Russo’s On The Bay - Ill Bill, Stu Bangas, 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 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