I Been Ill

Lyrics

[Verse: Ricky] Rick Hil, get the Crown Vics jumping And your best bitch getting into something If I don't know shit all I know is one thing Nostra, only models that we cum in No bitch that you know get love from me No bitch that I know get a hug from me Alright hoe tell me what you want from me This ain't trick or treat you ain't getting no money Fuck her face, leave her face looking funny She sniffing base got the bass going dummy Plus the people that you with they ain't on it I fuck around go and put you on some Mescaline, Morphine, in your bones bitch Had you feeling like you're better off alone bitch Yeah, I'm from the north side of Glenville Ask them hoes 'round the way they say I've been there [Verse 2: Bonic] Shit, what they god damn about Walk up in this bitch hoes got they camera out Chain on left pocket, blammer hanging out My west coast crip blood shit banging out My bitches say I talk funny when I slang it out Well hear this, them over there wonder what they about My fresh ain't meditated I don't lay it out Pussy and some kush I don't go a day without I'm riding 'round puffing listening to no way out Hit the block where the freaks at I know that they be out Roll up window drop aye we out My paper come like this verse, that's off top The Glock come ready to pop its off lock Them two hoes coming they drunk they off shots They told me something they on the loud its [?] Cool, I'm harder than your favorite gangster rapper Look me up bitch [?] rapping [Verse 3: Curt@ins] Uh huh Cashmere thoughts , I'm cut from a different cloth Niggas got songs but couldn't fuck with ours Peace to the gods, slap a style bite and let 'em know he a fraud Niggas talk shit in the balls, but won't dare do it in the yard Come 30 niggas strong let 'em know what we are They call 'em [?] and nah I don't hustle blow (nah) I'm on my Russel Crow [?] than his beautiful mind Imagine what I do on them rhymes Sick style [?] truly Devine Shine bright like the moon in July But you ain't hear me though I keep a low black lamb skin like Mary though Spit around like a merry-go For them dust heads call them fairy's yo They off the water like a ferry boat Taha, see more dope shit Somebody came and stole a show whos the culprit? Niggas screaming [?] that's hoe shit I'm back on that Brooklyn bullshit, oh shit