BORA BORA AURA - Ill Bill, Nems, Tony Yayo

Mr Briganti, there’s a problem with Mr Kleinfelt

What kinda problem?

He’s in the bathroom, fuckin' Stef!

(Hahaha)

So what’s the problem?

Good for him!

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Yeaah!

We back motherfucker!

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Bill, talk to ‘em!

Take your Jesus piece (truck) jewels

Gucci links, my shooters blaze through

But they don’t give a fuck who they hit

The mop long like the scope on a street sweeper

With the robe of the Grim Reaper

Gorilla Pimp Preacher spits ether

Revolvr (twirler) flash like a cursed murdr (cast)

This happen when murder raps converge with Lysergic tabs

A Brand They Can Trust, doing something satanic on dust

And they don’t pay the ransom they fucked

Give me

Spray chrome on plain clothes

Say hoes with shotgun shells the size of eggrolls

Minus the duck sauce

Get your face sliced the fuck off

Like it was in the yard up north, tryin' to pop off

Philly a problem doin' molly in Cabo

Smoke pot with McConaughey, on baubles

flying tomahawks, cyborgs

The skies is blinding with and fiery flyin' swords

Nothin' but gang police at them funerals

I wanna pay my respects but I ain’t comin' through

Revenge kidnap your daughter, I’m in Bora Bora

Niggas be on live, I got a different aura

Yeah — You got the aura of a sixty year old dyke

I got the aura of a twenty three year old Mike, walkin' to the fight

Was on my feet, twenty three year old Mike

This the big Gorilla, Fuck Ya Life

I’m the nicest comin' out of this new shit (That's a fact!)

Oh you think you wavy, throw you off of a cruise ship

Right hook, left hook, boom, bipp, oh shit!

Punch you in your face you’ll fuck around and do two flips (Goddamn!)

Off a balcony (Yup!) You never could amount to me (Never!)

My chain cost two birds (What's that?) Call that Falconry (Yup!)

Gorilla Monsoon then Gorilla Twins

How the fuck is you still doubting me?

Your girl put her mouth on me (Gunther!)

Yeah I had that bitch swallowing sax (Rah) (Facts!)

And I don’t even follow her back (Rah) (Wooh!)

You at the gym shootin' ‘roids in your

I’m at LMB’s gettin' fat (Rrrraaaah!)

Nothin' but gang police at them funerals

I wanna pay my respects but I ain’t comin' through

Revenge kidnap your daughter, I’m in Bora Bora

Niggas be on live, I got a different aura

Thirty rounds go into the Mac and if you not said one you walkin' into a trap

(Stupid motherfucker)

I give you a choice pussy, stool, pigeon or rat

It’s a harbinger of death to hear the clickity clack

Y’all is always sayin' somethin', y’all swear y’all scrap (Nah)

And I’m tired mafuckers and the graveyard packed

(It's bodies everywhere) Take ya body, make it handicapped

Ten toes down, ain’t movin' from where I’m standin' at (Nah)

Put a rack on his head, I’ll toupee ya (Hahaha)

Odds are I’m Arch Julius Cesar the Soothsayer (Yeah)

I tried to help you out and do you a lil' favor

Now you get a shot to the stomach, induced labor

(Boom, boom boom, boom)

It’s hard to breathe here, need a oxygen flask

Have you hooked into a breathing tube, oxygen mask

I got some mafuckers eager to clap (We got the shooters)

It’s thirty inside this mafucker, clean up your act, toma!

Nothin' but gang police at them funerals

I wanna pay my respects but I ain’t comin' through

Revenge kidnap your daughter, I’m in Bora Bora

Niggas be on live, I got a different aura

Motherfucker!

ILL Bill, Gorilla Motherfuckin' Nems, Vinnie Paz, Tony Yayo

Brrrrrrrraaao!