We Gonna Ill

"You know we gonna ill" --]scratched What...set it off what My nigga Prim Black Poet [Verse 1] Fuck the dumb shit, niggas want drama You know who to come kid, the cappital P the o-et Smash motherfuckers up, crush motherfuckers up Leave your body in the closet for a motherfucking month Niggas know my flow's relentless I said it I ment this Niggas get high, bitches get bent Everybody knows Poet's on some hood shit I wake every thug around the world tryin' to get rich If you're doing your thing then slinging your thing You know and I know nigga better bang Watch them hoes, watch them snakes Real niggas in the game, fuckin' with cakes Real niggas in the game knows what it takes And real niggas let you know what's real and fake Like my nigga Primo, he reach stile to me yo Whereever he goes, I go, se, he me amigo And we gonna ill [Hook: scratching by DJ Premier] "You know we gonna ill" 2X "With love to thugs that died in the field So many names we don't got room to spit them" "This ain't a game nigga" "You know we gonna ill" 3X [Verse 2] What, what, aha, yeah, yeah I sat back I watch ya niggas and clacked ya niggas Played you on my box since I put rocks and figures Got it through this life, drugs chop my shit, nigga Lyrics gotta throw blood kill ya weak niggas Represent, all thugs and all money getters I live some green and blings and shit that glitters And plus, the word on the street is I hotter then 2 blaze of 9 millimetres You can't belive this A&R's, they pullin out their heads They get fierd cause they havd a nigga right there CEO's screaming "why the fuck yu didn't sign 'em?" "He brought in a mansion and a hot boy diamands" Should have gave me the world, stupid fuck Look how I'm rhymin', wildin', calmin', poundin', grindin' I ain't lyin' Mad niggas try with me, die with me Belive it nigga, you don't wanna have to colide with me We gonna ill [Hook] [Verse 3] Yo, got it together now, Mo' to them now Rest in peace pops, and my moms, I can't let it down Queensbridge representative, style's unlimeted Hot shots, hot rocks, I'm sendin' it Who else you know get flow like Po' For the love of this shit, and not the dough I write my own rhymes cause I like this shit to death Niggas don't got respect, they just writin' the ceques I might sell 10 mill if I learned some stacks And bleach my skin and front like I'm from the projects But all I can be is me, and catch wreck As far as the eye can see, my whole set Screwball gang-stars, comin' in planes and cars Moet bottles with your brains on the ??? at the bar From now on, shit is gettin more real My niggas in QB, I'm leaving you to heal Cause I'm off the wall and I'm Illmaticly ill [Hook] Female singer:(X2) You know and I know, shit is real Poet and Primo, them niggas gon' ill The whole industry's about, blacks and feal Poet and Primo, them niggas gon' ill You know, I know, we gonna ill (X2) We're gonna ill...