Glenwood Projects Lyrics

[Uncle Howie]
"Glenwood mother-f**kin' Projects, that was the f**kin' place man. f**kin'
crack smoking all night. Cookin' it up, sellin' C4, weapons, blowguns, every
mother-f**kin' thing - what a f**kin' rush. We were cookin' the shit up, an'
I smoked it up an' the Jamaicans man, they came back, f**kin' torched the
place, with me mother-f**kin' in it! I couldn't get out the f**kin
apartment, they locked me in, I had to go out the f**kin window, it was
f**kin' dynamite!"

[Ill Bill]
Ill Bill lost sanity - lost humanity
Lost in a maze of purple haze, cannabis sativa - spit ether - violently
Very vociferous victorious - hotter than a crematorium - I'll kill all of you
Kill you mother-f**k you - Drop dead faggit it's the dragon
.44 Magnum - splatter you in front of your family
My fire arms, never be tired - up in the air
Throw a bullet up in each eye an' one in ya ear
I speak heroin, breathe weed, sniff cocaine
Tweaked levels when I peeped Courtney kill Cobain
We got the whole world scratching they heads
Life is like a high-jacked airliner, but we managed to win
Back to the crib, breakin up the cats in the brig
Havin a bitch - flashin the tits - While you crashing the whip
Laughin at hoes, taking fakerss to amateur flicks
While the Ill Bill albums kidnapping your kids

[Chorus Ill Bill x2]
I put the D into Drugs an' the G into Guns
I put the D into Dubs an' the T into Thugs
I put the C into 'Caine an' the P into Pain
The G into Game, Pop-Pop three in ya brain

[Necro]
I get impatient like a long bid - get so vexed I hit the wrong kid
Shit gets awkward, like I'm on a drug an' I can't get off it
Blank out rip a shank out
Treat you like Vietcong - hit you like the weed in a bong
Your pus*y like a G-string or thong
You think I'm sick? f**ked up? Oh am I?
You think you can't die?
Don't think your crazy cuz a years pa*sed by
Beat you down with my f**kin' hands tied
Now change your attitude, before you get cracked from different latitudes
By kids that are mad at you they expect gratitude
I'll strike a foe - even if you don't know me you better act like you know
Especially if you're soft I've earned my stripes like Schwarzkopf
The gun I bust off will tear through your clothes like a moth
Your sloppy, cuz you start beef, and cop please, but not me

[Chorus Ill Bill x2]
I put the D into Drugs an' the G into Guns
I put the D into Dubs an' the T into Thugs
I put the C into 'Caine an' the P into Pain
The G into Game, Pop-Pop three in ya brain

[Goretex]
I rock sickening raps like Woody Allen flares beach hats
A John Hinckley run up on politicians with ski caps
Laser weapons I bleed coke, happiness is like a warm gun
Run in ya crib slitting ya G's throat
Cruise the block, whippin' uzi's an' pop
Loosin the cops, whether new lots or zooming through Watts
The newest space suite, love rocking titties like grapefruits
Phase two - Rasta-ice inverted "Hey-Zeus" (Jesus)
I'm up in fat burger bag some codeine
So clean, pinstripe gat runners are Old G's
serving the fiends crack, dope and weed
Glenwood projects - we living the American dream
Screaming "hey pelican" trains of coke on my cock
Handle bars like "Vivica" with nipples and crotch
We toured - drive-bys on the mongoose with glocks
This ain't rhetorical, the story gets worse you get shot
[Chorus Ill Bill x2]
I put the D into Drugs an' the G into Guns
I put the D into Dubs an' the T into Thugs
I put the C into 'Caine an' the P into Pain
The G into Game, Pop-Pop three in ya brain

Ill Bill - What's Wrong With Bill?

May 2004

1. What's Wrong
2. Overkill
3. The Anatomy Of A School Shooting
4. Glenwood Projects
5. Peace Sells
6. Unstoppable
7. Death Smiles At Murder
8. Chasing The Dragon
9. Alien Workshop
10. Canarsie Artie's Brigade
11. Porno Director
12. American History X
13. Uncle Zowie
14. Legend Has It
15. The Final Scene
16. Chasing The Dragon (Moshpit Mix)