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