Ill Bill - Legend Has It lyrics

[Verse 1] A drug deal gone bad, dead drug dealers, dead D.T.'s A duffel bag of yeyo, at least seven keys Pool party shoot out veteran, call me Jim Shooter who*es copped, left me two guns with twin Rugers Grand Theft Auto, sawed-off shotty party Canarsie artie, rep the hood, The rap John Tardy with nines on me Tell me who you be or you be gone We squeeze chromes, stop you in your tracks f** up your life like teen moms One Hour Photo, creep out like Mork From Ork Use the HK to speak when I talk the talk Walk quietly and pop with the MP-7 Put it to your melon, pop off and empty seven Split you in half like when my mom and dad was divorced Me and my peoples be the real life gangs of New York I'm so sick with it, I spit it like cannibal corpse We be causing a moshpit like Cro-Mags at L'Amours So who you think this is? Ill Bill, ride and I'm gone Horrifying like a Time Square suicide bomb Beyond and beyond, we let the drama start Terrorize you like freedom fighters Exploding on the streets of Islamabad Unapproachable, unfriendly, untouchable Bulletproof, torture you to d**h, punish you Connect heart, react like Colombian d**h squad Funded by CIA drug money, possessed by [Hook x 2] Legend has it that before I war I worship Satan Drink human blood and have orgies amongst Masons Amongst the faces of presidents that crush nations Stuff a nun, sacred s*ut, draped in lust and hatred [Verse 2] I put the biscuit in your mouth and spit it like System Of A Down Get your weight up, I'm throwing pistols at the crowd Now a powerbroker Non fiction, the future is now over Prisoners of war tortured by proud soldiers Tell horror stories, Medal of Honour for war ceremonies Transport d** like heavy metal roadies While they transmit their bullsh** through television cameras Super powers throwing their gang signs like gang bangers f** CNN, f** Meet the Press, f** Al Jazeera f** all of y'all, I won't be brainwashed by the media Speak it how I live it, powerful lyrics Leave an entire crowd in hysterics Popping the four pound when you hear it I been the worst thing since the CIA trained Bin Laden The kids ride when I pop off, Crooklyn to Compton I be the crypt keeper, the Grim Reaper, I spit ether Guaranteed fatalities, leaving your wig leaking [Hook x 2] [Verse 3] When I die I pray to God that I arrive in Heaven At least an hour before the Devil know that I'm dead It's gonna take more than a single bullet hole to my head You're gonna have to nuke the whole Brooklyn borough instead I trust nobody, question everything, I'm the king Turn the weak into wolves and the wolves into sheep Teach you how to k** police then dispose of the heat My foes throw themselves off of buildings in the throes of defeat I'm like the Moses of this whole sh** I got b**hes that sell blow, blow dick, and s** their own tits Choking on weed smoke, we squeeze toast My enemies scream, “No, please don't!” Get your whole team soaked We coked out like Chris Farley the day he died Survive and your life don't mean sh** if you ain't even really alive I walk off backwards with my nines in your faces While you watch me brainwash your entire generation [Hook x 2]