[technically, this is a whole new track, not just a remix; the short 2000 version has the same lyrics]
[but is slightly differently mixed and lacks verses by Everlast and then ex-LOB members Scotty Edge  ]
[and Paulie 2Times; the lyrics structure here represents the 1997 extended remix on the promo 12"    ]

transcribed by mihau with help from 5C51 and AKA NOTORIOUS
Scotty Edge, Paulie Nugent and Tro Severe contributed their own verses, so special thanks go to them



[O.C.]
Vietnam, L.O.B., Crooklyn, my brethren on the other side
Pay respect, give a call, let 'em know, you steppin' on their turf
So no misunderstanding come amongst us, demonize, Comission(er) made the rule
Who should live or die, and if I, violate the code I just might
Get found on a desolate road, but that just happens to a sneak peek
Me? I'm the chief of my conglomerate, five deadly venoms, I promised it
Measure man power, make the Earth rain, half snow and quake-like
Bombs blowin' up in Kuweit, and if a cat'll pull a seize team and
Fuck up my Benz? I'll ask a favor of the Lordz, and send 'em out to slay wrists
Lakes of fire

[Scotty Edge]
I said I'm talking ragtimes, crimes, dishonor mung thieves
Deez, pickpockets, n' sleeves, lift n' dip n' get grease'd
Der coppin please, the freeze, like rain in the breeze
Da Ded Rabbid pug ugly, Scotty stash on the squeeze
Got you on the homebase, pushin' daisies in shea
Better watch what you say, cause droppin' Dimes don't pay
In a ten cent city, yo, the Lordz don't play
It's the Edge, the O.C., the Everlast and the Kaves

[AdMoney]
Ain't nothing changed since the feds came
Still got me run the fuckin' numbers on the same gang
It's all game, we ain't playin', this is mob life
What you think it was, 'cause it's too late to do the mathematics
On hottest, went downtown, to pay off the undercover cop
Made it hot on my block, take the calls from the rooftop
I heard the 'vestigations, seen the blue van with the men
Now I'm in deep shit, for talkin' to this wrong man
It's on, mad war on the underground, busted and charged
Back to square one to organize my shit, just my family
Outside is a (blood?) bath, bodies being thrown out the car
If they start with this mafia shit, word, these rats
Yo, they placin' their last bet, on the horse that lost
That nobody's winning of costs (echoes)

[hook]
[Kaves]
Where do gangstas go when they die?
[Everlast]
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly.

[Tro Severe]
Death threats
Just more niggas talkin'
Break 'em down like fraction
Figures for trying to fuck with this nigga
Tro Severe, multimillionaire
Escaped from these Brooklyn streets
Started outta state in '93
When shit was mad sweet
Yo a nigga was livin' lovely
Poppin' mad bubbly
But the skin color still keeps a nigga in trouble
See, feds tried to rub me in a wrong way
'Cause I'm makin' money in a strong way
I'm lockin' down the PJs

[Kaves]
Is it a mobster heaven, where all your will is Seven (deadly sins?)
Smoke Cuban cigars and drive expensive cars
Or a mobster hell, you can't trust your clientele
You get shot in the back and you're found in your Cadillac
Sinatra never had to say shit
You know a man's connected from his head to his dick
Al Capone was Brooklyn born and raised
Tradition carries on and the bullets still blaze
Hopes to stay rich, where these slugs do clipse
Where these thugs get hit
Kodaks go "click" and bitches turn snitch
Yo the feds close in, they take the last of our kind
It's in our bloodline, kingpin mastermind
What's yours is yours, but I'll take what's mine
It's all about organized fucking crime

[Lord Finesse]
How can you survive when the world's so cruel
When you, learn the game, niggas change the rules
Gotta, keep cool, get down and make moves
Drop jewels, show and prove, no doubt

[Everlast]
You clock me, you watch me, like Joanie loves Choche
You play my funny style, you gettin' smoked like Versace
They say gangstas make the world go 'round
But my type sinnin', will keep the world from spinnin'
So tell me why you smilin', yo, what's up with that grin
You fakin' crazy like Ginger Ganty, we uppin' the anty
We raisin' the stakes, we tryin' to catch these brakes
While we go, statues got gangstas flippin' like loots
So regulate your troops, if you're a true general
Or end up in the grave, just ask my man Sal

[hook: Kaves and Everlast]

[Paulie 2Times]
For example, the Senator's kid Mario got deaded in broad daylight
Three cats crept up on him tight
Recognized his mug from the beef they had last night
Crowded avenue, people shuffelin' through
Mario didn't know the kid's father was the head of the crew
He ran up, said "what?" and cold bucked!
Pass the gat to his man, and now Jake sweat Jim down
About a body they found inside the garbage truck
What!

[hook: Kaves and Everlast, x3]