"SHOOTOUT AT THE CYCLONE" lyrics
Gorilla Twins (ILL BILL & Nems) Lyrics
(feat. Lord Goat)
The victim suffered a punctured lung as the crowd watch and Duke, he was the only person injured in an attack near Coney Island's Boardwalk, about one hour after this brutal beatdown this 27 year old woman was hit in the head with a bottle!
After the bottle was thrown in the air and she was hit with the bottle, like 2 seconds later we heard about 4-5 shots
You heard shots?
Yes right here by the Cyclone and we seen a whole group run towards the Boardwalk
The families lookin' to take in the beautiful weather and fun activities run for cover!
Extra queso, lobotomy, my brain is Liquid Drano
Ran through your mommy's since safe daps and Tuddy's payroll
Another package overnight when the coke is right
Take a life, bangs like Topanga's overbite
Mac? Modexa? war camo store with the Cobra lights
Soviets, Gorilla scopes attached to the Cobra knives
Smooth like a toddler's charm
Put on the sheets like a gentleman
My clientele phony like Madonna's arms
Via-com, Viacom when I smash ya legs
Since Kay Slay was bombin' trains and taggin' devs
I'm in a mansion 6 in your Bangarangs
My wig keeps a butler? cow's head on shopper's ends?
It's a Kubrick plot twist, my goons all convicts
Ashes and black rabbis, and goons with ice picks
Woozy off nitrous, tyrants till the heater smoke
My headlights illuminated from the Diesel smoke
Extra queso sixty increasin' on the payroll (Woop woop!)
The goons don't fucking move unless I say so
Might fuck your bitch depending on how my day goes
Yeah Asta la Waco, CHEE CHEE!, get the yayo!
GORILLA TWINS, that's the brand you can't trust (No!)
Quick to turn you into steeple chase, with the face cuts
All of these rappers is fake fucks
Y'all hate us, because we don't wear leggings and makeup (NAH!)
We don't do that! (Nope), point em' out, who dat?
Move back hit them with the yappa BAH BAH boom bap!
Goon rap and we squeeze until the gunna choke
Leave you smacked, selling crack right by the Thunderbolt
You wanted smoke, but it turns out that you all talk (Yo!)
I'm the reason they put sand under the Boardwalk
Coney Island mayor, homie this is my home
Viachrome, at the opp shooutout at the Cyclone! (BRRRAH!)
Yo, shootout at the Wonder Wheel
You know the fucking deal
Guns and pills enough to get you and your little brother killed
Enough to get me locked up for a hundred years
Everybody catch a buck 50, I'm the buckeneer
I'm like throwin' table will chuck a chair, ILLEST BILL a.k.a Illmatic, the Ruckus here
Cannibal Hulk versus a fuckin' bear
Put my entire fist up your ass like a puppeteer
Word, I sit back and observe
'Cause usually the loudest mouth in the room is a herb
Usually the first one to talk tough's a nerd
Get mushed in your face, GORILLA versus bird
Get put in your place, you pissed in your pants
Go to your show, jump on stage and shit on your fans
Or we can turn Nathan's into a crime zone
That ain't ketchup on your shirt, shootout at the Cyclone
After the bottle was thrown in the air and she was hit with the bottle, like 2 seconds later we heard about 4-5 shots
You heard shots?
Yes right here by the Cyclone and we seen a whole group run towards the Boardwalk
The families lookin' to take in the beautiful weather and fun activities run for cover!
Extra queso, lobotomy, my brain is Liquid Drano
Ran through your mommy's since safe daps and Tuddy's payroll
Another package overnight when the coke is right
Take a life, bangs like Topanga's overbite
Mac? Modexa? war camo store with the Cobra lights
Soviets, Gorilla scopes attached to the Cobra knives
Smooth like a toddler's charm
Put on the sheets like a gentleman
My clientele phony like Madonna's arms
Via-com, Viacom when I smash ya legs
Since Kay Slay was bombin' trains and taggin' devs
I'm in a mansion 6 in your Bangarangs
My wig keeps a butler? cow's head on shopper's ends?
It's a Kubrick plot twist, my goons all convicts
Ashes and black rabbis, and goons with ice picks
Woozy off nitrous, tyrants till the heater smoke
My headlights illuminated from the Diesel smoke
Extra queso sixty increasin' on the payroll (Woop woop!)
The goons don't fucking move unless I say so
Might fuck your bitch depending on how my day goes
Yeah Asta la Waco, CHEE CHEE!, get the yayo!
GORILLA TWINS, that's the brand you can't trust (No!)
Quick to turn you into steeple chase, with the face cuts
All of these rappers is fake fucks
Y'all hate us, because we don't wear leggings and makeup (NAH!)
We don't do that! (Nope), point em' out, who dat?
Move back hit them with the yappa BAH BAH boom bap!
Goon rap and we squeeze until the gunna choke
Leave you smacked, selling crack right by the Thunderbolt
You wanted smoke, but it turns out that you all talk (Yo!)
I'm the reason they put sand under the Boardwalk
Coney Island mayor, homie this is my home
Viachrome, at the opp shooutout at the Cyclone! (BRRRAH!)
Yo, shootout at the Wonder Wheel
You know the fucking deal
Guns and pills enough to get you and your little brother killed
Enough to get me locked up for a hundred years
Everybody catch a buck 50, I'm the buckeneer
I'm like throwin' table will chuck a chair, ILLEST BILL a.k.a Illmatic, the Ruckus here
Cannibal Hulk versus a fuckin' bear
Put my entire fist up your ass like a puppeteer
Word, I sit back and observe
'Cause usually the loudest mouth in the room is a herb
Usually the first one to talk tough's a nerd
Get mushed in your face, GORILLA versus bird
Get put in your place, you pissed in your pants
Go to your show, jump on stage and shit on your fans
Or we can turn Nathan's into a crime zone
That ain't ketchup on your shirt, shootout at the Cyclone
