me where I wanna go now. But I gotta make the money for it and it?s not that easy nowadays. [Chorus] My uncle shoots heroin, my father used to do cocaine My
get me where I wanna go now. But I gotta make the money for it and it?s not that easy nowadays. [Chorus] My uncle shoots heroin, my father used to do cocaine My
toes while you get wet to my flows I get turned on by the belly piercing Your little ring in your nose Decision makin you chose Smell my cologne, fluctuatin
their back Rappers with panty-liners, rent cars, with no recliners I get ill, serve the best MC's with Massengil While crowds chill, take your haltertops, down to Big Bill
s tapped let's pretend you on my lap [Amil] I'm bouncin up and down with my shoulders back Nigga you like that You see you runnin up my bill Mama
nigga A whole lot changed since my brother left (I can feel you, baby) And since my mother?s death (I can feel you, baby) But as time past, I could see my
my mind is ferocious I spit for gangstas and baby decks that defy prognosis It's Ill Bill, my reality's my psychosis [Chorus x4] [Goretex] What does that spell? It spells Non Phixion my
, take it back Like a instant replay, live in the PJ's, watching my uncle Freebase Analyzing the angles on a fiend's face I learn to love my trees lace
in peace You still here though Word up This goes out to you Mary parker, loretta randall Grandfather bill Runy manuel, robert n'blangio Uncle c, alicia elon Giovanni [guru] To my
me insane Money's on my motherfuckin brain From O-Z's to ki's the triple beam brings fame to my name Money's on my motherfuckin brain Niggaz be
up on your backside and joox you [VERSE 1] with the water from my teapot your bone ??? I'm scorching clock me with caution 'cause my evil I inflict misfortune my
's about polish maids And Mitch already told you about homemade blades Shout out to Ill Bill and Uncle Chris And Weena reppin Florida Drive around pumpin Foreigner Twenty million like Journey My
necks in a bed having sex. AS THERES FEETS GROOVING! told the dirty skanky whore to start moving. (ILL Bill) Verse 3: watch your back my raps are sick like uncle
nosed. Its too late if you just noticed that you've been followed home.Look into my eyes, hollow holed, Ill Bill, cold-blooded demon fronm hell without
to lose that title Turnin' vital situations suicidal, my idols, is my uncles Who started smokin' weed outta Bibles Gave me a puff when I bust my first
jumped in the game without my uncle's permission Makin', solvin' my family's wishes through whatever conditions I'm workin' trappin' servin' kitchens with intentions to get in my
