Russo’s on the Bay ILL BILL & STU BANGAS (Ft. Vinnie Paz)
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[Intro: Vinnie Paz]
Yeah! Yo BILL what up salute?
Ferrigno salute?
Aight look, yeah!
[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
See, he ducking, I ain't even have to show him the three
When them shots fly, he ain't even know it was me
How you got chained, stupid, you supposed 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 dangle from the rosary beads
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 till he emulsified
It's the Church of Satan, it's the final invitation
Everybody dying, 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 w/ 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-nickel 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-nickel shining so vibrantly
Yeah! Yo BILL what up salute?
Ferrigno salute?
Aight look, yeah!
[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
See, he ducking, I ain't even have to show him the three
When them shots fly, he ain't even know it was me
How you got chained, stupid, you supposed 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 dangle from the rosary beads
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 till he emulsified
It's the Church of Satan, it's the final invitation
Everybody dying, 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 w/ 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-nickel 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-nickel shining so vibrantly
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