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ill bill - straight illin lyrics

[verse 1: steven king]
uh, i’m a real n+gga
catch me on the streets before you catch me on twitter
take a look, cops got books with faces, i call it the real facebook
gotta grab my gun, that coochie rapping got a brother on the run
i’ll be a slumped+on millionaire before a bum
take a sit, man, i’m hot like jamaican rum
i make you run like forrest gump
and our ‘pliers will bring more than goons
shots fired, one bullet hit the autotunes
start the violence, a king like leonidas
set it off like theo, people die over egos, uh
[?] like “f+ck y’all n+ggas”
[?]
back up, or feel the wrath of a mack truck
no 4+leaf clovers, this straight bad luck
down the road
i c+ck back then squeeze, down you go
i’m a g, you think i’m talking ’bout a thousand, yo
knock your ass out like codeine and tylenol
king’s wiling, y’all

[hook: skam2?]
this sh+t is off the hook, believe that sh+t
stare if you want, we don’t see that sh+t
sound like a b+tch, can’t be no pimp
so even if you run, you will get hit
’cause bill is illin’, king is illin’
what more can i say? we street villains
skam is illin’, we straight illin’
what more can i say? aye!
[verse 2: ill bill]
la coka nostra, i’m a cult leader
catch me in business class, so clean with the heater
oz, a og, i’m ot with the cheeba
overseas with the reefa, codeine in my teacup
jesus hitler adolf christ, bugs on me
scr+pe off lice, drivebys sprayed off twice
came back, shot you in the head eight more times
then jetted off to the lab to create more crimes
history is written by the winners
i’m from new york, homie, the hottest of summers, the bitterest of winters
bear witness, bear bubble coats, brother snub nose
uncle cut throats, father f+ck hoes, mama loves coke
drama unfolds, this is not tv land
a brand you can trust, say thanks to steely dan
ill bill, shoot to k!ll, super real like the youth of brazil
beautiful girls on unusual pills, yeah

[hook: skam2?]
this sh+t is off the hook, believe that sh+t
stare if you want, we don’t see that sh+t
sound like a b+tch, can’t be no pimp
so even if you run, you will get hit
’cause bill is illin’, king is illin’
what more can i say? we street villains
skam is illin’, we straight illin’
what more can i say? aye!
[verse 3: skam2?]
what the f+ck you talking ’bout? see, when this thing is out
my mechanisms spit a flow even in a drought
cool as a guinness stout in bob marley’s hand
with biggie rolling a [?] for martin luther king
f+ck who you think you is, i’m everything you ain’t
you only do what you can, i do what you can’t
’cause on the beat, i’m a beast, i’m a freak
with a leash long enough for me to chase every p+ssy off streets that i reside
roll ’til i wreck out, add more black to my soul ’til i checkout
if you ain’t fam, i’d never stick my neck out
skam’s a cult leader, taking your whole sect out
and that’s real talk for your fake ass
i’m kinda hungry, dawg, better break fast
with your snake ass, it’s time to mow grass
if you ain’t quick on the dash, that’s yo’ ass

- ill bill lyrics

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