"Russo's On The Bay" lyrics
ILL BILL & Stu Bangas Lyrics
(feat. Vinnie Paz)
Yeah! Yo BILL what up salute?
Ferrigno salute?
Aight look, yeah!
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
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
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 Robbins
Spumoni Gardens to Coney Island homie
We keep the chromie poppin'
Rocking a fourteenth-century death mask and
Cazal goggles and Fendi headbands
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 sport
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 a date rape out of Columbine
Raiders of the lost, cocaine Satan mask
Vapors of the frost cold with us 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-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
Ferrigno salute?
Aight look, yeah!
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
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
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 Robbins
Spumoni Gardens to Coney Island homie
We keep the chromie poppin'
Rocking a fourteenth-century death mask and
Cazal goggles and Fendi headbands
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 sport
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 a date rape out of Columbine
Raiders of the lost, cocaine Satan mask
Vapors of the frost cold with us 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-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
