Town Business

Freeze!

Motherfucker I'm ill

Fuck a fuckin' deal

Spit it how I feel

Cooking up a meal

Before I make a mil'

I'm a take a pill

Red pill, blue pill

Tell me how you feel

(Motherfucker I'm ill)

Never lost in the sauce

Paid the cost to be the boss

(Motherfucker I'm ill) For real

Cold as a ice box

I get it in every day like white socks

And I'm on the come-up like the right stock

And I eat MCs like livestock

So when the heat on, mufucka I chill

You know why? Cause (Motherfucker I'm ill)

So please pay attention to the moves made

Either that or fall off like a toupee

Or something like the end of a new day

Cause life's a gamble, Russian roulette

If you got the juice, please don't spill

But I'm good (Motherfucker I'm ill)

Keep on track side kill

Me a murderer? (Motherfucker I'm ill)

And this shit right here call it history

Make the king disappear, officially

I'm here to claim the hill

Get jacked like Jill

Cause mother-mother-mother-motherfucker I'm ill

(No, Please!)

I'm will sick Vic V-A-Z

Kool AD, behave, please

Pay me

Fed Ex man move tree unbeknownst to he

Bag it up, grocery, supposedly

(Motherfucker I'm ill)

At least that's what they tell me

Sheesh, for real, smell me?

(Motherfucker I'm ill)

M-m-Mighta say they don't smell what they smell, B

Grace like Kelly, taste like jelly

Laced like Melly Mel

Oh welly well

It's shelly toed (?)

Spaghetti ropes, Anne Geddes green smokes

Plus smoke gross curry

My celly blows up frequently

But I don't hurry cause

(Motherfucker I'm ill)

Don't worry I got this

25 milli Double-A Hotchkiss

No-fly zone, the clouds is my home

I'm grown, I like to do things on my own terms

See me with worms and rhyzomes

Heck is like a tropical, cop a view (?)

How that rockin' you, by the way?

(Motherfucker I'm ill)

I'd a rock you like a hurricane

I'm a scorpio, man, eh

(Motherfucker I'm ill)

Sippin' on the 'tussin and huggin' the crill

Like what a whale eat

No fail, feat

No kale, meat

No braille, glasses

Grasses, for masses, with they silly asses

(Motherfucker I'm ill)

And this spot look like the foot clan hideout

Kool AD cost Heems alone gettin' fried out (?)

We ride out, slide out, white out with the cousins, nice

One tick wasn't enough

Now we buzzin' like twice

No conundrum, your bar's straight hum-drum

Young cocoa butter something like an old tum-tum

A blocka blocka like Grandfather Mori Tanaka

Tatonka, Chief Rocka

(Motherfucker I'm ill)

Always get the pussy cause I tell 'em that I'm Spanish

I'm out this world, a brother from another planet

Rest in peace, Dio, ay dios mio

And you can keep Weezy

Please free P though

How dare you question this trends

And what he brought to the table

More than a plate, paintings

Prodigy -- more Picasso than Snable(?)

But free Weezy too, though

And Max B, too, yo

Free the whole prison system

What they did to you, bro?

Puerto Rican judo

Ju-don't know?