We Get Ill

Lyrics
[Intro] Yo, yo wassup Theres a lot a like em' [Verse 1] First we step on stage, don't give a fuck And if you don't like my record it's your hard luck My names Schoolly D, I'm running amuck I tell you where to go and what to suck I'm b-boy tough and I'm b-boy hard My .357 is my calling card I was born and raised on Parkside Ave Chilling was the cool and the coolest of bad We get Ill! [Chorus] C'mon and get Ill! C'mon, c'mon and get Ill! [Verse 2] Like a .357 pointed at your head sucka! I know you from the past, so i'll call you mothafucka Code is cutting and I'm saying some rhymes Don't realize these rhymes is mine The DJ is cutting and he's a friend of mine Kicking out parties, sipping Coqui 9 In the b-boy stance making ya dance You gots to call him Code, but I call him Lance Kicking on 1200's is the life long dream Knocking out all suckas, making young girls scream Get Ill! [Chorus] C'mon, c'mon and get Ill! C'mon and get Ill! We get Ill! [Interlude] Yeah, yeah we're getting Ill You know what I mean? You know what I'm saying? Code on the table, get Ill man! [Chorus] We get Ill! C'mon and get Ill Get Ill!
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Credits
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- Schoolly D