Ill Bill - Come One, Come All lyrics

Chorus x 2] Come one, come all We can have a fistfight or a gun brawl We the n***as you come see if you want raw If ain't gonna come hard, n***a don't come at all [Verse 1: Styles P] n***as is garbage, understand disposal and waste The forty-five will probably take the nose off your face Hit him with the shotty from his shoulder to waist Kiss his mom, piss on the body, that go'd to waste I'm colder than a January day with a needle The crackers that ran? What I'm saying is I ain't got regard for a human life Kid and the wife, the mother, and grandmother's iced But only if you harm one of mine Other than that I'm calm with my palm on the nine Puffing on a dub in a dime in a dutch roll Fell in love with crime, do everything with gusto Trying to watch the stacks stack up in the black truck Let a n***a act up, tear a n***a back up If I go to jail I'm like f** it and throw the rack up I don't like a n***a in the dorm he'd better pack up [Chorus x 2] [Verse 2: Ill Bill] Chewed em up, spit em out, call the coroner and get em out Carry the coffin to the hearse yo we spread em out La Coka Nostra, Billy Ocean appearance We grimy dope when your iced out chains near us Don't make me have to f** your girl and embarra** you Hit you with heat, homeboy see what the hammers do Front page news, million dollar camera crews Your fam there too, a tear drop falling on your grandma's shoes We the wild bunch from east New York Creeps with swords chopping off your feets and arms Crazy eighty-eight's above y'all like radio waves Wild like the funhouse back in the Danny Tario days We the most vulgar, act like my uncle when he's coked up Or like a? five in the soaker, so focused we the toast of the town The locs know us, don't be mad, stay on top of your b**hes Those hoes blow us [Chorus x 2] [Verse 3: Styles P] Yo all I need is a zip of kush, a soft brick to push A four-fifth to bust, a full strip to crush I'mma get money cause it's a must I kick up dust when I ride through your block making the b**hes blush I'm on that ride or die, stab you in your f**ing eye Strictly aimed shots, I ain't blasting for the f**ing sky Who wanna run when our shots from the pumper fly Sting like a k**er bee, float like a bu*terfly Let the work float in the pot, watch the bubbles rise It could be December, I'll make you feel summertime I'm on my f**ing grind 24/7/365 n***a, I die trying to get mine I keep the fifth palmed, seats in the whip reclined With a bad b**h, she giving my dick a spit shine You know what it is, you know what I do I put holes in your crew with the forty Calico and an U n***a [Chorus x 2]