Ill Connect

(álbum: Clockwork Gray - 2007)

I'ma G like the 7th letter in the alphabet
My shirt's wet all over a new connect
Caught a bullet in my neck and it's spilling just like a sive
Clentch the Glock wondering how long I'm gonna live
But before I get ahead the story let's start with,
The kid we was introduced through a kinda friend
My man Ill Money would never lead me astray
Real playa he don't fuck with nothing but big weight
Put me up on game said the players in town
Hold nothing but Afghan twelve hundred a pound
At that price I could flip three or maybe four
In less than a week through the front and out the back door
He says here the numbers and I called the new cat
Told 'im Money said them L-B-S's looking fat
I'm looking to cop two or thirdies on front
Had intents on flipping two and bagging the third up
And laying the dude down, and skirting with all them pounds
And dumping a couple rounds, and skipping a couple towns over
When my boy Loc celled to the smoked out
Over an inner sight front of the crack house
I said I was planning the attack,
I need a gun man and a Ryda watch my muthafucking back
Cause if shit went wack niggas smoke up on me
What's up R.O.C. it's ya muthafucking homie

Seen the thing was I had to roll dude
Grab the first burner I'm bout to fall through
And bodies gon' go I swear right with me
Blaze and R.O.C. make situations sticky
Let out whoever's there babies are included
We leaving nothing breathing no discussions moving
I won't be seen, cause all they see is the flash from my barrel
Fuck a penitentary, hand steady 160 cock me
Cops can't stop me, fuck I'm getting sloppy
Break a lil' bit cross the front of the bitch
Start gunning when I pass 'em no aces ditched
While the silencer's silencing all that's involved
We about to get paid ain't no time to stall
Attempts to catch the bead of sweat dripping down my face
Burns my eye a lil' bit but my aim is straight

[Hook]
I can see it going down
ILL CONNECT
It's bout to happen right now
ILL CONNECT
Rob that boy for them pounds
ILL CONNECT
I like the way that sounds
ILL CONNECT
It might come back around
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I want the muthafucking crown
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Them bodies bound to be found
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I put 'em deep in the ground
ILL CONNECT

Shit went bad, there was undercover cops
I shot, he shot, and R.O.C. popped
One of his boys in the neck and it got worse
Overhead was the sirens and the sounds of the ghetto bird
I had a coupla holes in my chest like a golf course
And I'm reloading the rounds for the I-4 task force
And canine units that tried to subdue us
Plenty of ammunition I'm looking to get ruthless
Taking shelter behind the side door
Amidst the gun battle I drop a few more
So many shells hit the ground and mixed with my blood
It's dust clouds and gun powder and heat above
Time ticks and the second hand fly pass
The streets is riddled with blood and gun blasts
And the final shot that fatally struck me
An who the fuck are they kidding ain't no killing Ya Dead Homie

[Hook]