
Coka Moshiach ILL BILL (Ft. Raekwon)
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[Intro: Raekwon]
Yeah, sniff your brains out all my Al Capone, Al Pacino nigga's
For real nigga
Sniff your brains out all my Al Capone, Al Pacino nigga's
For them gangsters
Sniff your brains out all my Al Capone, Al Pacino nigga's
Yeah, let's get it, Yo, hey yo Bill represent nigga what up, what up
[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
An eight ball of coke will make Sara Smile like Hall & Oates
Line it up, spread it on the table like Torah scrolls, homie
But if you Len Bias, you're a goner
Now put the money in the bag before me and Rae pull an Osama
Square biz, no plots or schemes boy
Hit you with 50 shots like them cops from Queens
You're on a cross with a crown that bleeds
Resurrect you with a speed bump and trumpets that sound like screams
Shoot the bitch in the trunk of the Buick for foolishness
Killed for losing bricks, this is Only Built For Cuban Linx
Lord know I got mouths to feed
So my heart is ice cold to anybody outside my team
Fuck you, pay me a million dollars, matter of fact, make it a billion
Fuck a condo, I'm taking the building
Posted like the Freeway Ricky Ross in the Porsche
And hosted by Manowar's Ross the Boss at L'Amour
Yeah, sniff your brains out all my Al Capone, Al Pacino nigga's
For real nigga
Sniff your brains out all my Al Capone, Al Pacino nigga's
For them gangsters
Sniff your brains out all my Al Capone, Al Pacino nigga's
Yeah, let's get it, Yo, hey yo Bill represent nigga what up, what up
[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
An eight ball of coke will make Sara Smile like Hall & Oates
Line it up, spread it on the table like Torah scrolls, homie
But if you Len Bias, you're a goner
Now put the money in the bag before me and Rae pull an Osama
Square biz, no plots or schemes boy
Hit you with 50 shots like them cops from Queens
You're on a cross with a crown that bleeds
Resurrect you with a speed bump and trumpets that sound like screams
Shoot the bitch in the trunk of the Buick for foolishness
Killed for losing bricks, this is Only Built For Cuban Linx
Lord know I got mouths to feed
So my heart is ice cold to anybody outside my team
Fuck you, pay me a million dollars, matter of fact, make it a billion
Fuck a condo, I'm taking the building
Posted like the Freeway Ricky Ross in the Porsche
And hosted by Manowar's Ross the Boss at L'Amour
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