I'm ILL - Dj Thoro, Big Mike, Cassidy

Brraah, I’m ill, I’m ill, I’m ill

Brraah, brraah, I’m ill, I’m ill, I’m ill, I’m ill

Brraah, brraah, mothafucka I’m ill, mothafucka I’m ill, mothafucka I’m ill

Brraah, brraah, I’m ill, I’m ill, I’m ill, I’m ill

Time to let you niggas know

Every single bar full of crack, yeah this nigga dope

I get you niggas smoked

Clap until you down, in the Cadi and I’m laughin' at you clowns like you niggas

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I’m on top homie hit the flo'

Think it’s good till that 'hood nigga disappear like Gorilla Zoe

Cali mad at me, niggas say I got a Jigga flow

Lil bit of Biggie in me, Henny in me mixed with dro

Chubby, yeah I stay in the streets

Speed passed, ski mask, yeah I’m blazin' police

Thank Mob Duke for raising a G

So I can cut a nigga off a D Wade team, wavin' the heat

Try beat me, niggas need a code

You fuckin' with the wrong nigga like Keyshia Cole

I’ll buy the lot, you can’t even lease the Rolls

Way below a bomb flow, probably never see the gold

Probably wonder why I’m fuckin' with Cass

Or why he fuckin' with Jag, got bars, both fuckin' with cash

Thats a bro though don’t get it twisted out

Quickly I’ll grip the shot, chh-chh, split ya top

I took all the shots you ain’t even get the rock

Probably never come out, you’re lucky if you get the flock

Yeah, point 'em out, I’ma fire hood

Labels tryna pay me to stay with mommy and Tiger Woods

Homie talkin crap, I’ma snap just like a liger wood

Homie say I’m crack from the jump, you can’t deny he good

Cats so soft that you can’t show off

And that gat go off in your back rolls off

That’s my back down mojo

Trust if I run out of bullets, we gon' turn this into Pacquiao, Cotto

I’m livin' a movie, this is an outtake

I’m ill, probably never get cured, I got the outbreak

Brraah, I’m ill, I’m ill, I’m ill

Brraah, brraah, I’m ill, I’m ill, I’m ill, I’m ill

Brraah, brraah, mothafucka I’m ill, mothafucka I’m ill, mothafucka I’m ill

Brraah, brraah, I’m ill, I’m ill, I’m ill, I’m ill

I know you folks seen dope fiends

Folks scream they dope but they more like codeine

I know you bluffin' I’m Heron, you Robitussin

My punchlines disgusting and my flow mean

Ayo my new hoe so mean

That when I hit it from the back, I be tryna tap the whole spleen

I just like to hear a hoe scream

When I’m poppin', I be rockin' that thing like the Bo Dream

I’m fresh to death, I’m so clean

And you cats like black coffee, never had no cream

There’s no team on the face of this earth

That could fuck with my family, we hotter than Miami

Beach, memorial week with my eye candy

We half naked, I talk reckless, they can’t stand me

But I get it poppin' like Zanny

So they be like «Damn, he cute, he could get inside my panties»

I got my dick sucked and fucked, your son mad at me

I’m a Cadi truck and you a Camry, hand me

Any damn gun and I can shoot that shit

I’m a soldier, salute that shit, you a bitch

Anytime they play your song, dawg I mute that shit

Fuck you and the cat that produced that shit

Listen, I could put my hands around a niggas collar

Or whip his ass like his dad, make him get his father

In Philly, I got it jumpin' like Iguodala

I’m in the street, if there’s beef you’ll get devoured

'Cause your ride with a whole click of cowards

I could get you smoked and I don’t mean piff or sour

I twist piff up and spit for hours

You cats washed up, hit the showers

Yo, my flow so hot I could melt plastic

I’m so sick, I’m a health hazard