Tony's Killers - Ill Bill, LORD GOAT, Snowgoons

Cause Charlie M was like my gusto model

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 Verrazzano

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

I pulled a knife on the connect

Duffel bag, three rifles and a vest

Ready to die like disciples of Koresh

Young Gandolfini, head goon, Tacchini sweatsuit

We be ready to shoot

Hit 'em in the head and we scoot

Di Fara’s 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 fuck 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