Illa Ghee - Murda Boyz lyrics

[Intro] The Illa Ghee I'm gunning Let's go Uh huh This is how it goes down It's about to go down Illa [Verse 1] Hey yo I slip through the cracks My rap flows crack My gun create hands when the razors go clap I spit so hard make the beat catch flack I never had a deal but yet I got a gold plaque True dog got to make you fake n***as lay flat You appetizer cats are not food you're just snacks I'm not a lead song but I can take it to the max I spit black milk and I swing the (?) ax I ran them Come through your hood with wild handguns Handsome Rap so foul I need a (?) Illa Ghee fam this is me (?) Go ham My gun jelly 'cause haters never want jam You god-damn right I f** fans In hotels, cars, the roof, and broke vans My rap flow scars and bars are like brands f** a tight jean n***a, the Illa's a grown man [Hook] Now let the murda boyz play kid My whole flow murder I live it the same way And if you don't give I take Homie I spit in your face, make you open the safe (x2) [Verse 2] Loud n***a got the nine pointed at your liver Sip a little liqour, the ice is in the ticker My chain ice glacier, lyrics beyond nature Ball like a Laker, enemies better pray for Taste it Public enemy with no flavor It's sad Like the Ray J fight with (?) I'm mad, I'm fronting with a forty-four mag I'm mad, my flow like a Louis V Jag Models I do them how they do them in Chicago Bravo The Illa Ghee app is for (?) And I knows I'll go against all mono-e-mono Its time yo, running through the jungle like a rhino You're blind if you don't see the rap games mine I went to jail 'Cause its a crime I'm not signed Like the sun I will shine Like coffee beans in the blender I'm on grind [Hook] [Verse 3] You can find me in the gun range Hitting the target with sharp aim Or sitting in the range and I'm floating in all lanes A lot of n***as talking but never do what they claim I'm not the smartest dude but still be getting some brain My lyrics are rugers (?) You're loving what you're hearing but lyrics mimic and pain The street (?) but still be looking the same I'm the president to Bill (?) babies like Lil' Wayne My attitude is real f**ed up, and real sh**ty Sometimes I feel like the bullet that k**ed Biggie Life stands ugly but betchu I'll be sitting pretty With something pretty, hand on the blouse or in the kitty I know too many k**ers (?) murder comitting My lyrics is the day the terrorists hit the city Enemies got smacked silly I'm from Bed Stuy but my aura is Guy Richie [Hook]