Ill Bill Tony's Killers (feat. Lord Goat & Snowgoons)
[Verse 1: Goretex]
[?]
We use your mom for drug funds up in your father's Tahoe
Trashing your condo, dip out, taking your bitch to [?]
Romantic walks under the [?]
Heavy ammunition, the MAC-11 with the custom nozzle
My persona, baby laser beam with the ugly color
[?]
Enters whoever follows
[?] Hollow-tips, watch them dissolve yo
Back when Howie dropped a package off the Viper roof
Rag Jordans, Scorpio fatigues, vests and sniper shoes
We some righteous dudes
Frozen bills, [?]
Owning pistols, my shooter's long hands, like Tony's killers
A posse pull up on PK Rippers
My BK hitters stay lifted off three jars and the citrus
Up in [?] place, chicken palm straight out of [?]
Supreme [?] filled with coke
With zero interest
[Verse 2: ILL Bill]
I pulled a knife on the connect
Duffel bag, three rifles and a vest
Ready to die like disciples of Koresh
Young [?] head goon [?] sweatsuit
We be ready to shoot
Hit 'em in the head and we scoot
[?] for lunch
Dead bodies sticking up the trunk
[?] bag with two millions sitting up in front
North Carolina have two horses in my backyard
Only hebrew for two hundred miles [?]
The grim reaper look like whoever holding the shotgun
Dead bodies everywhere, jet before the cops come
Killers drive by cold, like the good humor man
But f..ck an ice-cream cone
They shoot out your medulla man
Salute to firearms and Mercedes cars
Motherfuck the ops and my baby moss
Killers never doze off
Graze you with the shotty, blow your nose off
Razors in the party
Take your Rollie off
