I'm Ill (исполнитель: Fabolous ft. Red cafe (Chorus: Sample of "A Billi")
RAH, I’m ill, I’m ill, I’m ill, RAH, RAH, I’m ill, (I’m ill) I’m ill, I’m ill, I’m ill, (Red Cafe) RAH, RAH, MOTHERF-CKER I’M ILL! MOTHERF-CKER I’M ILL, MOTHERF-CKER I’M ILL (Talk to ‘em) RAH, RAH, (N-gga) I’m ill I’m ill, I’m ill, I’m ill, (I got this) RAH, RAH! [ Red Cafe - Verse 1] Pop deuce spot, kid latch off, still rep white, that Ash Roth That uncut, that sushi, I’m too G, that’s Gucci (WHAT ELSE!!!) I’m bossed up, they washed up, e’ryday that Kush I cough up By all cash, we don’t rent out, I’m ill, swag in the penthouse Been a Konvict, ask Akon, had blocks locked, ask Avon That’s real talk, what’s up B’Mo! (Yep!) Bad Boy got Diddy on the T’Mo (WHAT ELSE!!!) I’m ill, make it look simple, DJ bring it back like a rental Drinks don’t stop, we party all night And e’rywhere I go, I let it go like [bad word] Sample of "Billi" by Jay-Z] (Red Cafe) (*Fabolous) RAH, I’m ill, I’m ill, I’m ill, RAH, RAH, I’m ill, (I’m ill) I’m ill, I’m ill, I’m ill, (Red Cafe) RAH, RAH, MOTHERF-CKER I’M ILL! MOTHERF-CKER I’M ILL, MOTHERF-CKER I’M ILL RAH, RAH, (what else) (*Loso) I’m ill, (*I’m ill in case you ain’t know so!) I’m ill, I’m ill, I’m ill, (*It’s R) RAH, RAH! [Fabolous - Verse 2] If my name was Willis, they’ll prol’ly call me Will But I’m the illest so that’s why they call me ill! EWWWW! You n-ggas disgust me And they ain’t talkin ’bout [bad word] unless they discuss me Funeral Fab, yeah I’m in the building y’all All black on and I be killin y’all So, the name speak for itself You have a loser plus a lame that’ll equal yourself Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest ones Still on my Grizzlies, no Iverson (Waddup A.I.) You ain’t no gangsta, you an off-duty cop With ya fake [bad word] they should call you booty shots Yankee game, better seats [bad word] got [bad word] pot has me wit the eyes Matsui got (nice) That n-gga, that you are not Red dot on ya head’s the best tattoo you got RAH! [bad word] (Red Cafe) [Red Cafe - Verse 3] They trash, And I’m ill, I’m too hot how the f-ck I’m ‘gon chill Laid back, Maybach, back seat I’M BALLIN! Like a athlete Talk is cheap, everyone could afford it Shakedown here, now everyone applaud Now it’s showtime, time to camcorde I’m in the buildin, and I’m the landlord From the east, opposite of Kanye No appetizers it’s just en trees Just four doors, maybe a couple Coupes Everybody’s eatin, no Cup Soup’s General R, just showed up Don’t pass me nothin already rolled up Drinks don’t stop, party all night And everywhere I go, I let it go like [bad word]