Waiting in shadows and corners
Thieving from lechers and scorners
Stereos, bitches and beaters
Full on with 1.8 litres
Breaking, entering and fighting
Pay-offs and drop-offs, no writing
Including lawyers, bent coppers
Pop guns loaded with no stoppers
Rory's firm, the tightest around
Leave on the next ship, don't make a sound
Runs the joint, block and the world
His guys do the running, leave your toes curled
Buying and selling and lifting
Searching their jackets and sifting
Cameos, urchins for looting
Jets for hire, just for the shooting
Rory's firm, the tightest around
Leave on the next ship, don't make a sound
His credentials are there, look at his CV
Take my word, man, and do just believe me