Ill Bill - Glenwood Projects (Snippet) (feat. Uncle Howie & Necro) Lyrics
[Uncle Howie]"Glenwood mother-*****in' Projects, that was the *****in' place man. *****in'crack smoking all night. Cookin' it up, sellin' C4, weapons, blowguns, everymother-*****in' thing - what a *****in' rush. We were cookin' the shit up, an'I smoked it up an' the Jamaicans man, they came back, *****in' torched theplace, with me mother-*****in' in it! I couldn't get out the *****inapartment, they locked me in, I had to go out the *****in window, it was*****in' dynamite!"[Ill Bill]Ill Bill lost sanity - lost humanityLost in a maze of purple haze, cannabis sativa - spit ether - violentlyVery vociferous victorious - hotter than a crematorium - I'll kill all of youKill you mother-***** you - Drop dead faggit it's the dragon.44 Magnum - splatter you in front of your familyMy fire arms, never be tired - up in the airThrow a bullet up in each eye an' one in ya earI speak heroin, breathe weed, sniff cocaineTweaked levels when I peeped Courtney kill CobainWe got the whole world scratching they headsLife is like a high-jacked airliner, but we managed to winBack to the crib, breakin up the cats in the brigHavin a ***** - flashin the tits - While you crashing the whipLaughin at hoes, taking fakerss to amateur flicksWhile the Ill Bill albums kidnapping your kids[Chorus Ill Bill x2]I put the D into Drugs an' the G into GunsI put the D into Dubs an' the T into ThugsI put the C into 'Caine an' the P into PainThe G into Game, Pop-Pop three in ya brain[Necro]I get impatient like a long bid - get so vexed I hit the wrong kidShit gets awkward, like I'm on a drug an' I can't get off itBlank out rip a shank outTreat you like Vietcong - hit you like the weed in a bongYour ***** like a G-string or thongYou think I'm sick? *****ed up? Oh am I?You think you can't die?Don't think your crazy cuz a years passed byBeat you down with my *****in' hands tiedNow change your attitude, before you get cracked from different latitudesBy kids that are mad at you they expect gratitudeI'll strike a foe - even if you don't know me you better act like you knowEspecially if you're soft I've earned my stripes like SchwarzkopfThe gun I bust off will tear through your clothes like a mothYour sloppy, cuz you start beef, and cop please, but not me[Chorus Ill Bill x2]I put the D into Drugs an' the G into GunsI put the D into Dubs an' the T into ThugsI put the C into 'Caine an' the P into PainThe G into Game, Pop-Pop three in ya brain[Goretex]I rock sickening raps like Woody Allen flares beach hatsA John Hinckley run up on politicians with ski capsLaser weapons I bleed coke, happiness is like a warm gunRun in ya crib slitting ya G's throatCruise the block, whippin' uzi's an' popLoosin the cops, whether new lots or zooming through WattsThe newest space suite, love rocking titties like grapefruitsPhase two - Rasta-ice inverted "Hey-Zeus" (Jesus)I'm up in fat burger bag some codeineSo clean, pinstripe gat runners are Old G'sserving the fiends crack, dope and weedGlenwood projects - we living the American dreamScreaming "hey pelican" trains of coke on my *****Handle bars like "Vivica" with nipples and crotchWe toured - drive-bys on the mongoose with glocksThis ain't rhetorical, the story gets worse you get shot[Chorus Ill Bill x2]I put the D into Drugs an' the G into GunsI put the D into Dubs an' the T into ThugsI put the C into 'Caine an' the P into PainThe G into Game, Pop-Pop three in ya brain
