ILL BILL, Uncle Howie, Q-Unique - Spumoni Gardens lyrics

Howie: It's good, it's good, making
Some money illegally, you know, like always
Bill: Illegally? Howie: Always

This is target practice
Guerilla warfare black market tactics
Biblical secret scrolls hidden in
The federal building
Uncover the mystery with meddling children

Devilish villains, a violation
Entire nations rise, tides are changing
Annihilation of the sky when
My mind is racing
I place a cruise of calm in the white station
Vibrations through my arm when
The nine's blazing

It’s mine's for the taking
I point the snub nose
Pull out the bamboo, homie
And get your drugs rolled
The bundle of dimes hit the
Corner with the stash
I’m in front of the line like
The shortest in the class

Get the torture goons with caps
Crews attack with the Uzi clap
Swiss-cheese you up
Make you do a foolish dance
My nine will make you lambada
My pistol make you do the limbo
My Mac-11 make you do the windmill

It’s simple
I’m with Slippin’ Jimmy scheming on the cash
Wear a mask made for skiing
Demons armed with gats
Wanna cosplay and slay with the steel?
I’m a real Rocksteady against
The Agents of SHIELD

Satan is real, Lucifer’s a shooter
Put a bullet in your Buddha
Kill your idol with the Ruger
And a little humor
Get a hollow but creep stealthily
Away to Cuba drink a bottle of chemotherapy
And spit a tumor

Spread a rumor about a terrorist organization
Beheading consumers with the
President’s authorization
Sleeper cells kept in a basement deep as hell
Trigger the hammer
Smack the primer and heat the shell

Enter The Dragon splash the face and
Take a seat to chill
You could throw away the motherfucking key
Keep the bail
Keep my confiscated cocaine, read my mail
Sell my story to Martin Scorsese
And grieve my tale