Artist: Ill Bill Album: God Is An Atheist/The Name's Bill 12" Song: The Name's Bill Typed by: xxmerkutioxx@aol.com {*scratched by DJ Eclipse*} Ill Bill, with the real What the dilly yo? The name's Bill What up Bill! [Verse 1] Dropping screen tanks, driving cars Jack you out your green Benz Drop the top, take a deep breath and I begin The way the world bounces Fuck a mental bag, we burn ounces You a gangsta? Fuck shootin' you, we burn houses Have you runnin' out your crib, butt naked with a half a brick Hangin' out your asshole, lookin' like an asshole Tussle with me, guarantee homicide Devil and God collide Why you wanna make your mamma cry? Hang you with shoelaces, Doomsday A free nigga, squeeze the trigger like its tooth paste The game's different now, the rules changed It's like who's broke and who's paid? Who's dope and who's played? Who's smoke and who's sprayed? [Chorus] [Verse 2] Reverse a back exit Drive ya car, jack you out your black Lexus Drop the top and sell crack records A loaded gun's cool, but yo I wanna own a judge too A gun plus a judge equals blow me and fuck you Get it where you fit in 'Cause dummy recognize dummy Pussy recognize pussy And money recognize money Gangsta recognize gangsta And you faggets is funny Tens years slangin' crack and you cats is still bummy Whack rappers I be snatchin' your fade Snathin' your chains, snatch up all your ice Then empty my gat in your brain You never heard of me? Word, you cats is insane Ill Bill motherfucker, dare to challenge the name [Chorus] [Verse 3] Worst of all in Heaven Try to hijack a seven-forty-seven A terrorist, hardcore forever These other cats is makin' dance-music My music make you bust gats to it Shoot at your feet to make you dance to it Bill's Ill, Bill smoke weed, Bill smoke blunts Bill guzzle Hennessey and Bill smoke dust Bill hates cops, still gots to get my props Don't get too close because you might get shot [Chorus]