Ill Bill and Q-Unique - Don’t Touch That Dial

My pimp hand is too strong
My trigger finger never do wrong
Ill and Unique with a new song
Ill Bill, reign supreme
I let the gun spray for cream
Uncle Howie motherfucker
We're your favourite team
A day in the life of
The trife in high definition
Sell white to whites
Side of a white Expedition
Homegrown, Brooklyn, Canarsie to Flatbush
Listen to the click-clack when the gat cooks
Listen to the ch-ch ching
When the crack cooks
Street business entrepreneurs, we in this
We witness, we up in this shit like
We fuckin' this chick
Got my whole shit stuck in this bitch
I be kicking up dust like
The bloods and the crips
I make this underground player
Feel ruptured and twist screw your drink
Leave your fucking head busted and twisted
Rub you out like you never fucking existed

I'm the bad guy in the black-fitted
Your hat splintered on impact
Flat on your back after the gat spitted
I'm grimy and rugged like
Bushwick Brooklyn blocks
The result of when drug dealers
Are put with crooked cops
Say hello to the angel maker
My hate will give you a halo or place
You where the flames will take you
I party like Bill in the back of the tour bus
Bottle of pills, a pound of weed and the
Touch of a whore's lust
My mind is wired for
Chaos and utter destruction
Running production for narcotic
Fucks under consumption
You running from something
Running and jumping under the gun
Dummy becoming just a fucking obstruction
I do wrong and God tried to pay me back quick
Ain't try to snatch my ice
You just gave me that shit
I got a shitload of drugs
Stashed in this spare tire
I'm laughing at cops caught in
The internal affairs wire

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