Don Corleone - Chris Webby, Vincent Pastore

Kids today, ain’t got no respect for this thing of ours

Bunch of fucking jackals out on the streets now

And let me tell you somethin'

They ain’t got no idea what it’s like to be the boss

The honour and brotherhood of La Cosa Nostra

You’ll see, to all these motherfuckers:

Better pay me that respect call me Don Vito

Corleone patriarch icecold steelo

Knock it out the park like the great Bambino

Bringing in the bread like I had never heard of ketos

So you better check your ego you ain’t no Pacino

Fuck around and end up just like Pesci in Casino

Never worried when I see an enemy like Nemo

Even my marine biology bars are primo

I got roots in Avellino shoutout to my Papi

Italian royalty blood running through my body

Study in Gigante, some Gotti, Tommy Karate

Albert Anastasia, murder’s a fucking hobby

I serve 'em up with salami and clams on a linguine

Boss of the family, James Gandolfini

And everybody eating 'round me never greedy

So salute me when you motherfucking see me

Running shit so easy Webby got the game plan

How to make a buck up in the mu’fucking wasteland

Started from the bottom but trust me I’m still the same fam

Only difference now- I’m a mo’fucking made man

Better pay me that respect Don Corleone

Built an empire and I did it on my own

I ain’t worried 'bout they shit, my shits known

Feet up on the throne and I made it my home

So pay me that respect Don Corleone

Only talking bullshit you can hear it in my tone

I ain’t worried 'bout they shit my shits known

Feet up on the throne Don Corleone

(ay) Eating prosciutto in a three piece suit

With capos all across the state those my CT troops

Get that product that we peddle when I leave the booth

And then we push it on the streets now my CD’s looped

All across the damn map with my grip on the throttle

Anybody with the crown’s getting Paul Castellano’d

I’m Joseph Bonnano, don’t fuck with Sammy Gravanos

Drinking Montepulciano by the fucking bottle

With a stogie OG, gravy on my gnocchi

Keep my mouth shut yeah my biz' stay lowkey

All the snakes 'round got me feelin' like Mowgli

Keep my friends close watching foes more closely

Only son of Joney, young Corleone

Get that Genco olive oil imported from back home

My accounts all grown and got caught up all my taxes

So the feds don’t try to do me like Capone

Sitting up on the throne so haters get to betting

How long that I’ma be up here while I just keep progressing

And every day’s a blessing from this fucking very second

Until they asking favours at my daughter’s wedding

Better pay me that respect, Don Corleone

Built an empire and I did it on my own

I ain’t worried 'bout they shit my shits known

Feet up on the throne and I made it my home

So pay me that respect Don Corleone

Only talking bullshit you can hear it in my tone

I ain’t worried 'bout they shit, my shits known

Feet up on the throne, Don Corleone

This is gonna be La Cosa Nostra 'til I die

Do you understand?

Be it an hour from now, be it tonight or be it a hundred

years from now and any friend of ours knows it’s gonna be the way I say it’s

gonna be and betrayal will not be tolerated not now not never.

La Cosa Nostra