break these metal bars, and heavy scars that plaque drug Czar's still living
Reality hits once friend's snitch then heavy time's given
And then their fucking your wife while you bleed and suffer in prison
Fighting to survive slashing punk's, and booty bandits buck fifty facial incisions
Racially segregated divisions in every county
Heads punctured for the right price once they drop the bounty
Killers from cartel's carve you for the cake like Carvel's
From drug runner's to big gunner's life's expired and up for sale
Even Christ can't save you from those crucifixion nails