License To Ill lyrics

Artist  : Ill Bill 
Song : License To Ill



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I landed on top of the buildin, jumped out and
exploding helicopter

Draggin the pilot by his jaw

Used his body to break the fall

He died on impact, blood splattered his back was
broken

Bounced wit a slight limp cause my ankle was
swollen



Get your ass up and lets get ill

Get your ass up and lets get ill

Get your ass up and lets get ill

Get your ass up and lets get ill



I landed on top of the buildin, jumped out and
exploding helicopter

Draggin the pilot by his jaw

I landed on top of the buildin, jumped out and
exploding helicopter

Draggin the pilot by his jaw

Used his body to break the fall

He died on impact, blood splattered his back was
broken

Bounced wit a slight limp cause my ankle was
swollen

Cia assasin turncoat, burnin toke it serve
coke

The worst, loke the fuck out we burst chrome

Double agent CIA merk both sides, and low
ride

I'm so high, I can touch the sky

Fuck wit mine you get your head, bust wit 9's

Splattered like 10 pump out of our bathroom
floors

Blast you whores, the dead mans the last who
draws

I be the first one to let off

Gun slinger with the done figure throw ya head
off

Gun slinger with the done figure throw ya head
off

Gun slinger with the done figure throw ya head
off

Like guillotenes I eat dog

Like the phillipeans through leg work I creep
dog

Like a millipede, it's military 9 millimeter's
pop off

9 millimeters that wave to your dome will drop
off

A hollow tip package, slit cabbage

Get your wig handed to the coroner and
examine

Life is for real, I deal wit the license to Ill
Ill

It's Ill Bill, wit a rifle and the license to
Ill



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Get your ass up and lets get ill

Ill Bill wit a rifle, and the license to Ill

I seen the president get shot at point blank
range

Slipped thousands of people drinks and made em
act strange

Had my gat in a hollowed out book in the last
page

Silliowetter and dessert eagle to splash
brains

I'm in the fast lane with cats that high-jack
planes

Murderous wit terrorists they know what cash
means

I'm sellin candy to these billion dollor crack
feinds

Dont even ask me what my path be

Run up on your family wit a gat blastin

Top of the pile, rockin like nigel withal

I turn you out like a virgin wit a cock in ya
mouth

Wit a gun to ya head, they find you ina trunk of
a benz

Chopped into thousands of little pieces next to
one of your freinds

America pimp, my first ho was a married bitch

Now I'm pimpen the first ammendment like larry
flint

A true hustla wit a license to kill

It's Ill Bill, wit a rifle and a license to
ill



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