[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
Motherf*ck 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