Pain Gang ILL BILL (Ft. B-Real, Everlast & Uncle Howie)

[Intro]
You been to jail before?
Me? Of course I’ve been to jail. They don’t even want me in jail no more, I’m too old now. They want guys like you

[Hook: Ill Bill]
Bloods and Crips, the Ñietas, Latin Kings, Disciples, and Vice Lords
All crews that bang
Vatos Locos, Four Corner Hustler thing, the Mexican Mafia
All crews that bang
Al-Qaeda, CIA, Hamas, the Mossad, NYPD
All crews that bang
Non Phixion, Cypress Hill, House of Pain, La Coka Nostra
All crews that bang

[Verse 1: B-Real]
From Don Corleone or to Tony Montana
Whatever you are, homie, bikers or bandanas
Riders who cock hammers and soldiers who roll deep
I’m a child of the night, homie I don’t sleep
My crew, we slow creep while you’re counting your sheep
We bang on anybody stepping up they bleed in the street
Maybe you got what it takes to lead a team of cutthroats
Maybe you hang around with a crew of fuckholes
Fakes, frauds, fictional bangers
Never held a heater til you had someone take your picture
Looking invincible with it, you did it for glory
Some did it for real and others they tell stories
But the collective we have here’s respected
Making you an offer you should never reject it
You roll with the bowl over, baby the math is simple
It’s pop pop pop in your temple