D12 - Steel Ill lyrics

Yeah, I said hospital bills
That's really real
Uh, uh, hospital bills, Kuniva's really ill

Somebody tell Mr to get the
Chains off the door
Your highness, stupid and lower
And lower she on the floor
I'm feeling her, Mr, here for the nutter
Brown paper bag pimpin' and I'm
Looking like "what up?"

Cutter's eyes
Finger popping bitches on the steely
We get to cutting up like some Puerto Ricans
You can smell the stank on
Us like we outta Sequin
Peep it, squeeze the heat to frequent
Why not why blow up my spot? Cause
Y'all both got shot
Now check it, feeling Nancy


Still in the pantry, until I'm manly
That's not a punchline
I'm really feeling Nancy
Me and the clique, we mobbing
Performing Kama Sutra all on your broad
While you in the booth sounding like Future
We fucking with condoms, we
Fucking with condoms, yeah
We fucking with condoms, we
Fucking with condoms, yeah

Ayo, hospital bills, that's really real
We actually still, clumsy with the bullets
Man is Mac really stale? (yeah)
Does nine really spill (yeah)
I said, hospital bills, that's really real
Actually still, clumsy with the bullets, man
Does mine really spill
I said Denaun's really ill (yeah, yeah)

Ayo, niggas keep popping off
Bet I get his fam hit
Lightning with the hands
Credit it to the Shazam shit
Crowds come from miles out just
To see the man spit i can't send dick pics
The shit won't fit the bandwidth (whoo)
The 19's backpack, fuck who you stand with
Play a couple jams that make you two sit
Pack gats bigger than Shaq in a Kazam flick
We ran out of body bags
I'm hoping the Saran fit
Call Olivia Pope, and Fitz
They won't get you damn wit's
Of this hell sandwich
I'm trying to learn to speak Español, yo
Me and Han Solo went to a Bon Jo show
Wearing bucket jackets with Decepticon logos
Transformer with the Upper
Ashelon flow though
The nine's more sorta like Alonzo
Head honcho
You're more like Gonzo in a poncho
I am Carlito Brigante you are Donnie Brasco
I am now with the Illuminati
They want me to sacrifice Ashanti
With the dagger of Asante, fuck it, uh, what
I got the knife

Ayo, hospital bills, that's really real
We actually still, clumsy with the bullets
Man is Mac really stale? (yeah)
Does nine really spill (yeah)
I said, hospital bills, that's really real
Actually still, clumsy with the bullets, man
Does mine really spill
I said Denaun's really ill (yeah, yeah)

(Hahaha, yeah) Sexy male dancer
But I'm hardly working
Adidas and Nike suit on
But I'm steadily burping
Handicapped ugly bitch
But I'm steadily flirting
Jacking off in the Walmart
(Bitch, close the curtains) Smoking
Dope with cab drivers
I'm past tired, black fire
The fat Michael Myers
I'm at the bar, buying a lot of drinks
She said "fuck Bizarre"
But she eating a lot of shanks
Be scared as hell she think I'ma shoot
I ain't tryna get your number bitch
I'm trying to get a booze before we fuck
I told her "you owe me Slim Shady"
After I bust a nut? Bitch, you must be crazy!
I'm on couple's therapy
Popping pills and drinking gin
I know it's a sin, but I'm attracted to men
(Pause) no pause, a lot of balls
In my dirty ass jaws

Ayo, hospital bills, that's really real
We actually still, clumsy with the bullets
Man is Mac really stale? (yeah)
Does nine really spill (yeah)
I said, hospital bills, that's really real
Actually still, clumsy with the bullets, man
Does mine really spill
I said Denaun's really ill (yeah, yeah)