Omert� (The Finale)

Lyrics

[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 omert� 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 omert� 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