Ill Bill - Don't Touch That Dial lyrics

(Verse 1: Ill Bill) My pimp hand is too strong My trigger finger never do wrong Ill and Unique with a new song Ill Bill, reign supreme, I let the gun spray for cream Uncle Howie motherf**er, we're your favourite team A day in the life of the trife in high definition Sell white to whites, side of a white Expedition Homegrown, Brooklyn, Canarsie to Flatbush Listen to the click-clack when the gat cooks Listen to the ch-ch-ching when the crack cooks Street business entrepreneurs, we in this We witness, we up in this sh** like we f**in' this chick Got my whole sh** stuck in this b**h I be kicking up dust like the bloods and the crips I make this underground player feel ruptured and twist Screw your drink, leave your f**ing head busted and twisted Rub you out like you never f**ing existed (Verse 2: Q-Unique) I'm the bad guy in the black-fitted Your hat splintered on impact Flat on your back after the gat spitted I'm grimy and rugged like Bushwick Brooklyn blocks The result of when drug dealers are put with crooked cops Say hello to the angel-maker My hate will give you a halo or place you where the flames will take you I party like Bill in the back of the tour bus Bottle of pills, a pound of weed and the touch of a who*e's lust My mind is wired for chaos and utter destruction Running production for narcotic f**s under consumption You running from something, running and jumping Under the gun, dummy becoming just a f**ing obstruction I do wrong and God tried to pay me back quick Ain't try to snatch my ice, you just gave me that sh** I got a sh**load of d** stashed in this spare tire I'm laughing at cops caught in the internal affairs wire