The Name’s BILL

Lyrics

{*scratched by DJ Eclipse*} ILL BILL, spit the real What the dilly, yo? The name's BILL What up, BILL! [Verse 1] Dropping screen tanks, driving cars Jack you out your green Benz Drop the top, take a deep breath then I begin The way the world bounces Fuck a nickel bag, we burn ounces You a gangsta? Fuck shootin' you, we burn houses Have you runnin' out your crib, butt naked with a half a brick Hangin' out your asshole, lookin' like an asshole Fussin' with me, guaranteed homicide Devil and God collide Why you wanna make your momma cry? Hang you with shoelaces; Doomsday A free thinker, squeeze the trigger like it's tooth paste The game's different now, the rules changed It's like, who's broke and who's paid? Who's dope and who's played? Who's smoke and who's sprayed? [Hook] [Verse 2] Reverse the back exits Drive ya car, jack you out your black Lexus Drop the top and sell crack wreckless A loaded gun's cool, but, yo, I wanna own a judge too A gun plus a judge equals blow me, and fuck you Get in where you fit in 'Cause dummy recognize dummy Pussy recognize pussy And money recognize money Gangsta recognize gangsta And you faggots is funny Ten years slingin' crack and you cats is still bummy Whack rappers, I be snatchin' your fade Snathin' your chains, snatch up all your ice Then empty my gat in your brain You never heard of me? Word, you cats is insane ILL BILL, motherfucker, dare to challenge the name [Hook] [Verse 3] Bless the Lord in Heaven Try to hijack a 747 A terrorist, hardcore forever These other cats is makin' dance music My music make you bust gats to it Shoot at your feet to make you dance to it BILL's ILL, BILL smoke weed, BILL smoke blunts BILL guzzle Hennessy and BILL smoke dust BILL hates cops, still gots to get my props Don't get too close because you might get shot [Hook]