Death's man files his barrel as he marks each waste.
Mob creed: if you sing, sh!t hits the fan.
Death's man says, "Be sorry if not tight your face;
The mob creed says, silence and you'll be a made man."

CHORUS:
No can speak: Omerta life ain't long--naw.
Blah, blah and life isn't long.
No can speak: Omerta life ain't long--naw.
Blah, blah and life isn't long.

Death's man goes with Soly to the jeweler's store,
Says he wants that 20-carat ring.
Says, "Talk, you'll be sorry--we'll settle the score!"
The man gives it to him and throws in extra bling.

CHORUS

You'll have trouble and fears if you spill secrets and drone
They will muscle your kids, punish you real hard:
Beat senseless until you moan:
"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!"

Capi have no laughter and they mark your face;
Death man then is killin' those who blab.
Mob creed says, don't drone or you will be erased,
And then they'll feed you to the fishes for your gab.

CHORUS

You'll have trouble and fears if you spill secrets and drone
They will double the vig, punishing real hard
Your family, left on their own.
"Owe, owe, owe, owe, owe, owe!"

Capi have no laughter; they are hard of face.
Death man sent for killin' those who blab.
Death's man says, "Don't drone or you will be erased,
And then we'll feed you to the fishes or the Lab."

CHORUS

If you don't want the gun,
Say, "No can speak. . .blah, naw!"