Discover, twenty years ago I fucked your mother I'm a born junky, I'll never recover [Chorus x2] Let me get that needle, pass it, when it comes to bein' the dope fiend
, measure Discover, twenty years ago I fucked your mother I'm a born junky, I'll never recover [Chorus x2] Let me get that needle, pass it, when it comes to bein' the dope fiend
effect Is now play with a half deck collective it is for my lady on the first see cause I aint stacking nothing but bills trying to live Quinton a fiends
your hand You?re mad as fuck and won?t take it no more Buck shots in the air like you ready for war [Chorus] [Verse 3: Ill Bill] We don?t die, we
You can?t kill Bill, that was a movie, you can?t move me Bitch stand ? of an Uzi or AK-47?s I?m already dead, it?s Ill Bill, the 2011 Mellie Mell Motherfucker
fuckin apartment, they locked me in, I had to go out the fuckin window, it was fuckin' dynamite!" [Ill Bill] Ill Bill lost sanity - lost humanity Lost
of a heartless Nigga, from out the gutter, spit it and don't stutter I'm a gangsta, raised around the dope fiends and hustlers But silence is golden
overachievers O.G.s and young thugs wanna hold heaters One love real niggas not gettin' out to make a deal nigga I leave a nigga head numb like Bill
men turned to savages I call it for you statistics and averages And so we grow up with these hopes and dreams Like the world getting labeling us as dope and fiends
symphony is you and your crew It's the danger dome using the maestro zone Like supertramp take the long way home I used to ill, now I build Rock rhymes like bills
[Ill Bill] How can I make a clear decision in the haze of drugs? Prostitutes & Guns I stumble up the ladder with Sabac and Chunk By my side when I ride
the militia Chorus Verse three: freddie foxxx You niggaz owe me for my rhymes, I come to collect For you dope fiend niggaz in rap, I here to inject
chrome I want a crack house so fiends could black out [Sticky Fingaz] I want a hundred mil tax free in big unmarked bills If I dont get it, tampons
Niggaz appendages of evil as if fingers on Shaitan hand Searchin keep lookin for, the drugs are beamin up Illuminati ill experiment, maybe that's a fiend
the fuckin apartment, they locked me in, I had to go out the fuckin window, it was fuckin' dynamite!" [Ill Bill] Ill Bill lost sanity - lost humanity
gun in your hand You?re mad as fuck and won?t take it no more Buck shots in the air like you ready for war [Chorus] [Verse 3: Ill Bill] We don?t die
