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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 SongtexteGun 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 [Chorus] 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] Aus Songtexte Mania