Ill Bill - Broken Pieces lyrics

(Chorus) When your dreams are broken pieces The world can be a cold and cruel place (Verse 1: Ill Bill) Yo, Yo, speakin' loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer cloud Skinny waist, fat a**, pretty face, evil mouth Hollywood, partied with fake thugs, posers, and cokeheads Her uncle was the ex-drummer from Guns n' Roses Met her over Joey Silvera's house, a party girl She was 19 and happy that her parents finally let her out Three abortions, two from the same boyfriend The third one during an orgy, might have been Sean Penn's Yeah, I put it in her mouth once and we remained friends Seen her out at the clubs now and again, the same sh** The same sneaky crowd, same c**aine, same tits Same dreams about becoming a star and making ? Played a hooker on Entourage, swore she made it Made friends with the wrong crowd, got played quick Took the first sniff of that grey sh** then ate dick Dummy ate her first syringe was never the same since, listen (Chorus X2) (Verse 2: Jeru tha Damaja) Check it out, he a self proclaimed thug but the kid could rap His idol was 2Pac, he was always wanted to act Portray a thug on the silver screen Show Hollywood the block, just had the rock, just one last scheme With this move he financed a demo Planned to vic a spot, they mixed coke with other chemicals His team the neighbourhood criminals Guess they missed the truth about birds of a feather ? Part of the plot, nobody move but motherf**ers still get shot Grab the sh** and head back to the block He ain't know, a witness seen him come and go from both the rooftops First, they murked his moms and his pops, then his girl and her seed Slit her throat then filled the kid with shots Paramedics did what they could RIP, another mural on a wall in the hood (Chorus X2) (Verse 3: Slaine) When you were younger, under your bed there was a monster Between your legs where he wants you he haunts you Still to this day, you got little to say 'Bout the nightmares you kept that had you widdled away There's a little girl, a victim who's a diddler's prey But you shut up, now you grown up, all f**ed up ? tongue slippin through your heart Nowadays the same stuff's rippin' you apart You're 26, tryin to get rich quick High heels, lipstick, slidin' down poles They don't call you miss now, they call you "this b**h" That b**h bend over backwards Throw a dollar at you and that's it You've been bruised and scraped, abused and raped And so drained from c**aine and dudes and snakes If somebody had to walk a day inside your shoes they'd shake It's like you never had a chance to choose your fate, wait (Chorus X2)