License To Ill Lyrics

License To Ill lyrics

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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



[Chorus] - continues until end