Ill Bill Lyrics

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License to Ill Lyrics

I landed on top of the buildin, jumped out and exploding helicopter

 Draggin the pilot by his jaw

 Used his body to break the fall

 He died on impact, blood splattered his back was broken

 Bounced wit a slight limp cause my ankle was swollen

 

 Get your ass up and lets get ill

 Get your ass up and lets get ill

 Get your ass up and lets get ill

 Get your ass up and lets get ill

 

 I landed on top of the buildin, jumped out and exploding helicopter

 Draggin the pilot by his jaw

 I landed on top of the buildin, jumped out and exploding helicopter

 Draggin the pilot by his jaw

 Used his body to break the fall

 He died on impact, blood splattered his back was broken

 Bounced wit a slight limp cause my ankle was swollen

 Cia assasin turncoat, burnin toke it serve coke

 The worst, loke the fuck out we burst chrome

 Double agent CIA merk both sides, and low ride

 I'm so high, I can touch the sky

 Fuck wit mine you get your head, bust wit 9's

 Splattered like 10 pump out of our bathroom floors

 Blast you whores, the dead mans the last who draws

 I be the first one to let off

 Gun slinger with the done figure throw ya head off

 Gun slinger with the done figure throw ya head off

 Gun slinger with the done figure throw ya head off

 Like guillotenes I eat dog

 Like the phillipeans through leg work I creep dog

 Like a millipede, it's military 9 millimeter's pop off

 9 millimeters that wave to your dome will drop off

 A hollow tip package, slit cabbage

 Get your wig handed to the coroner and examine

 Life is for real, I deal wit the license to Ill Ill

 It's Ill Bill, wit a rifle and the license to Ill

 

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 Get your ass up and lets get ill

 Ill Bill wit a rifle, and the license to Ill

 I seen the president get shot at point blank range

 Slipped thousands of people drinks and made em act strange

 Had my gat in a hollowed out book in the last page

 Silliowetter and dessert eagle to splash brains

 I'm in the fast lane with cats that high-jack planes

 Murderous wit terrorists they know what cash means

 I'm sellin candy to these billion dollor crack feinds

 Dont even ask me what my path be

 Run up on your family wit a gat blastin

 Top of the pile, rockin like nigel withal

 I turn you out like a virgin wit a cock in ya mouth

 Wit a gun to ya head, they find you ina trunk of a benz

 Chopped into thousands of little pieces next to one of your freinds

 America pimp, my first ho was a married bitch

 Now I'm pimpen the first ammendment like larry flint

 A true hustla wit a license to kill

 It's Ill Bill, wit a rifle and a license to ill

 

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