Coka Moschiach (feat. Raekwon the Chef) - Ill Bill, Raekwon

Yeah, sniff your brains out all my Al Capone, Al Pacino nigga’s

For real nigga

Sniff your brains out all my Al Capone, Al Pacino nigga’s

For them gangsters

Sniff your brains out all my Al Capone, Al Pacino nigga’s

Yeah, let’s get it, Yo, hey yo Bill represent nigga what up, what up

An eight ball of coke will make Sara smile like Hall & Oates

Line it up, spread it on the table like Torah scrolls, homie

But if you Len Bias, you’re a goner

Now put the money in the bag before me and Rae pull an Osama

Square biz, no plots or schemes boy

Hit you with 50 shots like them cops from Queens

You’re on a cross with a crown that bleeds

Resurrect you with a speed bump and trumpets that sound like screams

Shoot the bitch in the trunk of the Buick for foolishness

Killed for losing bricks, this is Only Built For Cuban Linx

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

Fuck a condo I’m taking the building

Posted like the Freeway Ricky Ross in the Porsche

And hosted by Manowar’s Ross the Boss at L’amours

Sniff your brains out all my Vinny the Chins 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

We blast shottys off the roof, strapped, trapped in a coup

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 power money nigga living in Richmond

Wore a few beefs, ran through hoods, ordered new jeeps

Pull guns on police, shot up the four seasons

Then I got clapped, yapped, thought I had it right

But I was wrong then, now I get it on when I write

I rectify this, you live by the sword and get fried by the board

Cause that’s the only way we got to get on

What it is nigga, get high, remember the grizz

And play the tape that resemble the great, that’s Raekwiz, nigga

Stay real, history’s ill, don’t stop til you cash in

Catch me in the Aston with Bill Pill