ILL BILL - Billion$ On My Mind lyrics
[ILL BILL - Billion$ On My Mind lyrics]
ILL BILL: I don’t wear a chain
I snatch and bring them to
Jack at Albee Square Mall
Big homie, bringing it back
Farragut Road, Uncle Howie’s heroin habit's
No competition
These other rappers they’re all faggots
I keep it hotter than summer of 88
Jordan 3’s on my feet
Right before they dropped "Do
The right thing" beyond that, I’m top rank
Hard beats, hard raps
Million dollar contracts, billions
On my mind, man the kid is prepared
Always carrying pistols in pairs
I calculate like a digital scale
Kept it fresh even after
Non Phixion was staled
Crashing Ferraris like Vince Neil
After sniffing a rail
"ILL BILL be the future" is real
I’m Goon, homie
Like an ice pick in your ear
My beats lock you up like I
Hit your face with a brick, you half-dead
But my lines is still making you think
ILL BILL, LCN, this felon is venomous
And get more pussy like Hellen DeGeneres
Extra-intelligent, relevant, degenerate
From Canarsie’s cemetery to
The Glenwood tenements
Hang with gangs, bang beats
Bang with pistols anything that I’m involved
With bangs official
If she wants it like that
I'ma bang your sister
Run up on the president’s wife
And bang the system listen
Oh, y’all didn’t know I make beats, did you?
There is a lot y’all motherfuckers
Don’t know about me, man
2007, ILL BILL, The motherfucking Cult Leader
The Hour of Reprisal
La Coka Nostra’s A Brand You Can Trust
I don’t know if y’all motherfuckers is ready
You think they ready?
SLAINE:
Yo, you wanna fucking drive for me, man?
You got to get drunk before you drive
What the fuck
ILL BILL is the future, I’m the past
I’m a never-was whatever, let this shit play
Banging shit, fuck it
I snatch and bring them to
Jack at Albee Square Mall
Big homie, bringing it back
Farragut Road, Uncle Howie’s heroin habit's
No competition
These other rappers they’re all faggots
I keep it hotter than summer of 88
Jordan 3’s on my feet
Right before they dropped "Do
The right thing" beyond that, I’m top rank
Hard beats, hard raps
Million dollar contracts, billions
On my mind, man the kid is prepared
Always carrying pistols in pairs
I calculate like a digital scale
Kept it fresh even after
Non Phixion was staled
Crashing Ferraris like Vince Neil
After sniffing a rail
"ILL BILL be the future" is real
I’m Goon, homie
Like an ice pick in your ear
My beats lock you up like I
Hit your face with a brick, you half-dead
But my lines is still making you think
ILL BILL, LCN, this felon is venomous
And get more pussy like Hellen DeGeneres
Extra-intelligent, relevant, degenerate
From Canarsie’s cemetery to
The Glenwood tenements
Hang with gangs, bang beats
Bang with pistols anything that I’m involved
With bangs official
If she wants it like that
I'ma bang your sister
Run up on the president’s wife
And bang the system listen
Oh, y’all didn’t know I make beats, did you?
There is a lot y’all motherfuckers
Don’t know about me, man
2007, ILL BILL, The motherfucking Cult Leader
The Hour of Reprisal
La Coka Nostra’s A Brand You Can Trust
I don’t know if y’all motherfuckers is ready
You think they ready?
SLAINE:
Yo, you wanna fucking drive for me, man?
You got to get drunk before you drive
What the fuck
ILL BILL is the future, I’m the past
I’m a never-was whatever, let this shit play
Banging shit, fuck it