O G Money - I'm ill lyrics

rate me

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These bullets greet ya face like handshakes/

and splatter ya brains like syrup on pancakes/

I don't mind the hate/ but let me get this str8/

you the real? naw, you barbie doll fake/

i got that shottie flow/ get ya body blown/

with the chronic rolled/ tell me, is you modest?/ (Hell) Noooo/

these rappers so worthless/ I'm a monster dawg/

Flow perfect like Halle's tits in Monster ball/

keep it raw from the morning to the evening/

I lay a dude down, you'll be mourning if you breathing/

leave you fening/ O G on deck/

with that Money, Power, Respect/ every hour see a check/

I do the haze, but the sour be the best/

lookin' for dollars/ with my spanish chick cooking tamales/

Attention hotties/ (I'm ill)

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cock back, blast that/ 4-5 pass that/

niggas want to act like a pussy i'ma smash that/

nigga where the cash at/ running like a halfback/

everytime i smoke i mix the kush with the hash sack/

want it then i have that/ catch me on the ave. snatch/

up a duck nigga have em screaming like Aflac/

rollin' with a fat sack/ girl with a fat back/

get rid of crack sacks/ groovin' wit a backpack/

Ya mouth i'll smack that/ your house IRAQ that/

ya'll need to put on some weight, I shaq that/

Hit like blackjack/ your bitch i'll mack that/

not just fat sacks/ my dick's just that fat/

ya ho' I pack that/ know it gets hectic/

but I know she down for the flip like a teckdeck/

ha ha yeah nigga I recked it/

Money on the block so you know I had my hand out/

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I come so ill I'm as ill as it comes/

so if you come around here you'll be hearing the gun/

empty the clip/ dip/ while i'm refilling the gun/

give me rage pluse a gage and i'm killing it son/

give me the funds/ and a sack to spend it on/

big stacks in my slacks/ orange rag and fitted on/

H star, hood hat, groove anywhere wit it on/

don't think just react/ like my sacks/ I'm getting em gone/

Hittin' 'em home/ I swing my dick at the pitch/

that's why they call it a home run when I stick my dick in a bitch/

from the northwest to the southeast/

pullin' bitches like a sport all I need is my mouthpiece/ (put me in coach)

out east/ I get love like big pun/

I'm the prince of the westcoast, you want it come get some/

get hung like a hanger, I'ma certified Hoover banger/

with my A KKK damn right I'll shoot a nigga/

Then step back and throw my hood in a bastards face/

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Thanks to O G Money