Texty:
C I A Ill Legal

far [all] So we rushed the dressing room with the biggest star Ill-legal, y'all [C.I.A.] (West Coast style) [Ice-T] (Raised in L.A.) (From L.A.) (The

a carrousel of murders I prefer to make a life than take a life Stopped at a street called Wise and made a right Sort of how I play my broads, just how

on I'm the A-m-i-l-lion Strictly be on that shit major coins be on I got joints making competition wanna drop dead I got joints making you bop your head I

Can't be reached because I'm reachless none'll lease this A fact that I'm black and breechless money peep this Ya, see even on my block I got to watch

Can't be reached because I'm reachless none'll lease this A fact that I'm black and breechless money peep this Ya, see even on my block I got to watch

where I get the nines from Area 51 is where I be gettin rhymes from I'm not a human being I'm the human being ill with a i.q. that's off the scale If

play the target you all know my name so i guess ill just start this im so swift and its a natural fact im like rip i mark a c on your back follow me

Cormega] I had the streets waiting Like a drought, my niggaz be patient My daughter was recently born, I took a brief hiatus Then Ty died, then I fell into a

hit - banks fuck around and lose a leg, and yayo slumped in the hospital bed, eatin through IVs, with a machine helpin him breath, its I-N-C and i dont