ILL BILL, Uncle Howie, Necro, Goretex - Glenwood Projects lyrics
[ILL BILL, Uncle Howie, Necro, Goretex - Glenwood Projects lyrics]
Glenwood motherfucking Projects! That was
The fucking place, man
Fucking crack smoking all night
Cooking it up, selling
C4, weapons, blowguns
Every motherfucking thing what a fucking
Rush! We were cooking the shit up
And I smoked
It up, and the Jamaicans man, they came back
Fucking torched the place with me
Motherfuckingin it! I couldn't
Get out the fucking apartment
They locked me in
I had to go out the fucking window
It was fucking dynamite!
ILL BILL, lost sanity, lost humanity
Lost in a maze of purple haze
Cannabis sativa, spit ether violently
Very vociferous, victorious
Hotter than a crematorium
I'll kill all of you
Kill your mother, fuck you, drop dead
Faggot it's the dragon
44 Magnum splatter you in
Front of your family
My firearms never be tired, up in the air
Throw a bullet up in each eye
And one in your ear
I speak heroin, breathe weed, sniff cocaine
Tweaked levels when I peeped
Courtney kill Cobain
We got the whole world scratching their heads
Our life is like a hijacked airliner
But we managed to win back to the crib
Breaking up the cash and the brick
Having a bitch flashing the tit's
While you crashing the whip
Laughing at hoes taking facials
In amateur flicks while the ILL BILL album's
Kidnapping your kids
I put the D in the drugs
And the G in the guns
I put the D in the dubs
And the T in the thugs
I put the C in the 'caine
And the P in the pain the G in the game
Pop pop, three in your brain!
I get impatient like a long bid
Get so vexed I hit the wrong kid
Shit gets awkward like I'm on a drug
And I can't get off it
Blank out, whip a shank out
Treat you like Viet Cong
Hit you like the weed in a bong
Your pussy like a G-string and thong
You think I'm sick? Fucked up? Oh am I?
You think you can't die?
Don't think you're crazy 'cause
The year passed by
Beat you down with my fucking hands tied
Now change your attitude
Before you get cracked
From different latitudes
By kids that are mad at you
They expect gratitude, I'll strike a foe
Even if you don't know me you
Better act like you know
Especially if you're soft
I've earned my stripes like Schwarzkopf
The gun I bust off will tear
Through your clothes like a moth
You're sloppy
Cuz you start beef and then cop pleas
But not me!
I put the D in the drugs
And the G in the guns
I put the D in the dubs
And the T in the thugs
I put the C in the 'caine
And the P in the pain the G in the game
Pop pop, three in your brain!
I rock sickening raps like Woody
Allen flares beach hats
Or John Hinckley run up on
Politicians with ski caps
Laser weapons, I bleed coke
Happiness is like a warm gun
Run in your crib slitting your G's throat
Cruise the block whipping UZI's and pop
Losing the cops
Whether New Lots or zooming through Watts
The newest space suit
Love rocking titties like grapefruit's
Phase two, Rasta-ice inverted Jesus
I'm up in Fatburger, Beck's and codeine
So clean, pinstriped gat runners are OG's
Serving the fiends crack, dope and weed
Glenwood Projects
We living the American dream
Screaming, "Hey pelican!" with trains of
Coke on my cock handle bars like Vivica
With nipples and crotch
We toured drive-bys on the
Mongoose with Glocks
This ain't rhetorical, the story gets worse
Funny you get shot!
I put the D in the drugs
And the G in the guns
I put the D in the dubs
And the T in the thugs
I put the C in the 'caine
And the P in the pain the G in the game
Pop pop, three in your brain!
The fucking place, man
Fucking crack smoking all night
Cooking it up, selling
C4, weapons, blowguns
Every motherfucking thing what a fucking
Rush! We were cooking the shit up
And I smoked
It up, and the Jamaicans man, they came back
Fucking torched the place with me
Motherfuckingin it! I couldn't
Get out the fucking apartment
They locked me in
I had to go out the fucking window
It was fucking dynamite!
ILL BILL, lost sanity, lost humanity
Lost in a maze of purple haze
Cannabis sativa, spit ether violently
Very vociferous, victorious
Hotter than a crematorium
I'll kill all of you
Kill your mother, fuck you, drop dead
Faggot it's the dragon
44 Magnum splatter you in
Front of your family
My firearms never be tired, up in the air
Throw a bullet up in each eye
And one in your ear
I speak heroin, breathe weed, sniff cocaine
Tweaked levels when I peeped
Courtney kill Cobain
We got the whole world scratching their heads
Our life is like a hijacked airliner
But we managed to win back to the crib
Breaking up the cash and the brick
Having a bitch flashing the tit's
While you crashing the whip
Laughing at hoes taking facials
In amateur flicks while the ILL BILL album's
Kidnapping your kids
I put the D in the drugs
And the G in the guns
I put the D in the dubs
And the T in the thugs
I put the C in the 'caine
And the P in the pain the G in the game
Pop pop, three in your brain!
I get impatient like a long bid
Get so vexed I hit the wrong kid
Shit gets awkward like I'm on a drug
And I can't get off it
Blank out, whip a shank out
Treat you like Viet Cong
Hit you like the weed in a bong
Your pussy like a G-string and thong
You think I'm sick? Fucked up? Oh am I?
You think you can't die?
Don't think you're crazy 'cause
The year passed by
Beat you down with my fucking hands tied
Now change your attitude
Before you get cracked
From different latitudes
By kids that are mad at you
They expect gratitude, I'll strike a foe
Even if you don't know me you
Better act like you know
Especially if you're soft
I've earned my stripes like Schwarzkopf
The gun I bust off will tear
Through your clothes like a moth
You're sloppy
Cuz you start beef and then cop pleas
But not me!
I put the D in the drugs
And the G in the guns
I put the D in the dubs
And the T in the thugs
I put the C in the 'caine
And the P in the pain the G in the game
Pop pop, three in your brain!
I rock sickening raps like Woody
Allen flares beach hats
Or John Hinckley run up on
Politicians with ski caps
Laser weapons, I bleed coke
Happiness is like a warm gun
Run in your crib slitting your G's throat
Cruise the block whipping UZI's and pop
Losing the cops
Whether New Lots or zooming through Watts
The newest space suit
Love rocking titties like grapefruit's
Phase two, Rasta-ice inverted Jesus
I'm up in Fatburger, Beck's and codeine
So clean, pinstriped gat runners are OG's
Serving the fiends crack, dope and weed
Glenwood Projects
We living the American dream
Screaming, "Hey pelican!" with trains of
Coke on my cock handle bars like Vivica
With nipples and crotch
We toured drive-bys on the
Mongoose with Glocks
This ain't rhetorical, the story gets worse
Funny you get shot!
I put the D in the drugs
And the G in the guns
I put the D in the dubs
And the T in the thugs
I put the C in the 'caine
And the P in the pain the G in the game
Pop pop, three in your brain!