"Walnuts" Paul, Tony's old friend,
And Jew Bugsy "Big Nose".
Dread; they couldn't go on with their mob wreckin' ways.
Shot a cop and his spouse,
Went and kicked it to the west coast.
Now they live them the "shake down" routine in L.A.

Now they bleed those who worry, pay fee to be alright,
Or they'll stunt them to hell, be a crime scene at home.
They don't care you can't pay anymore, it's their wise life,
Those in dread for their own life, bad to the bone.

Don't get in bed with bad boy coffers, take their check per-chance.
(Don't get in bed - it's bad to)
If get in bed may be a victim of jerk and dance.
(Don't get in bed)
If it goes wrong, you're dead and gone,
Witnesses soon go blind.
Say what? - say what crime?

They will jell you, and you'll sleep alone; Pre-arranged place,
No one smells you, you're down deep with fishes of shell.
Best be sooner than "later" just keep to your own space,
Heavy way, bullets spray, you wake up you're in hell.

Pay the heed, what's your hurry for be in the spot light?
They're quite blunt, you can tell be it crime they are prone.
It's their scare make you pay ever more, just their wise life,
Shot in head - stuck with sharp knife - or break all your bones.

You're ever dead, your bad, if off there'd be I'd reckon chance.
(You're ever dead - that's bad too)
You're ever dead the court's dictum was circumstance.
You'll still be gone - judge goes along.
And he won't seek no time,
Least not for that crime.

They don't scare, they can't play anymore, they both got life,
One owed bread to an ex-wife. and leaked what she'd known.

(Blame it on themselves, they got life.)
(Blame it on themselves, they got life.)
(Blame it on themselves, they got life.)
(Blame it on themselves, they got life.)