Howie Made Me Do It ILL BILL (Ft. Cyn Roc, E-Dot & Steven King)

[Hook: Steven King]

I hear loud niggas talking but they don’t really want it
My gauge’ll blow your motherfucking brains out
Soon as you act retarded the gat’ll start sparking
I’ll show you what my motherfucking name bout
I’mma do what I gotta do, I ain’t taking no shorts
And get away clean cause I paid off the courts
It’s real, duke, I ain’t playing, this shit ain’t a game
I’mma burn you to flames cause Howie made me do it

[Verse 1: Steven King]

It’s Steven King, I spit nothing but classics
And it’s ill how I turn beef to nothing but caskets
And your grill look like the Expedition done crashed it
I’m like a bunny rabbit, I be taking your carats
More money more drama, don’t make me catch an open case
For opening your face, you’re soft like Hostess cake
I wanna live fat, I gotta eat what Oprah ate
So I hold niggas up with the one plus eight
I’m the man of the year
You so whack that niggas put their hands on their ears
And tell you, “Shut the fuck up.”
And the only dog that roll with you is on the Fedex truck
Now here’s the score: ten-zip and I ain’t talking about the disc
I’m talking about extended clips, smoking in expensive whips
Four-four’s the end of shit, give you a Hell’s membership
I been equipped, don’t ever forget it like elephants
You violate I’ll put a hole in your melon