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Yeah, yeah Sniff ya brains out, all my Al Capone, Al Pacino niggas For real, nigga Sniff ya brains out, all my Al Capone, Al Pacino niggas For them gangstas You know how it goes Sniff ya brains out, all my Al Capone, Al Pacino niggas Hey yo, Ill Bill represent, nigga, what up what up [Verse 1: Ill Bill] An eight ball of coka makes Sharon smile like Hall and Oates Line it up, spread it on the table like Torah scrolls, homie But if you limp by us by us you're a goner Now put the money in the bag before me and Rae pull an Osama Square biz, no plots and schemes, boy Hit you with fifty shots like the cops from Queens Y'all on the cross with a crown that bleeds Resurrect you but for speed bump The trumpets sound like screams Shoot the bitch in the trunk of the Buick for foolishness Kill Fallujah bricks, this is only built for Cuban links Lord know I got mouths to feed So my heart is ice cold to anybody outside my team Fuck you, pay me a million dollars Matter fact, make it a billion SongtexteFuck a condo, I'm taking the building Postin like the freeway, Ricky Ross in the Porche And hosted by Manowar's Ross The Boss in Le Mans [Chorus x 2] Sniff your brains out, all my Vinnie ? and Joe Pescis With coke recipes and hoes on ecstasy La Coka Nostra, a brand you can trust Catch me in the bathroom stall handing out bumps [Verse 2: Raekwon] We blast shotties off the roof, strapped ? to the coupe Living like this duke'll have a nigga bidding in boots I swear to my seeds, daddy gonna buy you the V's But instead I got trapped and started buying them keys I went from rich kid selling under the bench to lynch kid High powered money nigga living in Richmond ? a few beats, ran through hoods Bought a new Jeep, pulled guns on police Shot up a four-seat Then I got clapped, yeah I thought I had it right but I was wrong Now I got it on when I write, I rectify this You live by the sword and get fried by the board That's the only way you gotta get on What it is, nigga, get high, remember the ? And play the tape that resemble the great S Rate Quiz Nigga, stay real, history's ill, don't stop Till you cash in, catch me in the Aston in Bill [Chorus x 2] (Thanks to Antonio Martins for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania