'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 fuckin' eyeballs out - Capiche?
Nice work kid, but the shit's hit the fuckin' fan!
The cops are crawling up my ass and the flaslight's lookin' for ya!
I booked you a flight to San Andreas.'