Glenwood Projects

Uncle Howie

Glenwood mother f**kin' Projects that was the f**kin' place man f**kin'

Crack smoking all night Cookin' it up sellin' C4 weapons blowguns every

Mother f**kin' thing what a f**kin' rush We were cookin' the s**t up an'

I smoked it up an' the Jamaicans man they came back f**kin' torched the

Place with me mother f**kin' in it I couldn't get out the f**kin

Apartment they locked me in I had to go out the f**kin window it was

F**kin' dynamite

I'll Bill

I'll Bill lost sanity lost humanity

Lost in a maze of purple haze **** sativa spit ether violently

Very vociferous victorious hotter than a crematorium I'll kill all of you

Kill you mother f**k you Drop dead faggit it's the dragon

44 Magnum splatter you in front of your family

My fire arms never be tired up in the air

Throw a bullet up in each eye an' one in ya ear

I speak h****n breathe w**d sniff c*****e

Tweaked levels when I peeped Courtney kill Cobain

We got the whole world scratching they heads

Life is like a high jacked airliner but we managed to win

Back to the crib breakin up the cats in the brig

Havin a b***h flashin the tits While you crashing the whip

Laughin at h*es taking fakerss to amateur flicks

While the I'll Bill albums kidnapping your kids

Chorus I'll Bill x2

I put the D into d**gs an' the G into Guns

I put the D into Dubs an' the T into Thugs

I put the C into 'Caine an' the P into Pain

The G into Game Pop Pop three in ya brain

Necro

I get impatient like a long bid get so vexed I hit the wrong kid

S**t gets awkward like I'm on a d**g an' I can't get off it

Blank out rip a shank out

Treat you like Vietcong hit you like the w**d in a bong

Your p***y like a G string or thong

You think I'm sick f**ked up Oh am I

You think you can't die

Don't think your crazy cuz a years passed by

Beat you down with my f**kin' hands tied

Now change your attitude before you get cracked from different latitudes

By kids that are mad at you they expect gratitude

I'll strike a foe even if you don't know me you better act like you know

Especially if you're soft I've earned my stripes like Schwarzkopf

The gun I bust off will tear through your clothes like a moth

Your sloppy cuz you start beef and cop please but not me

Chorus I'll Bill x2

I put the D into d**gs an' the G into Guns

I put the D into Dubs an' the T into Thugs

I put the C into 'Caine an' the P into Pain

The G into Game Pop Pop three in ya brain

Goretex

I rock sickening raps like Woody Allen flares beach hats

A John Hinckley run up on politicians with ski caps

Laser weapons I bleed coke happiness is like a warm gun

Run in ya crib slitting ya G's throat

Cruise the block whippin' uzi's an' pop

Loosin the cops whether new lots or zooming through Watts

The newest space suite love rocking titties like grapefruits

Phase two Rasta ice inverted Hey Zeus

Jesus

I'm up in fat burger bag some codeine

So clean pinstripe gat runners are Old G's

Serving the fiends crack d**e and w**d

Glenwood projects we living the American dream

Screaming hey pelican trains of coke on my cock

Handle bars like Vivica with nipples and crotch

We toured drive bys on the mongoose with glocks

This ain't rhetorical the story gets worse you get shot

Chorus I'll Bill x2

I put the D into d**gs an' the G into Guns

I put the D into Dubs an' the T into Thugs

I put the C into 'Caine an' the P into Pain

The G into Game Pop Pop three in ya brain