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letra de russo's on the bay - ill bill

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[verse 1: vinnie paz]
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 -ssholes like it’s cold in the d
it’s a million philly k!llers, 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 n-body f-cking with me
everybody know the time
motherf-ckers didn’t get the picture like a photobomb
the driveway full of aston martins like a motorcon
aim the yappa let these b-tches 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

[chorus: ill bill & beatnuts sample]
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

[verse 2: ill bill]
k!llers with phil donahue eyes
i k!ll the mob of you guys
f-ck 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 f-ck 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

[chorus: ill bill & beatnuts sample]
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

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