Slaine, Q-Unique, ILL BILL - Crillionaires lyrics
[Slaine, Q-Unique, ILL BILL - Crillionaires lyrics]
Witnessin the sinister
Spittin on your minister
Splittin up your skin
Clip and trigger will diminish ya
Torch the competitor
Score and get ahead of ya
Work a drone alien at war with the Predator
Boba Fett bounty hunter
Best King's County gunner
Q they go to trial when you
Found dead down and under
Hear the sound of Thunder, enter the God Thor
Standing with the hammer killer
What you think you shot for?
You tried to cut the line
You tried to fuck with mine
"Criminal Minded" third track
Killer buckin nines
You wanna sleep stupid? Go ahead, hit the hay
When I pop shots, watch bullets ricochet
Reputed mob boss make the drop off
Enemies are shakin when they heard
A shotty pop off +Night of the Living Dead+
Kill 'em in the morn
I'm on an "Award Tour" with
The +Children of the Corn+
We Crillionaires
Won't stop till we millionaires
Popping off Mac milli shells fill the air
Leaving you see through
Bullet through your people
When we creep through we street
Sweeper Grim Reap' you
I come from a world where things
Are not always what they seem
Use symbols to connect into your dreams
And nightmares
Thieves of the night scale skyscrapers
And dive out of windows
Like characters from Hollywood films
This ain't no movie script
It's excitingly real
Nuclear devices the size of a pill
Lightning in a test tube, write me the bill
Black budgets
Hundreds of billions of dollars in funding
Private gunmen hunted by governments
I'm havin fun with it
But hardly sleep, aim my RPG, spark your D
Pop the Marines
The steel was given to me by the Elohim
I rock your motherfuckin
Block into smithereens
Sell you pistols cheap
Take the bread and flip 'em into ki's
Then flip it back to bread
Bubble like Actifed
You can buy yourself a small
Army if you act correct
You could catch a bullet in
Your brain at the red
You could overthrow the free world
While you laugh at death
We Crillionaires
Won't stop till we millionaires
Popping off Mac milli shells fill the air
Leaving you see through
Bullet through your people
When we creep through we street
Sweeper Grim Reap' you
You should know who we are
Throw a motherfucker from a movin car
Tell em I'm a movie star
Run into a groupie's bra
Rip the sample off man
Fuck what kind of rules there are
Rip the sample off the song
Beat you with the blues guitar
Frequent in the nudie bar
Live inside the drug den
Told me I'm a has-been
That's just what I was then
I'm a fucking will-be, I'm innocent
I'm takin what I want until they kill me
Or they find me guilty i'm filthy
In this dirty business full of sunken labels
Half these cats are products of
Cash and drunken fables
'til they come across the cats that'll
Leave you with the punctured navel
Cut the fuck up like a plucked tomato
Gun to the cradle bumpin somethin
I got you pumpin something fatal
'til you wake up in a
Trunk with jumper cables
'til you wake up and
You're surrounded by angels
We Crillionaires
Won't stop till we millionaires
Popping off Mac milli shells fill the air
Leaving you see through
Bullet through your people
When we creep through we street
Sweeper Grim Reap' you
Q-Unique, Ill Bill
Slaine in this motherfucker crillionaires'!
Spittin on your minister
Splittin up your skin
Clip and trigger will diminish ya
Torch the competitor
Score and get ahead of ya
Work a drone alien at war with the Predator
Boba Fett bounty hunter
Best King's County gunner
Q they go to trial when you
Found dead down and under
Hear the sound of Thunder, enter the God Thor
Standing with the hammer killer
What you think you shot for?
You tried to cut the line
You tried to fuck with mine
"Criminal Minded" third track
Killer buckin nines
You wanna sleep stupid? Go ahead, hit the hay
When I pop shots, watch bullets ricochet
Reputed mob boss make the drop off
Enemies are shakin when they heard
A shotty pop off +Night of the Living Dead+
Kill 'em in the morn
I'm on an "Award Tour" with
The +Children of the Corn+
We Crillionaires
Won't stop till we millionaires
Popping off Mac milli shells fill the air
Leaving you see through
Bullet through your people
When we creep through we street
Sweeper Grim Reap' you
I come from a world where things
Are not always what they seem
Use symbols to connect into your dreams
And nightmares
Thieves of the night scale skyscrapers
And dive out of windows
Like characters from Hollywood films
This ain't no movie script
It's excitingly real
Nuclear devices the size of a pill
Lightning in a test tube, write me the bill
Black budgets
Hundreds of billions of dollars in funding
Private gunmen hunted by governments
I'm havin fun with it
But hardly sleep, aim my RPG, spark your D
Pop the Marines
The steel was given to me by the Elohim
I rock your motherfuckin
Block into smithereens
Sell you pistols cheap
Take the bread and flip 'em into ki's
Then flip it back to bread
Bubble like Actifed
You can buy yourself a small
Army if you act correct
You could catch a bullet in
Your brain at the red
You could overthrow the free world
While you laugh at death
We Crillionaires
Won't stop till we millionaires
Popping off Mac milli shells fill the air
Leaving you see through
Bullet through your people
When we creep through we street
Sweeper Grim Reap' you
You should know who we are
Throw a motherfucker from a movin car
Tell em I'm a movie star
Run into a groupie's bra
Rip the sample off man
Fuck what kind of rules there are
Rip the sample off the song
Beat you with the blues guitar
Frequent in the nudie bar
Live inside the drug den
Told me I'm a has-been
That's just what I was then
I'm a fucking will-be, I'm innocent
I'm takin what I want until they kill me
Or they find me guilty i'm filthy
In this dirty business full of sunken labels
Half these cats are products of
Cash and drunken fables
'til they come across the cats that'll
Leave you with the punctured navel
Cut the fuck up like a plucked tomato
Gun to the cradle bumpin somethin
I got you pumpin something fatal
'til you wake up in a
Trunk with jumper cables
'til you wake up and
You're surrounded by angels
We Crillionaires
Won't stop till we millionaires
Popping off Mac milli shells fill the air
Leaving you see through
Bullet through your people
When we creep through we street
Sweeper Grim Reap' you
Q-Unique, Ill Bill
Slaine in this motherfucker crillionaires'!