RZA - Billy lyrics

Eh yo, man, fuckin' mothafuckin' Billy, man
Yeah, man
That mothafucka, man, just called me and shit
From fuckin', uh, some county jail, man
Down South or some shit
He's mothafuckin' crazy
I thought that nigga was comin' here
Next week too and shit
But I guess he went down South with
Them fuckin' white boys and shit
You know he love hangin' with
Them white boys and shit

Yo, yo, yo, Billy
He sniffed dope and swallow acid
Took gulps of colt classics smoked hashes
Tote plastic Glocks and low jackets
Cross country
Cousin Billy with forty monkeys
Twenty white honkys
Harley Davidson bike junkies
In a convoy escapin' from Rosco P co
And those four redneck cops who
Had Rodney in a sleephold
The SWAT team, US army shock team
The snipers who shot King, infrared dot beams
Aimed at windshields, gas tanks and wheels
From the bank they yanked the mil
Hot lead and stainless steel
Shot through the helmets
Cracked heads like Hellmanns jars
Ripped through the roofs and blew
The hood off the car
ATF, FBI, DEA, chopper in the sky
Eye witness news on standby
Bill Beutel, it was Mit from the metly
Mint leaf tea dipped in PCP
Hit to the head like a DDT
Hard on the gut like Mc DLT
C-cipher punks put the APB
On these destroyers who was drunk off the J&B
Ran up in A&P, hit the safe at P&C
Documentary on A&E, eight PM eST
Five PT, the ho tapin' on VCR
Three victims shot, one was saved by CPR
Fuckin' Billy be wildin'
Like Robert L lee or Stonewall Jackson
He always out for action
I was at an eighteen
Hole golf course relaxin'
When I received the collect call
BOODOODOODOO collect call from cousin Billy

(Eh yo, Bobby, I'm in trouble)
Yo, what's goin' on, cousin?
What the fuck, man?
(Listen, yo I need fifty thousand)
Oh sh -, eh yo, Kinetic check it out
Nigga said he need fifty fuckin' g's Son
(Listen, yo, we got into a fight
In the bar, shit was just crazy) eh yo
I heard you was fuckin' with
The white boy Tommy again
Takin' that acid, nigga
(yeah, oh yeah, we chillin' though
I just need you to come get me, for real)
No problem, son
Yo, I'll send my nigga Kinetic down
To get you and shit (Aight)
Aight, there it is