Yallah Yallah

Lyrics

[Intro: OT The Real] Let's go! OT! [Verse 1: OT The Real] I refuse to lose the vision I used to smack child molesters and take they food in prison I guess the last couple hits got him He's bleeding to death, having a seizure, and my bro walked up and pissed on him Guards coming, OG got life, so he gon' take the rap When we got out, we smoked the PO who told, that's how we paid it back Bad work, I had to take it back, the plug was taken back But he knows I'm official ticial and everything I say is facts Get your bros involved, ask around, we'll smoke 'em all I reach for my gun, you reach for phones to call Now look at my catalog, I own it all Still put five hundred on half a jawn and zone it all These other rappers never felt a bird (never) The state couldn't charge conspiracy, they couldn't prove I sent the word So rest in peace and you can rest assured The pain never felt this pure, tell my enemies check the score [Chorus: ILL BILL] Shoot-Shoot-Shooter run up in your crib screaming yallah yallah He look Palestinian but he from Guatemala Bench race in the park the stakes high as fuck Get your face shot the fuck off after they tie you up Shoot-Shoot-Shooter run up in your crib screaming yallah yallah He look Palestinian but he from Guatemala Bench race in the park the stakes high as fuck Get your face shot the fuck off after they tie you up [Verse 2: Slaine] Strategize with GOATs, took an oath to keep me disguised Fraternize with GOATs, patternize secrets and lies Shatter rising hopes, hell and heavens equal divide People weep at the stars we put to sleep in the skies Steel sharpen steel, you can feel what we can devise Cuts deep like betrayal from these leeches and lies That's life, not sunshine, peaches and pies Creatures with knives, streetsweepers and beef of all kinds A fork in the road when you put your feet to the fires Arms too short to reach for the skies From the beginning of time do what we must so we can survive Perhaps, I'm only just reaching the choirs I've been known by many names to foes and adversaries But those I had to bury won't know just average everyday Joes This is life or death, overcome freedom in jail Beat the system bleeding and eating, I meet 'em in Hell [Chorus: ILL BILL] Shoot-Shoot-Shooter run up in your crib screaming yallah yallah He look Palestinian but he from Guatemala Bench race in the park the stakes high as fuck Get your face shot the fuck off after they tie you up Shoot-Shoot-Shooter run up in your crib screaming yallah yallah He look Palestinian but he from Guatemala Bench race in the park the stakes high as fuck Get your face shot the fuck off after they tie you up [Verse 3: ILL BILL] A man waited for God to do him a favor He still waiting with foolish notions that he can rule the globe and kill Satan We need an exorcist, everyone's possessed here Breathin' the desert mist, I feel the presence of Koresh here Pazuzu's in the air, lose you with Lucifer's prayer My wolves are prepared for any voodoo that you declare Shooters are no bueno zooted off of the cocaino Chopped up a Fentanyl equal to sniffing pure Drano Make it stretch like a limousine, cut it like a guillotine Get him high but not so high it kills the fiend Return clientele's very customary Custies bust their cherry on this shit and run back in a hurry I couldn't trust a syllable of something that you said With you I gotta have eyes in the back of my fuckin' head The lowest vibration or level of respect Is murder worthy, I should put a bullet in you, dead