'We are building a crime syndicate of extra-ordinary magnitude.
We extort money in the tradition of our ancestors. You honour
our family. You have our gratitude'
I gotta warning for you from Bald Man Sonetti;
Cross him again,
I'll stick a gun up your ass,
And blow yor f*ckin' eyeballs out - Capiche?
Nice work kid, but the shit's hit the f*ckin' fan!
The cops are crawling up my ass and the flaslight's lookin' for
I booked you a flight to San Andreas.'