Kidz In The Hall - Go Ill lyrics

Sipping a pint of hen Blowing a breath in the wind Walk until the number 6 steady scuffing my timbs Watching ballers ride by, trucks tinted with rims Wearing the same Tommy coat I sported in grade 10 Cold as sh**, lining on it way too thin Get a lil peach fuzz growing in on my chin On the same corner where I lost 10 of my friends Throw on my diskman and I'm zoning again To my baby momma crib and we boning again Roll a j for a play then she moaning again She let me hit it even though she know I'm boning her friend Child support late cause I'm low on my ends Student loans kicking in, broken again Like bose hips so I'm smoking till I'm choking again Walking High Park lonely Not a dime on me Feeling hungry stop beside the hills on Stony [Chorus] Copped a ride to 53rd cause I needed a cut Shot the sh** for a second, Chris faded me up Stopped to rock the wax browsing through used cd's Thinking one day these n***az gon' be looking for me In nickels park jotting down Southside gospel Writing verses like I was a Southside apostle Trying to find myself still graduate high school Staying on my toes like the old school Michael Head to Kenwood tipping bums to get my liquor Pint of Hennessey flaming hops and a snickers It's called the hook is datch, you oughta try it Shorty got nicks for sale, you trying to buy it I might be straight but for now I'll be bent later Head to Hammercove for some rolling papers [Chorus] You can catch me on the island or Stony riding with homies That ain't afraid to ride for their homies Won't lie on their homies But n***az might die for their homies, take 5 for they homies Cuz n***az stay wilding for homies, on trial for they homies Go ill where I grew up at Smoke blunts? Wrote raps? Yeah I did that Trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents Hands clutched, knees bent Writing rhymes to see rent Uppity negro but steadily see dough That's why I'm shooting off my lines like a free throw Stalker with a snare A hundred with a hot hat Flow kick like a punter, let's call it climax I make fresh rhymes, daily Saying you spit better then me, must be crazy Rob and Helen's baby, born in the 80's Ride the beat same way that I do my ladies Soft and sweet, long and hard but fast Only talk to me if it involve my cash When I'm on the mic they be hauling a** Punk mc's running up they be crawling back Five nine in height but I'm tall in rap Style fat, Ruben Studdard all over the bull bap In High Park after dark Down 53rd blowing herb with university nerds Watching Bradley slap box on the curb Feeling hungry so I got me an urge for that [Chorus]