These are the trials and tribulations of kids trying to act like grown folks [Chorus] [Verse 2: Ill Bill] I was too young to fall in love like Motley Crue Too young
are the trials and tribulations of kids trying to act like grown folks [Chorus] [Verse 2: Ill Bill] I was too young to fall in love like Motley Crue Too young
rappers who hate Ice T Maybe I dogged 'em in a battle or just jealousy Inevitable situation. Sucker rapper frustration I rhyme too tough to bite. Too
trial Fatal not fictitious I rock the cable eighty-six shit, foreign cars young with crazy bitches Man smoke makes me able to quote Solicitin', ill editions
what is there to do? When you out there stunnin' like Oooooohhh. And I can feel your pain young thugs. Stay focus. Cause we can get this money young
deck So you the ill est nigga in Nebraska? Hell naw It's the master, number sixteen, party crasher, Flex I think too much, I drink too much My crew
gutta Thugging, hustling fo' real Like its ill It's still here first Benifill I'm a hustler I don't settle for a couple of mill I want the whole enchilada Like a couple of bill
cannon shoot standing or sitten down Fuck with them junkies like a monkey Nigga ill flip around Man up nigga, stand up, why is you sitten down What they can die to, yea we get high too
overachievers O.G.s and young thugs wanna hold heaters One love real niggas not gettin' out to make a deal nigga I leave a nigga head numb like Bill
talk of bargains or bones or greed Now, may I say, we are agreed? MME. THENARDIER That would quite fit the bill If she hadn't so often been ill Little
motha fucka could dish, Believe it wasn't easy and from what i'm told, Then again I don't remember I was two years old, I was too young to know or see
[Ill Bill] They got AIDS infectin' the globe, Laser weapons and Clones Comfortable as Presidents, Death, Artificial intelligence Frozen organs, post-mortem
[Ill Bill] Non-Phixion be the real hip hop We make you wanna kill cops Cats hatin, 'cause they know I finga girls twats You feel helpless, real jealous
aight? We got seventeen million of us plus, two million indians That makes 19 mil, lightin shit up like wild bill I be the, supreme father plus the ill
my mayback too and ill be goddamned if my diamonds aint blue my moneys dark green and my porche is light gray im headed for dc anybody feel me (Young
