ILL BILL, U.G. (Cella Dwellas) - We Not Playing lyrics
[ILL BILL, U.G. Cella Dwellas - We Not Playing lyrics]
It's Ill Bill and UG
Hollow points will fill your mug
We not playing
I'm just saying we real for real
In the booth we let it spill yeah we body it
Hey yo cash rules everything around me nigga
A blast move everything around me with the
HK I spit bars and get nookie
Tell your bitch to chill
She might get snookied
Anderson Silva bars, chokehold
Either tap out or you'll black out
It's that easy, flow off the heezy
Heat leave your brain all over the
Floor where your feet be
UG be one of the best
Plus Ill Bill, that equals fuck the rest
Fuck the world, I'm fucking your girl
I'm fucked up off of the Yak
I jump in the booth and body the track
Pull out the shotty and clap
I'm like a suicidal jihadi attack
Try to react, pull yourself together
Keep your body intact
Stuff your own intestines back in your
Body then shotgun you back
Yeah I chopped you in half
Bouncing with a hundred thousand in cash
Top half of your body still
Talking mountains of trash
Point blank range
One for you the sound of the gats
A murder machine that's constantly
Evolving with class
This is Ill Bill homie, hardcore like Esham
Jump out the green van with
A ratchet in each hand
Fuck you talking to? Talk to the pistol
Seeing visions of demons in
A sorcerer's crystal
It's official homie, listen
Mind like Einstein, grind like Russell
Gotti-like ties, won't cost to touch you
I'm much too nice, I destroy the booth
Paul Pierce flow homie here
Your boy's the truth
My rap flows like capsules with crack in it
You lack flows, you assholes are wack in it
Makes me sick, I spit bars well
Y'all DC comics my nigga I'm Marvel
My art sells, I'm ark shell, I crush niggas
You Carvel soft as shit, I flush niggas
With IDE on the track it's the classic
Anywhere anybody bet I smash it
And never sleep, we insomniac
Always popping and rob a diamond or
Pizza guy in the lobby rap
Now puff a Phillie on the roof music
Glenwood Projects where I started
My goon movement
Apartment 2C, ultramagnetic like Kool Keith
I new UG before you MCs dropped blue cheese
? legacy carved in the stone wall in granite
From playing Commodore 64 to
Touring the planet
Stairwell Farragut Road capture the flow
They closed South Shore High
School ratchets explode
My firearms are not user-friendly
Ill Bill aka Shooter Jennings
You fuck around you'll meet a gruesome ending
Hollow points will fill your mug
We not playing
I'm just saying we real for real
In the booth we let it spill yeah we body it
Hey yo cash rules everything around me nigga
A blast move everything around me with the
HK I spit bars and get nookie
Tell your bitch to chill
She might get snookied
Anderson Silva bars, chokehold
Either tap out or you'll black out
It's that easy, flow off the heezy
Heat leave your brain all over the
Floor where your feet be
UG be one of the best
Plus Ill Bill, that equals fuck the rest
Fuck the world, I'm fucking your girl
I'm fucked up off of the Yak
I jump in the booth and body the track
Pull out the shotty and clap
I'm like a suicidal jihadi attack
Try to react, pull yourself together
Keep your body intact
Stuff your own intestines back in your
Body then shotgun you back
Yeah I chopped you in half
Bouncing with a hundred thousand in cash
Top half of your body still
Talking mountains of trash
Point blank range
One for you the sound of the gats
A murder machine that's constantly
Evolving with class
This is Ill Bill homie, hardcore like Esham
Jump out the green van with
A ratchet in each hand
Fuck you talking to? Talk to the pistol
Seeing visions of demons in
A sorcerer's crystal
It's official homie, listen
Mind like Einstein, grind like Russell
Gotti-like ties, won't cost to touch you
I'm much too nice, I destroy the booth
Paul Pierce flow homie here
Your boy's the truth
My rap flows like capsules with crack in it
You lack flows, you assholes are wack in it
Makes me sick, I spit bars well
Y'all DC comics my nigga I'm Marvel
My art sells, I'm ark shell, I crush niggas
You Carvel soft as shit, I flush niggas
With IDE on the track it's the classic
Anywhere anybody bet I smash it
And never sleep, we insomniac
Always popping and rob a diamond or
Pizza guy in the lobby rap
Now puff a Phillie on the roof music
Glenwood Projects where I started
My goon movement
Apartment 2C, ultramagnetic like Kool Keith
I new UG before you MCs dropped blue cheese
? legacy carved in the stone wall in granite
From playing Commodore 64 to
Touring the planet
Stairwell Farragut Road capture the flow
They closed South Shore High
School ratchets explode
My firearms are not user-friendly
Ill Bill aka Shooter Jennings
You fuck around you'll meet a gruesome ending