One of the major raps on Castellano (and one of the reasons for his demise) was that he never met with subordinates in a friendly way, in the street. He was a near-recluse who summoned (very few) of them to his palace in Staten Island.
Ntra la porta tua lu sangu � sparsu, E nun me mporta si ce muoru accisu... E s'iddu muoru e vaju mparadisu Si nun ce truovo a ttia, mancu ce trasu.
