Town business

Motherfucker I'm ill
Fuck a fuckin' deal
Spit it how I feel
Cooking up a meal
Before I make a mil'
I'm a take a pill
Red pill, blue pill
Tell me how you feel
(Motherfucker I'm ill)

Never lost in the sauce
Paid the cost to be the boss
(Motherfucker I'm ill) For real
Cold as a ice box
I get it in every day like white socks
And I'm on the come-up like the right stock
And I eat MCs like livestock
So when the heat on, mufucka I chill
You know why? Cause (Motherfucker I'm ill)
So please pay attention to the moves made
Either that or fall off like a toupee
Or something like the end of a new day
Cause life's a gamble, Russian roulette

If you got the juice, please don't spill
But I'm good (Motherfucker I'm ill)
Keep on track side kill
Me a murderer? (Motherfucker I'm ill)
And this shit right here call it history
Make the king disappear, officially
I'm here to claim the hill
Get jacked like Jill
Cause mother-mother-mother-motherfucker I'm ill
(No, Please!)

I'm will sick Vic V-A-Z
Kool AD, behave, please
Pay me
Fed Ex man move tree unbeknownst to he
Bag it up, grocery, supposedly
(Motherfucker I'm ill)
At least that's what they tell me
Sheesh, for real, smell me?
(Motherfucker I'm ill)
M-m-Mighta say they don't smell what they smell, B
Grace like Kelly, taste like jelly
Laced like Melly Mel
Oh welly well
It's shelly toed (?)
Spaghetti ropes, Anne Geddes green smokes
Plus smoke gross curry
My celly blows up frequently
But I don't hurry cause
(Motherfucker I'm ill)

Don't worry I got this
25 milli Double-A Hotchkiss
No-fly zone, the clouds is my home
I'm grown, I like to do things on my own terms
See me with worms and rhyzomes
Heck is like a tropical, cop a view (?)
How that rockin' you, by the way?
(Motherfucker I'm ill)
I'd a rock you like a hurricane
I'm a scorpio, man, eh
(Motherfucker I'm ill)

Sippin' on the 'tussin and huggin' the crill
Like what a whale eat
No fail, feat
No kale, meat
No braille, glasses
Grasses, for masses, with they silly asses
(Motherfucker I'm ill)

And this spot look like the foot clan hideout
Kool AD cost Heems alone gettin' fried out (?)
We ride out, slide out, white out with the cousins, nice
One tick wasn't enough
Now we buzzin' like twice
No conundrum, your bar's straight hum-drum
Young cocoa butter something like an old tum-tum
A blocka blocka like Grandfather Mori Tanaka
Tatonka, Chief Rocka
(Motherfucker I'm ill)

Always get the pussy cause I tell 'em that I'm Spanish
I'm out this world, a brother from another planet
Rest in peace, Dio, ay dios mio
And you can keep Weezy
Please free P though
How dare you question this trends
And what he brought to the table
More than a plate, paintings
Prodigy -- more Picasso than Snable(?)
But free Weezy too, though
And Max B, too, yo
Free the whole prison system
What they did to you, bro?

Puerto Rican judo
Ju-don't know?