| See, he duckin' I ain’t even have to show him the three
|
| When them shots loud he ain’t even know it was me
|
| How you got chained stupid, you suppose to be free
|
| I laugh at you assholes like it’s cold in the D
|
| It’s a million Philly killers, most notably me
|
| Put your mob against the wall like a poster of P
|
| What you think inside this big black holster on me?
|
| It’s the crucifix that dangles from the rosary bead
|
| Ain’t nobody fucking with me
|
| Everybody know the time
|
| Motherfuckers didn’t get the picture like a photobomb
|
| The driveway full of Aston Martins like a motorcon
|
| Aim the yappa let these bitches fly 'til he emulsified
|
| It’s the church of Satan, it’s the final invitation
|
| Everybody dyin', this is Final Destination
|
| Me and you can go to war, that’s the price a soldier paid
|
| The knife work cut the clavicle and touched the shoulder blade
|
| Blood everywhere smelling like copper pennies
|
| Get shot in the head
|
| Salute you with a shot of Henny
|
| Creep up on you silently
|
| With the four-nickle shining so vibrantly
|
| Blood everywhere smelling like copper pennies
|
| Get shot in the head
|
| Salute you with a shot of Henny
|
| Creep up on you silently
|
| With the four-nickle shining so vibrantly
|
| Killers with Phil Donahue eyes
|
| I kill the mob of you guys
|
| Fuck the fries, shish kebab you with knives
|
| Everybody got mafia ties
|
| White castles, that’s a Bar Mitzvah appetizer, shotties and nines
|
| Gucci gooses on display, shooters on the way
|
| Russo’s on the bay
|
| Devour pizza buffet
|
| In exclusive day
|
| Banana hands like Tony Robins
|
| Spumoni Gardens to Coney Island homie
|
| We keep the chromie popping
|
| Rocking a fourteen century death mask and
|
| Cazal goggles and Fendi head bands
|
| I talk that Brooklyn-chop-you-up talk
|
| You don’t like it you’s can fuck off
|
| You never had enough sauce for blood sports
|
| Nor the stomach to floss what the drugs brought
|
| Caught a hundred to floss like a drug lord
|
| Swimming pool shaped like a dollar sign and
|
| Choppers that make the Columbine
|
| Raiders of the lost, cocaine satan mask
|
| with the ancient math
|
| Blood everywhere smelling like copper pennies
|
| Get shot in the head
|
| Salute you with a shot of Henny
|
| Creep up on you silently
|
| With the four-nickle shining so vibrantly
|
| Blood everywhere smelling like copper pennies
|
| Get shot in the head
|
| Salute you with a shot of Henny
|
| Creep up on you silently
|
| With the four-nickle shining so vibrantly |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Russo’s On The Bay, artist - Ill Bill. Album song Cannibal Hulk, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп