paroles de chanson Howie Made Me Do It - Ill Bill , Steven King
I
hear
loud
niggas
talking
but
they
don't
really
want
it
My
gauge'll
blow
your
motherfucking
brains
out
Soon
as
you
act
retarded
the
gat'll
start
sparking
I'll
show
you
what
my
motherfucking
name
bout
I'mma
do
what
I
gotta
do,
I
ain't
taking
no
shorts
And
get
away
clean
cause
I
paid
off
the
courts
It's
real,
duke,
I
ain't
playing,
this
shit
ain't
a
game
I'mma
burn
you
to
flames
cause
Howie
made
me
do
it
It's
Steven
King,
I
spit
nothing
but
classics
And
it's
ill
how
I
turn
beef
to
nothing
but
caskets
And
your
grill
look
like
the
Expedition
done
crashed
it
I'm
like
a
bunny
rabbit,
I
be
taking
your
carats
More
money
more
drama,
don't
make
me
catch
an
open
case
For
opening
your
face,
you're
soft
like
Hostess
cake
I
wanna
live
fat,
I
gotta
eat
what
Oprah
ate
So
I
hold
niggas
up
with
the
one
plus
eight
I'm
the
man
of
the
year
You
so
whack
that
niggas
put
their
hands
on
their
ears
And
tell
you,
"Shut
the
fuck
up."
And
the
only
dog
that
roll
with
you
is
on
the
Fedex
truck
Now
here's
the
score:
ten-zip
and
I
ain't
talking
about
the
disc
I'm
talking
about
extended
clips,
smoking
in
expensive
whips
Four-four's
the
end
of
shit,
give
you
a
Hell's
membership
I
been
equipped,
don't
ever
forget
it
like
elephants
You
violate
I'll
put
a
hole
in
your
melon
You
like
a
campfire,
homes,
I
light
you
up
with
all
types
of
guns
The
vampire,
homes,
I'm
drinking
all
nine
pints
of
blood
Stop
you
in
your
tracks
like
clogged
up
syringes
Destroy
the
evidence
after
I
chopped
up
the
witness
A
cheapskate,
I
keep
my
money
locked
up
for
interest
Fuck
the
industry,
y'all
faggots
make
me
not
trust
the
business
Ill
Bill,
right
money
make
a
murder
make
sense
I
make
brains
squirt
out
their
heads
right
in
front
of
their
friends
I
ain't
a
nice
guy
at
all,
dog,
lifestyle
raw
y'all
Sell
drugs,
tour,
smoke
nudies,
and
fuck
whores
Got
black
bitches
with
white
eye
shadow
that
like
to
swallow
And
white
bitches
that
pop
their
pussies
for
Heineken
bottles
I'm
a
dirtbag
with
brand
new
sneakers,
throwback
over
the
Desert
Eagle
Blow
your
face
off,
leave
you
forever
peaceful
Like
a
newborn
dead
inside
of
a
crib
I
cock
back,
empty
Dessies
in
the
side
of
your
wig,
faggot
Too
hot,
create
semi
caliber,
I'mma
cock
it
I
treat
your
life
like
a
cheque,
homeboy
I'mma
dock
it
Call
me
a
prophet,
it's
guaranteed
you
all
gonna
bleed
The
murder
game
is
a
race
and
I'm
taking
the
lead
Fast
and
furious
nigga
like
my
gun
got
nitro
Playing
games
like
Tyco,
mama
told
me
I'm
psycho
And
I
believe
her,
now
the
clique
running
streets
like
cheetahs
We'll
meet
up
and
put
holes
all
in
your
wifebeaters
From
BK
to
Queens
we
be
pointing
them
things
Have
your
Ecko
shirt
looking
like
some
damaged
jeans
nigga
It's
Syn
Roc,
the
kid
who
got
your
grandpop
shot
Over
a
game
of
bingo,
I
take
the
cream
out
his
socks
In
a
cloud
of
weed
is
the
place
where
you
find
me
And
I
stole
drink
forties
like
I'm
stuck
in
the
90's
Nigga
I'm
grimy,
wilding
on
the
alcho
temp
Try
to
front
on
me
and
get
hit
with
sixteen
clips
Alright
ahk
who
wanna
fuck
round?
It's
the
Dot,
you
hear
the
pop
nigga
duck
down?
canuck,
I'm
repping
cop
killer
Bucktown
That
good
up
in
the
backwood
rough
sound
Begging
for
mercy
talking
about,
"Alright.
Enough
now."
Hold
up
and
y'all
hammers
bust
pow
Enough,
get
touched
like
ooh
ah
ow
You
suck,
push
your
luck,
get
laid
the
fuck
down
Get
bucked,
I
was
a
wild
off
the
hook
child
Played
tough
plus
steroids
came
in
big
viles
Puff
puff
puff
liked
to
buy
weed
in
big
pounds
Crack
that
Dutch,
I
ain't
addicted
I'm
just
in
denial
When
I
blow
then
I
flow
like
the
river
Nile
Find
you
anywhere
like
your
cellphone,
can
you
hear
me
now?
Grab
you
by
your
hair
and
shake
it
till
I
tear
it
out
I'm
sorta
like
mildly
retarded
but
very
wild
Cause
Howie
made
me
do
it,
stupid
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