ILL BILL, Goretex - Once Upon a Time in Canarsie lyrics
[ILL BILL, Goretex - Once Upon a Time in Canarsie lyrics]
A full-on FBI involved shootout on
The streets of Canarsie, Saturday
Video shows ambulances and police everywhere
Once upon a time in Canarsie
My name's BILLY I grew up where the sharks be
Over here the Goons will cut your
Fingers off for a diamond ring
With dreams of surviving the projects
To die a king and even more humble than that
Just to buy a crib
I can remember always wanting that
When I was a kid
Praises grandma always lived in the projects
Whеn she died my uncle
Howiе inherited her apartment
It was cool at first the OG Tony moved in
A Hell’s Angel, a great guy, who used heroin
Used to sell me and my
Friends butterfly knives and nunchucks
Switchblades and fireworks for a quick buck
But just as quick as he appeared he was gone
Found him dead in Howie's apartment with
A syringe in his arm!
Around the same time crack was the new drug
My uncle's new love
Within a month he was the new plug
Until the night he nodded out
Shooting dope, while cooking coke
The stove top exploded choking from the smoke
And flames everywhere and he
Heard the fire trucks
Mad confusing situation still high as fuck
Six story window seen the
Firefighter climbin’ up
Pointing to the trampoline below
Saying "time to jump!"
Once upon a time in Canarsie
My name's BILLY I grew up where the sharks be
Red Spot-Bilts, Testament jeans on the block
Like Joey Ryan blew his brains in
A caddy over a thot
Guarino mass cards holdin' a
Skateboard and a knot we all vacant ones
They wacked Patty Testa in a shady lot
Canarsie Artie with the pipe
Bombs aimin' at SWAT
Decepticons shattered Gabi's knees over
Some Asian pot
Jamaicans with the grenades on lock
Sell you a Baby Glock
Somebody wet Sha in front
Of BILLY's building oozin'
Popped for his Cuban
King's Plaza goons all boosting
Floaters at Broadway Junction before
Hippies and UBERs
Four pound heroes from Milk Farm
Provolone and Prosciutto
Semolina dipped in the oil
Tacchini heavy in suit's
Booga robbin’ bitches for their door knockers
I was up in L’amour with Schmier
From Destruction sippin' a vodka
I ran the deli
On every sandwich I made a dollar!
Just being a Canarsie kid!
Once upon a time in Canarsie
My name’s BILLY I grew up where the sharks be
The streets of Canarsie, Saturday
Video shows ambulances and police everywhere
Once upon a time in Canarsie
My name's BILLY I grew up where the sharks be
Over here the Goons will cut your
Fingers off for a diamond ring
With dreams of surviving the projects
To die a king and even more humble than that
Just to buy a crib
I can remember always wanting that
When I was a kid
Praises grandma always lived in the projects
Whеn she died my uncle
Howiе inherited her apartment
It was cool at first the OG Tony moved in
A Hell’s Angel, a great guy, who used heroin
Used to sell me and my
Friends butterfly knives and nunchucks
Switchblades and fireworks for a quick buck
But just as quick as he appeared he was gone
Found him dead in Howie's apartment with
A syringe in his arm!
Around the same time crack was the new drug
My uncle's new love
Within a month he was the new plug
Until the night he nodded out
Shooting dope, while cooking coke
The stove top exploded choking from the smoke
And flames everywhere and he
Heard the fire trucks
Mad confusing situation still high as fuck
Six story window seen the
Firefighter climbin’ up
Pointing to the trampoline below
Saying "time to jump!"
Once upon a time in Canarsie
My name's BILLY I grew up where the sharks be
Red Spot-Bilts, Testament jeans on the block
Like Joey Ryan blew his brains in
A caddy over a thot
Guarino mass cards holdin' a
Skateboard and a knot we all vacant ones
They wacked Patty Testa in a shady lot
Canarsie Artie with the pipe
Bombs aimin' at SWAT
Decepticons shattered Gabi's knees over
Some Asian pot
Jamaicans with the grenades on lock
Sell you a Baby Glock
Somebody wet Sha in front
Of BILLY's building oozin'
Popped for his Cuban
King's Plaza goons all boosting
Floaters at Broadway Junction before
Hippies and UBERs
Four pound heroes from Milk Farm
Provolone and Prosciutto
Semolina dipped in the oil
Tacchini heavy in suit's
Booga robbin’ bitches for their door knockers
I was up in L’amour with Schmier
From Destruction sippin' a vodka
I ran the deli
On every sandwich I made a dollar!
Just being a Canarsie kid!
Once upon a time in Canarsie
My name’s BILLY I grew up where the sharks be