From fast cars to huge cigars--just to read the scars
of a dying man, turned gambler and gangster
with a knack for scoring good--through the bad moves
lucky pulls, quick draws for that clause written in
invisible ink for undercover pimps, sniffing minks
even if the air stinks, there's a sweet aroma lurking close
as the briefcase opens up, rubber bands with hefty *snaps*
it could be a trap, but the risk is worth
the bullet you might take, if your hands start to shake
don't sweat an ocean when you're dealing with Peruvians
the Jamaicans believe in machete executions, while
the Italians keep shovels handy
okay, it's dandy, throw me the keys to Benz
half is what is owed, the rest is for you to spend
keep that jade look out of your pupils and you'll stay alive
for the sequel and following episodes
remember not to lie, yet never tell the truth
the proof is in the vest, the snub nose by the ankle
a few snipers on the payroll for back-up purposes
and if you know the code words, you get to keep your appendages
every dealer is a professional spy, make-shift snitch
with hopes of a promotion
pre-made car explosions
ice pick throat slits for kicks
a little blood on your hands
will definitely keeps your intact
Remember that!