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Albums:

Lifer [Clean] (Lifer) · Lifer (Lifer) · Lifer's Group (Lifer's Group) · Lifer (Lifer) · Lifer (Lifer) · Nas & Ill Will Records Presents: QB Finest (QB Finest) · Ill Na Na (Foxy Brown) · Ill at Ease (The Mark of Cain) · Guru Presents Ill Kid Records (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Ill at Ease (The Methadones) – and 46 other albums »


sharp enough
To slice through every page
Destitute and beaten by the system of the crown
The bitter pill you swallowed
Tasted sweeter going down
Falling from his majesty into his ill repute, banished by the kingdom of the word of living truth.
Feeding off the excrement's of bible prophecy,
a hundred dollars I could spend

It was parked out in the driveway at a house of ill-repute
And in the back seat hung a double breasted lime green suit
What
a kid of ill repute
But the skin I wear is my only suit
And you, you're just a substitute
For the one that I hold dear

You know, you could be anyone
God
down the avenue
The shit's getting ill like repute

Enter the strobe light exit harvest moon
Greet throngs of paragons with your own platoon
They
might have ta rob
A don't know just ta get by word
On the road for lifers
Bullets in the fire
Check the chain link
Swayze I'm slummin
Let 'em know
now making me fowl let's bow 
I'll flow a fool like Nile and follow a fool into exile
Fear, the fowl lifer eye of the sniper 
Playin' pussy time
that raised by your granny, pistols and Now & Laters
Your pops was way too busy, missin' your mom's labor
Grew up just like your daddy
To baggin'
Danny Glover
Makin amateurs shudder one by one, take a number
Call me Land O' Lakes cause I'm the man that makes the butter
Ill repute makin chumps
like fish
I bring forth all the ingredients, the elements
Bake a cake and feed the multitude
I play the prostitute in the house of ill repute
me in the wildest beefs, I bring bombers

Bearded like Talibans, booted, my black ninjas
I'll come through, tuxedos on with the gold llamas
Priceless
by the throat
Gotta get a grip but I'm at the end of my rope
I'm not perfect, I know, I know

And if I had a spare moment
I'd probably loan it
Of heron, Don Baron, sniff a bag of blow
Fifth out, runnin' up in Saks with the ill army
Shake feds, play dead, yo check out what Rae said
Lay on ya hands,
Twenty-five to lifers, true and livin snipers
You wait like "Sixth Sense" 'til hard to kill

How you livin' StreetLife?  I'm surrounded by criminals
Serial
scoot I'm yellin', "Gimme all the loot!" 
Bourgeoise pimpin' me now my digits don't compute 
Chillin' in a house of ill repute 
But is you wearin'
Blank face, blank face, blank face, blank face
Blank face, blank face, blank face, blank face
Blank face, blank face
I'll trade the noise for
that top like been lifers
You got tight used to hooky and chill
So I tight plus she cook up a meal
Had the hook up for real
More headaches and stress
Leavin' some battalion, descending from Orion
Travel 'til gone, hear the bust then go
To the next level brought by bass and treble dig with your shovel
and hard like Jack Frost bit me
So many new flows old flows start to panic
It's time they got built by the mic mechanic
y'all heard, I stay in hood
anywhere without my weapons.

Well I grew up on the palms, I was raised by bikers.
Got a friend in Quenton another in Rykers.
At the age of 21 Rancid Punx,
claimin` that there better I`m 
 tickled, ya must be like Sanford on the ripple little by little, I 
 kick verses from the middle of my brain, the Riddler
And then I'll reload
And reload, and reload, and reload, and load
Whole barrel explode!!!!
Nigga I'm T-are-you, that means I'm TRU 2 Da Game
Mention me
by Gs, you can check,
Pickin' up my minum, hit 'em, leaving 'em wrecked,
Fuck yo set, now I'm older wid bouldgers and birds
Overseas bringin' kis
like I love Lucy
my crib is crawling with blunt roaches and
when I'm feigning, I exterminate them by them
lit the dro, in a optimo sizzle slow
hit
And then I'll reload
And reload, and reload, and reload, and load
Whole barrel explode!!!!
Nigga I'm T-are-you, that means I'm TRU 2 Da Game
Mention me