| It’s Ill Bill and UG
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| Hollow points will fill your mug, we not playing
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| I’m just saying we real for real
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| In the booth we let it spill yeah we body it
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| Hey yo cash rules everything around me nigga
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| A blast move everything around me with the
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| HK I spit bars and get nookie
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| Tell your bitch to chill, she might get snookied
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| Anderson Silva bars, chokehold
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| Either tap out or you’ll black out
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| It’s that easy, flow off the heezy
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| Heat leave your brain all over the floor where your feet be
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| UG be one of the best
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| Plus Ill Bill, that equals fuck the rest
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| Fuck the world, I’m fucking your girl
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| I’m fucked up off of the Yak
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| I jump in the booth and body the track
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| Pull out the shotty and clap, I’m like a suicidal jihadi attack
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| Try to react, pull yourself together, keep your body intact
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| Stuff your own intestines back in your body then shotgun you back
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| Yeah I chopped you in half, bouncing with a hundred thousand in cash
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| Top half of your body still talking mountains of trash
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| Point blank range, one for you the sound of the gats
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| A murder machine that’s constantly evolving with class
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| This is Ill Bill homie, hardcore like Esham
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| Jump out the green van with a ratchet in each hand
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| Fuck you talking to? |
| Talk to the pistol
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| Seeing visions of demons in a sorcerer’s crystal
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| It’s official homie, listen
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| Mind like Einstein, grind like Russell
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| Gotti-like ties, won’t cost to touch you
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| I’m much too nice, I destroy the booth
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| Paul Pierce flow homie here your boy’s the truth
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| My rap flows like capsules with crack in it
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| You lack flows, you assholes are wack in it
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| Makes me sick, I spit bars well
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| Y’all DC comics my nigga I’m Marvel
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| My art sells, I’m ark shell, I crush niggas
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| You Carvel soft as shit, I flush niggas
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| With IDE on the track it’s the classic
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| Anywhere anybody bet I smash it
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| And never sleep, we insomniac
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| Always popping and rob a diamond or pizza guy in the lobby rap
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| Now puff a Phillie on the roof music
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| Glenwood Projects where I started my goon movement
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| Apartment 2C, ultramagnetic like Kool Keith
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| I new UG before you MCs dropped blue cheese
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| legacy carved in the stone wall in granite
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| From playing Commodore 64 to touring the planet
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| Stairwell Farragut Road capture the flow
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| They closed South Shore High School ratchets explode
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| My firearms are not user-friendly
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| Ill Bill aka Shooter Jennings
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| You fuck around you’ll meet a gruesome ending |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song We Not Playing , by - Ill Bill. Song from the album Howie Made Me Do It 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп