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Ill Bomb

Pimp shit, uhUh, pimp shitYeah, turn my shit up a little bitMy vocals, uh, uhI hypnotize ya eyez and then you recognizeThat the sparkles of my chrome shoes paralyzeGettin' money like this, people want my vibeFull of jealousy and pride, hate the way I rideSometimes ya speak, sometimes ya don'tFigure this nigga souped up, cause he couped upGuaranteed to rip shit, soon as its louped upYa niggas slept, 20 girls panties wasn't wetI'm a star, double the dick, the double RNever score hard to leave the bubble scarredNot the car, it's the man, daddy cool put it downNo comparin' me to ya'll, nigga is such a clownsL.A. worth paper, ask Russell Simmons who put 'em up in that skyscraperAsk my dogs up at Fubu, who made them majorLL nigga, now who's next that need a favorDrop a bomb on 'emRemain calm on 'emPeirce the nipples, throw the LL charm on 'emKeep gangsta shit pumpin through my systemWhen my strobe lights flash you cant miss' emListenCall my name, oohCall my name, uhhCall my name, aw yeahCall my name59th street bridge up a roadway, do about a buckPumpin Mobb up in the Cadillac truck, don't give a f**k Gold tint, goldiggen broads getting bentWe can f**k, but you ain't getting 10 cent, Who want it?Lay the facts out until the cats outSet 'cha back out, sweat 'cha tracks out, blow out your weed You wake up in the mornin to a note, "Nigga had to leave."Be easy, you shoulda teased me, instead of bein sleazyI wouldn't do a threezy, come across more floss than gold teethI learned you cant eat, if ya hold beef, with niggas underneathStill I'm a lyrically hold it down [Ill Bomb lyrics on http://www.elyricsworld.com]L back in town, 'case the bell sound for second roundSome of these old ctas is funny, f**k who's legendaryI'm tryin to get this money Drop a bomb on 'em, and pour a dom on 'emAs soon as the track come on, I transform on 'emKeep gangsta shit pumpin through my systemStrobe lights flashin cant miss' emListenCall my name, oohCall my name, uhhCall my name, aw yeahCall my nameRappers don't reall want it, they might claim they doThey know I'm catchin bodies, go 'head name a fewAfter I blaze you, I get a doughnutDon't want no blood up on my chrome shoesLord have mercy, this rookies got it confusedYou thought you caught me slippin, I was falsely accusedSleepin with my eyez wide shut, like Tom CruiseThey wishin an impossible mission to see me loseLay up time to choose, all I hate is on the leftYou hopin and prayin you get to hear me take my last breathLyrically, but I gang bang the track, chop sling like CrackerHundred keys a month, you f**kin up G backs niggaInvincible, unstoppable ya'll niggas ain't ill your illogicaleThis is L, the pigeon thriller, dream fulfillerA little somethin for ya ice guerillas\Drop a bomb on 'emWhen its time to attack Quiet Storm on 'emHold ya nuts and keep ya palms on 'emKeep gangsta shit pumpin through my systemWhen my strobe lights flash you cant miss' emListenCall my name, oohCall my name, uhhCall my name, aw yeahCall my name

Date Added: 2008-03-26
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