[Intro: Uncle Howie]
Glenwood motherfucking Projects! That was the fucking place, man. Fucking crack smoking all night, cooking it up, selling C4, weapons, blowguns, every motherfucking thing. What a fucking rush! We were cooking the shit up, and I smoked it up, and the Jamaicans man, they came back, fucking torched the place with me motherfuckingin it! I couldn't get out the fucking apartment, they locked me in, I had to go out the fucking window, it was fucking dynamite!
[Verse 1: ILL BILL]
ILL BILL, lost sanity, lost humanity
Lost in a maze of purple haze
Cannabis sativa, spit ether violently
Very vociferous, victorious
Hotter than a crematorium, I'll kill all of you
Kill your mother, fuck you, drop dead, faggot it's the dragon
.44 Magnum splatter you in front of your family
My firearms never be tired, up in the air
Throw a bullet up in each eye, and one in your ear
I speak heroin, breathe weed, sniff cocaine
Tweaked levels when I peeped Courtney kill Cobain
We got the whole world scratching their heads
Our life is like a hijacked airliner but we managed to win
Back to the crib, breaking up the cash and the brick
Having a bitch flashing the tits while you crashing the whip
Laughing at hoes taking facials in amateur flicks
While the ILL BILL album's kidnapping your kids
[Chorus: ILL BILL]
I put the D in the drugs and the G in the guns
I put the D in the dubs and the T in the thugs
I put the C in the 'caine and the P in the pain
The G in the game
Pop pop, three in your brain!
Glenwood motherfucking Projects! That was the fucking place, man. Fucking crack smoking all night, cooking it up, selling C4, weapons, blowguns, every motherfucking thing. What a fucking rush! We were cooking the shit up, and I smoked it up, and the Jamaicans man, they came back, fucking torched the place with me motherfuckingin it! I couldn't get out the fucking apartment, they locked me in, I had to go out the fucking window, it was fucking dynamite!
[Verse 1: ILL BILL]
ILL BILL, lost sanity, lost humanity
Lost in a maze of purple haze
Cannabis sativa, spit ether violently
Very vociferous, victorious
Hotter than a crematorium, I'll kill all of you
Kill your mother, fuck you, drop dead, faggot it's the dragon
.44 Magnum splatter you in front of your family
My firearms never be tired, up in the air
Throw a bullet up in each eye, and one in your ear
I speak heroin, breathe weed, sniff cocaine
Tweaked levels when I peeped Courtney kill Cobain
We got the whole world scratching their heads
Our life is like a hijacked airliner but we managed to win
Back to the crib, breaking up the cash and the brick
Having a bitch flashing the tits while you crashing the whip
Laughing at hoes taking facials in amateur flicks
While the ILL BILL album's kidnapping your kids
[Chorus: ILL BILL]
I put the D in the drugs and the G in the guns
I put the D in the dubs and the T in the thugs
I put the C in the 'caine and the P in the pain
The G in the game
Pop pop, three in your brain!
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