Ill Bill - Howie Made Me Do It lyrics

[Hook: Steven King] I hear loud n***as talking but they don't really want it My gauge'll blow your motherf**ing brains out Soon as you act retarded the gat'll start sparking I'll show you what my motherf**ing 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 sh** ain't a game I'mma burn you to flames cause Howie made me do it [Verse 1: Steven King] It's Steven King, I spit nothing but cla**ics 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 n***as up with the one plus eight I'm the man of the year You so whack that n***as put their hands on their ears And tell you, “Shut the f** 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 sh**, 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 [Hook] [Verse 2: Ill Bill] 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 f** the industry, y'all f*ggots 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 d**, tour, smoke nudies, and f** who*es Got black b**hes with white eye shadow that like to swallow And white b**hes 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 co*k back, empty Dessies in the side of your wig, f*ggot [Hook] [Verse 3: Syn Roc] Too hot, create semi caliber, I'mma co*k 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 n***a 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 n***a 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 n***a I'm grimy, wilding on the alcho temp Try to front on me and get hit with sixteen clips [Hook] [Verse 4: E-Dot] Alright ahk who wanna f** round? It's the Dot, you hear the pop n***a duck down ? canuck, I'm repping cop k**er 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 s**, push your luck, get laid the f** 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