runnin' into trouble you skitch he's my bitch ha ha ha ha ha You wanted riches and license to kill you got poverty and then you got ill You got poor
say money's the root of all evil but I can't tell YouknowhatImean, pesos, francs, yens, cowrie shells, dollar bills Or is it the mindstate that's ill?
like it raw!) [x4] [VERSE 3: Billy Danzenie] Yo, here I am (So what up?) Get it on, cocksucker That nigga Bill seem to be a ill black brother I gets
go by All day long I watched and observed No, I gotta be jokin, that's word to Herb I can take a lickin and keep on smilin Who needs a license to ill,
/ vybe with me doc/ vybe with me jo/ vybe with me dawg/ vybe with me folk/ blowing through the ville with the bass to the max/ riding fast and da license