[Verse 1: Everlast]
I deal out physical justice and actual facts
I keep my steelo hidden like a junkie's tracks
But if I roll up my sleeves, you wouldn't believe
The depth of the deviance that I can conceive
I overachieve, I'm underrated, I've got you under pressure
I'm over medicated
The b***rs wanna b*** it, the haters wanna hate it
Got on stage at your show and I defecated
Every rhyme I spit is the ultimate
Truth from the pulpit, let's cut the bullshit
It's f****** c**a taking over
The wrath of Jehova's like a supernova
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
I pull out my sword and I cut you down
The wrath of the Lord's what I'm bringing 'round
Pay heed, take warning when you hear the sound.
I represent what it means to be true to the game
(I wish light woulda holla to do to your brain?)
They call me Mr. White, ain't a more suitable name
La c**a Nostra, it's a beautiful thing.
[Verse 2: Ill Bill]
My competition's presentation is so d*** weak
I'm all knowing with AK's like Mozambique
So gangster when I creep up
Pull a trigger, Eagle buck, we don't give a f***
Even Jesus is leaking blood
From a distance you might wonder what he's seizuring from
But on closer inspection you see it's the heat from the gun
That's making his body rise, homicide, I'm a ride
Like the Cyclone at Coney Island when it's drama time
Ill Bill, I'm a product of the projects, my conduct: Complex
I like hot s**** that suck my d***
I'm multi-faceted, a real deep individual
Limited to new p****, new cars and new pistols too
This is who I am, you wonder how I kill a man
Millions of fans relate to La c**a Nostra
We stand for honour amongst hustlers, pimps, and thieves
A federation of terror in at war with the beast
I represent what it means to be true to the game
(I wish light woulda holla to do to your brain?)
It's Billy Crystal, ain't a more suitable name
La c**a Nostra, it's a beautiful thing.
[Verse 3: Slaine] (Verse almost impossible to understand)
They call me f****** Johnny Hustle with this knuckle
Puffin' gnarly with the m***le
Mumble, saying nothing
Everybody hottie, snotty-nosed hoes
Totally out of her skull so
My Timbos, powder white, outta sight
Knuckle brashed as a baby
I don't even gotta fight
My teams high, we blast for funds
The whole world revolves around cash and guns
DMS villains, the c**e and the 'dro smoker
And poke holes in your whole soldier
From the brokenest cold sofa
To dough and MO's with chauffeurs
You should know already now cause I told most of ya's
We bullshit with micks, kykes, cooks, and spics
It's a cold world with ruthlessness
So let the lies lay six deep, the truth is this.
I represent what it means to be true to the game
(I wish light woulda holla to do to your brain?)
They call me Slaine, ain't a more suitable name
La c**a Nostra, it's a beautiful thing.
I deal out physical justice and actual facts
I keep my steelo hidden like a junkie's tracks
But if I roll up my sleeves, you wouldn't believe
The depth of the deviance that I can conceive
I overachieve, I'm underrated, I've got you under pressure
I'm over medicated
The b***rs wanna b*** it, the haters wanna hate it
Got on stage at your show and I defecated
Every rhyme I spit is the ultimate
Truth from the pulpit, let's cut the bullshit
It's f****** c**a taking over
The wrath of Jehova's like a supernova
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
I pull out my sword and I cut you down
The wrath of the Lord's what I'm bringing 'round
Pay heed, take warning when you hear the sound.
I represent what it means to be true to the game
(I wish light woulda holla to do to your brain?)
They call me Mr. White, ain't a more suitable name
La c**a Nostra, it's a beautiful thing.
[Verse 2: Ill Bill]
My competition's presentation is so d*** weak
I'm all knowing with AK's like Mozambique
So gangster when I creep up
Pull a trigger, Eagle buck, we don't give a f***
Even Jesus is leaking blood
From a distance you might wonder what he's seizuring from
But on closer inspection you see it's the heat from the gun
That's making his body rise, homicide, I'm a ride
Like the Cyclone at Coney Island when it's drama time
Ill Bill, I'm a product of the projects, my conduct: Complex
I like hot s**** that suck my d***
I'm multi-faceted, a real deep individual
Limited to new p****, new cars and new pistols too
This is who I am, you wonder how I kill a man
Millions of fans relate to La c**a Nostra
We stand for honour amongst hustlers, pimps, and thieves
A federation of terror in at war with the beast
I represent what it means to be true to the game
(I wish light woulda holla to do to your brain?)
It's Billy Crystal, ain't a more suitable name
La c**a Nostra, it's a beautiful thing.
[Verse 3: Slaine] (Verse almost impossible to understand)
They call me f****** Johnny Hustle with this knuckle
Puffin' gnarly with the m***le
Mumble, saying nothing
Everybody hottie, snotty-nosed hoes
Totally out of her skull so
My Timbos, powder white, outta sight
Knuckle brashed as a baby
I don't even gotta fight
My teams high, we blast for funds
The whole world revolves around cash and guns
DMS villains, the c**e and the 'dro smoker
And poke holes in your whole soldier
From the brokenest cold sofa
To dough and MO's with chauffeurs
You should know already now cause I told most of ya's
We bullshit with micks, kykes, cooks, and spics
It's a cold world with ruthlessness
So let the lies lay six deep, the truth is this.
I represent what it means to be true to the game
(I wish light woulda holla to do to your brain?)
They call me Slaine, ain't a more suitable name
La c**a Nostra, it's a beautiful thing.