Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Deadly Sins, artist - Ill Bill. Album song Howie Made Me Do It 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDeadly Sins |
| I feel lightning in my fingertips |
| Swift status, I give a nigga his wings bitch |
| Sleep on me, creep on me |
| Throw heat on me and I’m still gon' eat homie |
| Ill Bill from La Costra Nostra |
| Come sideways and we’ll both revoke ya |
| Reef got the toaster |
| All I gotta do is whistle and my bitches’ll smoke ya |
| What more can an underground rapper say? |
| How longer is these rappers gonna shine gay? |
| (Faggot) |
| First up is yay (Kanye) |
| Second and third is yay and my shit get no play |
| Where I’m from, yo the Jakes’ll murk ya |
| Act like you know and the fiends’ll jerk ya |
| Three classics under my belt |
| I just lost my comrade, I need something to melt |
| You think you BIG or 2Pac, you Nosferatu |
| Or Ferragamos, murder, death, kill, |
| There’s no tomorrow, you won’t see the evening news |
| Rolling G’s and Jews, goose spend your time like Beetlejuice |
| We the truth, you talking about the cat you hit |
| Vicious as the blackened spears and sleep for half a year |
| You only bust your gat in air |
| Yeah you killing the clouds, having shootouts with the atmosphere |
| You the wackest here, unable for my rap to fear |
| You live fairy tales like glass slippers and magic mirrors |
| Who’s the fairest? |
| Speak the language of Arabs |
| Sharif terror, send em to the sky like a chair lift |
| I’m original, never jocking y’all style |
| I steel a nigga, watch him slide like crocodile mile |
| I’m the wild child style vile since wild style |
| My guns go boom boom, your guns go pow pow |
| Deadly sins, we ain’t gonna pray for em |
| Ill Bill and Reef, I’mma spray for em |
| Five niggas that’s the best in the game |
| If the niggas ain’t fam then they feeling the flame |
| Deadly sins, we ain’t gonna pray for em |
| King Mag and Paz, I’mma spray for em |
| Five niggas that’s the best in the game |
| If the niggas ain’t fam then they feeling the flame |
| It’s the heavy metal king, ain’t talking about the group though |
| Cause I’ll beat a gun charge right through the loop hole |
| Still down to shoot though, use em accordingly |
| They supported me, protected what my music afforded me |
| Disorderly, hold your beef, do them shits grimy |
| Literally down with Doap since the mid-90s |
| That’s right, face cringe from the syringe binge |
| And friends bend every rule that you made within |
| Aim and spray again, nothing like a window cleaner |
| Talk politics up close and no leader |
| And for the front of your eyes is binoculars |
| You need to stop in the apocalypse to rock with us |
| If not it’s AZ about to rock it up |
| Doing open heart surgery on your esophagus |
| I’mma die profitless like cult leaders |
| Aim assault heaters at adult, leaders gonna bolt |
| The game of thrones, stick you for your chains and clothes |
| Most rappers will suck dick for cocaine and dro |
| Ratchets explode, homie my chrome’ll rape your soul |
| Bring twelve plagues like Moses raining toads |
| Fuck your tongue wanted the blood |
| Hit you in the head with an audible guns |
| Unfortunate ones get tortured and hung |
| The cult leader homie with the sorcerer’s tongue |
| Heavy Metal King influence your daughters and sons |
| You the topic of the song Shook Ones from Mobb Deep |
| I’m harder than bricks or football on concrete |
| Chilling in deadstock Jordans, millions of dead cops |
| Warnings, COs, informants |
| A hip hop Blackie Lawless, see more bodies than coroners |
| Unfamiliar aura, peel off shotties at foreigners |
| Grinning with pride, gorillas with militant minds |
| You win or you die, I’ll empty the clip in your eye |
| Deadly sins, we ain’t gonna pray for em |
| Ill Bill and Reef, I’mma spray for em |
| Five niggas that’s the best in the game |
| If the niggas ain’t fam then they feeling the flame |
| Deadly sins, we ain’t gonna pray for em |
| King Mag and Paz, I’mma spray for em |
| Five niggas that’s the best in the game |
| If the niggas ain’t fam then they feeling the flame |
| There’s no ode to the goat, throw his body in the moat |
| Buck fifty to windpipe, go for the throat |
| Pussy boy rappers better hold rosary close |
| Ain’t too many in my cypher that’s closer than Doap |
| Throw the faggot in the water, I hope that he float |
| Hope they ready for the slaughter, it’s awfully close |
| I think he wanna kill himself, I offer him rope |
| My vision is blurry, I’m seeing Allah through a scope |
| Boxcutter Paz, John the Baptist |
| Ain’t nobody safe when I bomb you bastards |
| Only thing I think about, Islam and gat clips |
| Jordans, Grey Goose, bitches, and caskets |
| I’m an ugly motherfucker, give me a fat bitch |
| A dime is too much work, Vinnie a savage |
| Rob a motherfucker, rip through his assets |
| The 28 V rip through your cabbage |
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