Kam - The Ill sh** lyrics

[Hook] x4 ("With tha boom, ping-ping! Listen to the ill sh** that I bring-bring!") [Erick Sermon] What's the 411? Erick Sermon, Ice Cube, and Kam are here to get the job done So back the f** up! I have an attitude, dude, I'm 'bout ta get rude I'm buckin' out shots during my interlude Right about now I'm 'bout ta get courageous like the cat Got the gat in the corner of my back so get the bozack The American Dream, the people choice pick I flip more vowels than Pat Sajak's white b**h I'm bad ask Michael Jackson's dad about E-Double The mack fram, the black superman made of steel The mic I'm holdin' is a Samson E-D the Green Eyed Bandit in raw fashion I'm lettin' n***as know my territory My ground is rugged. I k** a million n***as so f** it! Nick knack paddy whack give a dog a bone Once again it's on with the brand new song, yeah boy! [Hook] [Kam] God damn, not Kam! But I'm afraid so, I lay low like a brick Quick to make a cameo, so hand me your eardrum cuz here comes the 411 Little devils don't go to heaven, 187 on a saltine cracker Smack a, paranoid busta so don't make me have to act a fool What's up? Now you can determine The West Coast n***as is down with Erick Sermon on the G tip We trips hard on the opposition Three n***as on a mission so listen to the Ill sh** Cuz we'll get wrecked! What you expect! f** a rain n***a take a chin check! [Hook] [Ice Cube] Well here I go again, throwin' up the W Ice Cube and I'm down wit' E-Double crew Pullin' up in my homie's black 6-4 Hittin' switches but mine's a convertible Matched to the West side, still got the 2-2 Cuz some n***as don't believe in a gang truce Personal sh** what is this??? EPMD, goin' out of business? God damnit! Can't leave my dog stranded...the green eyed bandit Picked up Kam cause my n***a need a ride. f** a peace treaty But still have the 4-5...Glock co*ked for the clown Yeah we down pulled up and echoed sound Don't ya know that we can drop 10 of these, dope tracks So f** all our enemies! [Hook]