Yo... Don't make me flip on you. Actually, you can't make me do nothing... I might decide to.
Necro: I used to mush thugs And now I push drugs I knew a kid that put slugs in his own mug He used to show me his guns Ain't a cat that knows me as son Remember violence the only one I used to watch how my pops would treat a girl And beef with the world, he had a bone to pick That's why my dome was sick It rubbed off on me Cause the apple don't fall far from the tree, G You cats keep your distance Cause your scared I might flip in a instant When I was filled with innocence I was still committing sins Half of you cats are sweet like cinnamon I'll shove a knife in your grin I run with convicts and stick-up kids That'll rob you for 6 bucks bitch We flip right before you expect it Cause we were neglected as children now we're hectic we shot men and we rob gems I seen cats that used to glock me Now I glock them Got easier access to a glock ten In case one in your face is the only option
x2 Necro and Ill Bill Walk around like Murder murder, kill kill Gun up in your grill Now you screamin chill chill Didn't have your steel Now you get your cap peeled This is our life (our life)
Ill Bill: Ay yo I grew up in the mother-fuckin projects My mom says since my pop left We had to get a section-eight apartment The rents cheap I see decepticons at least 10 deep Run up on me flippin wanna set beef That was some faggot shit Me and my brother ran for do-lo The only two white kids up in my projects That wasn't homo I fought everyday beefed with a hundred cats Way before I sold drugs and started bustin caps Way before I bust my first nut I loved to rap At ten years old is when I first started to fuck with that Everyone else in my PJ's who'd rhyme was black I kept it to myself continued to define my craft I used to buy my mother milk Draggin a spiked bat You fuck with me I was the type of cat to fight back I'd lace you with a broken nose holdin a ice pack Whites, black, Peurto Ricans we was poor it was wack My mom tried her best I never graduated high school I learned to pump drugs and pack nines instead Became one of those violent heads have you on the respirator Even though the doctor know your mind is dead
x2 Necro and Ill Bill Walk around like Murder murder, kill kill Gun up in your grill Now you screamin chill chill Didn't have your steel Now you get your cap peeled This is our life, our life This is our life!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
