Текст песни
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