[Uncle Howie]
"Glenwood mother-f*****' Projects, that was the f*****' place man. f*****'
crack smoking all night. Cookin' it up, sellin' C4, weapons, blowguns, every
mother-f*****' thing - what a f*****' rush. We were cookin' the s*** up, an'
I smoked it up an' the Jamaicans man, they came back, f*****' torched the
place, with me mother-f*****' in it! I couldn't get out the f*****
apartment, they locked me in, I had to go out the f***** window, it was
f*****' 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-f*** you - Drop dead f**git 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 b**** - flashin the t*** - 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
s*** 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 p**** like a G-string or thong
You think I'm sick? f***** 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 f*****' 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 c**e, 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 s***e suite, love rocking t****** 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 c**e on my c***
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
"Glenwood mother-f*****' Projects, that was the f*****' place man. f*****'
crack smoking all night. Cookin' it up, sellin' C4, weapons, blowguns, every
mother-f*****' thing - what a f*****' rush. We were cookin' the s*** up, an'
I smoked it up an' the Jamaicans man, they came back, f*****' torched the
place, with me mother-f*****' in it! I couldn't get out the f*****
apartment, they locked me in, I had to go out the f***** window, it was
f*****' 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-f*** you - Drop dead f**git 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 b**** - flashin the t*** - 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
s*** 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 p**** like a G-string or thong
You think I'm sick? f***** 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 f*****' 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 c**e, 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 s***e suite, love rocking t****** 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 c**e on my c***
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