The victim suffered a punctured lung as the crowd watch and Duke, he was the only person injured in an attack near Coney Island's Boardwalk, about one hour after this brutal beatdown this 27 year old woman was hit in the head with a bottle! After the bottle was thrown in the air and she was hit with the bottle, like 2 seconds later we heard about 4-5 shots You heard shots? Yes right here by the Cyclone and we seen a whole group run towards the Boardwalk The families lookin' to take in the beautiful weather and fun activities run for cover! Extra queso, lobotomy, my brain is Liquid Drano Ran through your mommy's since safe daps and Tuddy's payroll Another package overnight when the coke is right Take a life, bangs like Topanga's overbite Mac? Modexa? war camo store with the Cobra lights Soviets, Gorilla scopes attached to the Cobra knives Smooth like a toddler's charm Put on the sheets like a gentleman My clientele phony like Madonna's arms Via-com, Viacom when I smash ya legs Since Kay Slay was bombin' trains and taggin' devs I'm in a mansion 6 in your Bangarangs My wig keeps a butler? cow's head on shopper's ends? It's a Kubrick plot twist, my goons all convicts Ashes and black rabbis, and goons with ice picks Woozy off nitrous, tyrants till the heater smoke My headlights illuminated from the Diesel smoke Extra queso sixty increasin' on the payroll (Woop woop!) The goons don't fucking move unless I say so Might fuck your bitch depending on how my day goes Yeah Asta la Waco, CHEE CHEE!, get the yayo! GORILLA TWINS, that's the brand you can't trust (No!) Quick to turn you into steeple chase, with the face cuts All of these rappers is fake fucks Y'all hate us, because we don't wear leggings and makeup (NAH!) We don't do that! (Nope), point em' out, who dat? Move back hit them with the yappa BAH BAH boom bap! Goon rap and we squeeze until the gunna choke Leave you smacked, selling crack right by the Thunderbolt You wanted smoke, but it turns out that you all talk (Yo!) I'm the reason they put sand under the Boardwalk Coney Island mayor, homie this is my home Viachrome, at the opp shooutout at the Cyclone! (BRRRAH!) Yo, shootout at the Wonder Wheel You know the fucking deal Guns and pills enough to get you and your little brother killed Enough to get me locked up for a hundred years Everybody catch a buck 50, I'm the buckeneer I'm like throwin' table will chuck a chair, ILLEST BILL a.k.a Illmatic, the Ruckus here Cannibal Hulk versus a fuckin' bear Put my entire fist up your ass like a puppeteer Word, I sit back and observe 'Cause usually the loudest mouth in the room is a herb Usually the first one to talk tough's a nerd Get mushed in your face, GORILLA versus bird Get put in your place, you pissed in your pants Go to your show, jump on stage and shit on your fans Or we can turn Nathan's into a crime zone That ain't ketchup on your shirt, shootout at the Cyclone