Legend Has It ILL BILL

[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
A drug deal gone bad, dead drug dealers, dead D.T.’s
A duffel bag of yayo, at least seven keys
Pool party, shootout veteran, call me Jim Shooter
Horse Cock, Lefty Two Guns with twin Rugers
Grand Theft Auto, sawed-off shotty party
Canarsie Artie, rep the hood
The rap John Tardy with nines on me
Tell me who you be or you be gone
We squeeze chromes, stop you in your tracks
Fuck up your life like teen moms
One Hour Photo, creep out like Mork From Ork
Use the HK to speak when I talk the talk
Walk quietly and pop with the MP7
Put it to your melon, pop off and empty seven
Split you in half like when my mom and dad was divorced
Me and my peoples be the real life Gangs of New York
I’m so sick with it, I spit it like Cannibal Corpse
We be causing a moshpit like Cro-Mags at L'Amours
So who you think this is, ILL Bill, ride and I’m gone
Horrifying like a Time Square suicide bomb
Beyond and beyond, we let the drama start
Terrorize you like freedom fighters
Exploding on the streets of Islamabad
Unapproachable, unfriendly, untouchable
Bullet-proof, torture you to death, punish you
Connect heart, react like Colombian death squad
Funded by CIA drug money, possessed by