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[Uncle Howie]
"Glenwood mother-fuckin` Projects, that was the fuckin` place man. Fuckin` crack smoking all night. Cookin` it up, sellin` C4, weapons, blowguns, every mother-fuckin` thing - what a fuckin` rush. We were cookin` the shit up, an` I smoked it up an` the Jamaicans man, they came back, fuckin` torched the place, with me mother-fuckin` in it! I couldn`t get out the fuckin apartment, they locked me in, I had to go out the fuckin window, it was fuckin` dynamite!" [Ill Bill] Ill Bill lost sanity - lost humanity Lost in a maze of purple haze, cannabis sativa - spit ether - violently Very vociferous – victorious - hotter than a crematorium - I`ll kill all of you Kill you – mother-fuck you - Drop dead faggit it`s the dragon .44 Magnum - splatter you in front of your family My fire arms, never be tired - up in the air Throw a bullet up in each eye – an` one in ya ear I speak heroin, breathe weed, sniff cocaine Tweaked levels when I peeped Courtney kill Cobain We got the whole world scratching they heads Life is like a high-jacked airliner, but we managed to win Back to the crib, breakin up the cats in the brig Havin a bitch - flashin the tits - While you crashing the whip Laughin at hoes, taking fakerss to amateur flicks While the Ill Bill albums kidnapping your kids [Chorus – Ill Bill x2] I put the D into Drugs an` the G into Guns I put the D into Dubs an` the T into Thugs I put the C into `Caine an` the P into Pain The G into Game, Pop-Pop – three in ya brain [Necro] I get impatient like a long bid - get so vexed I hit the wrong kid Shit gets awkward, like I`m on a drug an` I can`t get off it Blank out – rip a shank out Treat you like Vietcong - hit you like the weed in a bong Your pussy like a G-string or thong You think I`m sick? Fucked up? Oh am I? You think you can`t die? Don`t think your crazy cuz a years passed by Beat you down with my fuckin` hands tied Now change your attitude, before you get cracked from different latitudes By kids that are mad at you – they expect gratitude I`ll strike a foe - even if you don`t know me you better act like you know Especially if you`re soft – I`ve earned my stripes like Schwarzkopf The gun I bust off will tear through your clothes like a moth Your sloppy, cuz you start beef, and cop please, but not me… [Chorus – Ill Bill x2] I put the D into Drugs an` the G into Guns I put the D into Dubs an` the T into Thugs I put the C into `Caine an` the P into Pain The G into Game, Pop-Pop – three in ya brain [Goretex] I rock sickening raps like Woody Allen flares beach hats A John Hinckley – run up on politicians with ski caps Laser weapons – I bleed coke, happiness is like a warm gun Run in ya crib slitting ya G`s throat Cruise the block, whippin` uzi`s an` pop Loosin the cops, whether new lots or zooming through Watts The newest space suite, love rocking titties like grapefruits Phase two - Rasta-ice inverted "Hey-Zeus" (Jesus) I`m up in fat burger – bag some codeine So clean, pinstripe gat runners are Old G`s serving the fiends crack, dope and weed Glenwood projects - we living the American dream Screaming "hey pelican" – trains of coke on my cock Handle bars like "Vivica" – with nipples and crotch We toured - drive-bys on the mongoose with glocks This ain`t rhetorical, the story gets worse – you get shot [Chorus – Ill Bill x2] I put the D into Drugs an` the G into Guns I put the D into Dubs an` the T into Thugs I put the C into `Caine an` the P into Pain The G into Game, Pop-Pop – three in ya brain
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