The Ill Shit

Lyrics

[Hook] ("With the boom, ping-ping! Listen to the ill shit that I bring-bring!") ("With the boom, ping-ping! Listen to the ill shit that I bring-bring!") ("With the boom, ping-ping! Listen to the ill shit that I bring-bring!") ("With the boom, ping-ping! Listen to the ill shit that I bring-bring!") [Verse 1: Erick Sermon] What's the 411? Erick Sermon, Ice Cube, and KAM here to get the job done So back the fuck up! I have an attitude, dude, I'm 'bout ta get rude I'm buckin' out shots during my interlude Right about now I'm 'bout ta get courageous like the cat Got the gat in the corner of my back so get my bozack American Dream, the people choice pick I flip more vowels than Pat Sajak's white bitch I'm bad, ask Michael Jackson's dad about the E-Double The mack fram, the black superman Made of steel, the mic I'm holdin' is a Samson E-D the Green Eyed Bandit in raw fashion I'm lettin' niggas know my territory My grind is rugged. I kill a million niggas so fuck it! Knick knack paddy wack, give a dog a bone Once again it's on with the brand new song, yeah boy! [Hook] ("With the boom, ping-ping! Listen to the ill shit that I bring-bring!") ("With the boom, ping-ping! Listen to the ill shit that I bring-bring!") ("With the boom, ping-ping! Listen to the ill shit that I bring-bring!") ("With the boom, ping-ping! Listen to the ill shit that I bring-bring!") [Verse 2: KAM] Goddamn, not KAM! But I'm afraid so I lay low like a brick, quick to make a cameo So hand me your eardrum 'cause here comes the 4-11 Little devils don't go to heaven 187 on a saltine cracker Smack a, paranoid Caucasoid, don't make me have to act a fool Watts up, now you can determine The West Coast niggas is down with Erick Sermon On the G tip, we trips hard on the opposition Three niggas on a mission So listen to the Ill Shit 'cause we'll get wreck! What you expect! Fuck a rain, nigga, take a chin check! [Hook] ("With the boom, ping-ping! Listen to the ill shit that I bring-bring!") ("With the boom, ping-ping! Listen to the ill shit that I bring-bring!") ("With the boom, ping-ping! Listen to the ill shit that I bring-bring!") [Verse 3: Ice Cube] Well here I go again, throwin' up the W Ice Cube and I'm down wit' E-Double crew Pullin' up in my homie's black 6-4 Hittin' switches but mine's a convertible Mashed to the Westside, still got the deuce-deuce 'Cause some niggas don't believe in a gang truce Heard some new shit, what is this? EPMD is goin' out of business? Goddamnit! Can't leave my dog stranded (Who?) The Green Eyed Bandit Picked up KAM 'cause my nigga need a ride Bumpin' "Peace Treaty" but still had the 4-5 Glock, cocked for the clown Yeah, we down, pulled up in Echo Sound Don't you know that we can drop 10 of these Dope tracks, so fuck all my enemies Cross 'em out and put a 'K' [Hook] ("With the boom, ping-ping! Listen to the ill shit that I bring-bring!") ("With the boom, ping-ping! Listen to the ill shit that I bring-bring!") ("With the boom, ping-ping! Listen to the ill shit that I bring-bring!") ("With the boom, ping-ping! Listen to the ill shit that I bring-bring!") ("With the boom, ping-ping! Listen to the ill shit that I bring-bring!") ("With the boom, ping-ping! Listen to the ill shit that I bring-bring!")