Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tony's Killers, artist - Ill Bill. Date of issue: 12.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Tony's Killers |
| Cause Charlie M was like my gusto model |
| We use your mom for drug funds up in your father’s Tahoe |
| Trashing your condo, dip out, taking your bitch to |
| Romantic walks under the Verrazzano |
| Heavy ammunition, the MAC-11 with the custom nozzle |
| My persona, baby laser beam with the ugly color |
| Enters whoever follows |
| Hollow-tips, watch them dissolve yo |
| Back when Howie dropped a package off the Viper roof |
| Rag Jordans, Scorpio fatigues, vests and sniper shoes |
| We some righteous dudes |
| Frozen bills, |
| Owning pistols, my shooter’s long hands, like Tony’s killers |
| A posse pull up on PK Rippers |
| My BK hitters stay lifted off three jars and the citrus |
| Up in place, chicken palm straight out of |
| Supreme filled with coke |
| With zero interest |
| I pulled a knife on the connect |
| Duffel bag, three rifles and a vest |
| Ready to die like disciples of Koresh |
| Young Gandolfini, head goon, Tacchini sweatsuit |
| We be ready to shoot |
| Hit 'em in the head and we scoot |
| Di Fara’s for lunch |
| Dead bodies sticking up the trunk |
| bag with two millions sitting up in front |
| North Carolina have two horses in my backyard |
| Only Hebrew for two hundred miles |
| The grim reaper look like whoever holding the shotgun |
| Dead bodies everywhere, jet before the cops come |
| Killers drive by cold, like the good humor man |
| But fuck an ice-cream cone |
| They shoot out your medulla man |
| Salute to firearms and Mercedes cars |
| Motherfuck the ops and my baby moss |
| Killers never doze off |
| Graze you with the shotty, blow your nose off |
| Razors in the party, take your Rollie off |