Ill Bill Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Gangsta Rap Lyrics

Hey yo, I smoke dust and shoot cops, sold guns to Tupac

 Smoked blunts with Biggie Smalls and sold drugs on newlots

 I was too young, couldnt get up in clubs back in the old days

 We used rob and terrorize kids in front of homebase

 If Funkmaster Flex was inside, rockin the whole place

 We was outside, smacking kids and snatchin gold chains

 Baggin mad pigeons, catchin mad digits, bad bitches

 And when they husbands came around we had to blast bisquits

 A bunch of bad Brooklyn kids that always had pistols

 Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

 And mad problems worshippin gangstas and bankrobbers

 Watchin star fade startin fights and rap conscience (?)

 Until we realized how to get the real money

 Steal money, kidnap money, kill money

 Its funny how the money make the whole world love you

 Jealous cats hate you, dime pigeons

 Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

 Got the IRS lookin at you, wanna fuck you

 Sniffin so much blow, you dont know if you can trust you

 Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

 Go against the Ill Bill, and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you

 Leave you with a tube and ya throat to suck through (?)

 We truck jewels, we dust brothers fuck mothers

 You thugs love us, ? the gunslingers and drughustlers

 Where my gangstas at?

 

 [Cuts]

 "Is you a gangsta?"

 "With gangsta rap"