Too Ill (remix)killah Hill District Lyrics

Too Ill (remix)killah Hill District lyrics

f/ King Just, Leatha Face, Polite, Profes







[Chorus]



"Too Ill, I represent Park Hill" -> Cappadonna



"Killah Hill District" -> Streetlife



"Killah Killah Hill" -> Inspectah Deck







[Polite]



Yo where I come from, you coward niggaz are scared to come



Where my dogs blast guns that'll leave yo' ass numb



Live niggaz move silent, come recognize 'em



Yo, you don't bust, yo toss 'em off the Verrazano, nigga fuck 'em



Stakes is higher, never trust a fuckin liar



Send him to his moms tied up in barbed wire



You fuckin bastard, everything we spit is hazard



Master this rap shit, another Killah Hill classic



Nuclear weapon, come on, we gotta hear the recipe



Hit you with the same slug that killed Kennedy



We do this for the Hell of it and my wolves ain't smellin it



Killah Hill nigga, all that bullshit's irrellevant







[Profes]



Killah Hill smacks flames out you, speak fire



And deep fry you if you want beef like Meyers



Smash you like car tires, shoes stars buyers



Playin us close, shouldn't have jumped off the wires



Y'all rappers is a bunch of faggots, tellin war stories



If you're a real live warrior for two full moon halice



Creap through like Wallace, you ain't the wildest



Son you're feminine like hair stylists



Staten Island, slugs tear through ya palace



Packed guns have you in Wonderland like Alice



Any nigga step to Profes get embarrased



My wolves let 'em have it, Lounge Lo mackin his carriage







[Chorus x4]







[Lounge Mode]



Yo, you fake fucks duckin the ratchet, we see the big hole



That cannon ball type, let's fight to make ya wig blow



Though Wiggs knows I'm still Loungin at the Ooh



One crew, Baby Vern, Clocka Dot and Boy Blue



But still, I'm Too Ill I represent Park Hill



Swear them niggaz like to spark but in the dark they kill



It's on, you know the style, word bond, you know we wild



Perform on the song, I brought along some extra arms



It be the work of the slang spit with WP



And Cream Team, the O.T.F. is in me



The elevator shaft BlackOut! Leatha Face take the Mac out



Polite get 'em, L.G.P. count the stack out



We bounce out the back door and smack son



Clap him with the four, make sure you push back dunn



Cuz where I'm from my niggaz don't play



And by the way my niggaz won't say



who spit ten in the gun blaze







[King Just]



Eh-yo I came from the place with perfect MC's



The best weed rollers when it came to the trees



The baddest hustlers to the worst car thieves



When delf breathed first, jumped out, the wrong keys



Since the Paris Crew and Avenue had me



I was rappin in beast, had my name in the streets



Killah Hill-a, was all in Park Villa



If we didn't stay in town and you wasn't down nigga



How you figure they gon' make a Hill track



And don't put K.J. back on the map?



He's back! It's gon' take a nation to hold us



Just as highly to score 10304 and King Just







[Leatha Face]



We ain't came from under the stairs, when facin peers



It's a rare scene similar to the bloody version of Shakespeare



Trap snakes in a snare, precussion flares



My function here is the discuss to strength, don't talk



Spray sidewalks, yap him, cut his hair



Why your jaws higher than the law?



Ya force spit by the scorpion's Tai



Scorched ya flame torch, train of thought blazed off



Mock waterized, FAM Othorized, flame off the side



Die by the scorpion's eyes



Pull the five, acquire the metal, get side of logic



We deposit flame generators, from Clifton Projects



Heart of darkness, frame twisted in the figure eight position



Engrave an incision on ya face big as the state of Michigan







[Chorus x5]







[Chorus x4 - Cappa only]