Letras:
Ill Kid

you? If I need a stunt double I'll use you Pardon y'all, I don't wanna step on y'all toes Seperate the authentic from the replica flows And the kid be

we can shine some get up off ur ass and n**** and grind some [chorus] flash fuckers on the tip of the gat you can put on flat but ill kill that ill

! Bring yo' dick-suckin' friends! S & M! Let the beatings begin! S & M! Bring yo' momma and her friend! S & M! Bring all your horny friends! [Verse 2: Fresh Kid

grabbed some girls and a bottle of Mo' I'm the Brother Marquis and it's time to get ill Everybody knows that's how I chill [Fresh Kid Ice] About that

aint hard to find (Heaven aint hard to find) [verse 2] Tupac In fact you can have it just have faith Just like a little kid still believin in magic

the grave, life ain't never been easy Living in the ghetto. From the cradle to the grave since a little bitty child I've been known to get ill and kinda

've been insane and I wont ever be the same Cuz we flow we must be fly first to flow, Nickel my brother so wise and then I rise here's an ill kid pimpin

've been insane and I wont ever be the same Cuz we flow we must be fly first to flow, Nickel my brother so wise and then I rise here's an ill kid pimpin

s over there then sike shazam we strike with the lightnin' through space we move and emit an ill tracer we're set to light your world kid we're your maker