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Ill Bill - Gangsta Rap Lyrics

  • Hey yo, I smoke dust and shoot cops, sold guns to Tupac
  • Smoked blunts with Biggie Smalls and sold drugs on newlots
  • I was too young, couldnt get up in clubs back in the old days
  • We used rob and terrorize kids in front of homebase
  • If Funkmaster Flex was inside, rockin the whole place
  • We was outside, smacking kids and snatchin gold chains
  • Baggin mad pigeons, catchin mad digits, bad *****es
  • And when they husbands came around we had to blast bisquits
  • A bunch of bad Brooklyn kids that always had pistols
  • Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
  • And mad problems worshippin gangstas and bankrobbers
  • Watchin star fade startin fights and rap conscience (?)
  • Until we realized how to get the real money
  • Steal money, kidnap money, kill money
  • Its funny how the money make the whole world love you
  • Jealous cats hate you, dime pigeons
  • Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
  • Got the IRS lookin at you, wanna ***** you
  • Sniffin so much blow, you dont know if you can trust you
  • Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
  • Go against the Ill Bill, and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you
  • Leave you with a tube and ya throat to suck through (?)
  • We truck jewels, we dust brothers ***** mothers
  • You thugs love us, ? the gunslingers and drughustlers
  • Where my gangstas at?
  • [Cuts]
  • "Is you a gangsta?"
  • "With gangsta rap"

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