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bring it on - the ill spoken lyrics

[intro: [?] & wild bill]
alright, yeah
do remember, look out for the ill spoken (dollar bill)
[?] (beedie, mac) [?]
(the ’08 smash hit) it’s my sh*t right here
best in the business, rated r, diggz (yo)
how high: the mixtape, motherf*ckers (just let me get it, yo)

[verse 1: wild bill]
spittin’ clever bars, come round like tetherball
y’all forever soft, drop your jaw when i—
spittin’ clever bars, come round like tetherball
y’all forever soft, drop your jaw when i—
spittin’ clever bars, come round like tеtherball
y’all forever soft, drop your jaw whеn i let it off
i’ma rise, man, i speak my thoughts
don’t wanna come around the city— (hold on, hold on, hold on)
(one more time, bring it back)
spittin’ clever bars, come round like tetherball
y’all forever soft, drop your jaw when i let it off
i’ma rise, man, i speak my thoughts
don’t wanna come around the city when the street gets dark (uh*uh)
i’ma crack the dutch, grind the piff
pocket full of spliffs that make ya sh*t lift (d*mn)
i’ma grind, man, i get it for weeks
i got this girl at the crib and she grippin’ the sheets
yeah, i just lay back and puff the l
steel ill city, boy, don’t give a f*ck, for real
yeah, i got a pen, a pad, a packet full of packed piff
get ya ass hit with my fast, quick tactics
ya didn’t know? well, sh*t, need to ask, b*tch
got my man beedie and mac poppin’ on that piff
just let me kick a couple back on the track
sh*t, we blessed on the mic, the ’08, the smash hit (yeah, uh)
[chorus: beedie]
(yeah) they wanna hate us while we on
but second that we gone, same haters sing along (sing along)
(yeah) they love the way we make a song
copy all my flows, tell them hoes, “bring it on” (bring it on)
(yeah) they wanna hate us while we on
but second that we gone, same haters sing along (sing along)
(uh) they love the way we make a song
i’m c*cky with my flows, tell them hoes, “bring it on” (b*tch, tell ’em)

[verse 2: beedie]
bring it on (what?), no need to introduce myself
we comin’ through in the booth, we reducin’ health
real truth, knock the tooth out the back of your skull
i finish cats and they raps, then i’m sn*tchin’ ya soul (haha)
backpackin’ rap f*ggots, man, i’m smackin’ ya dome
writin’ poems? man, i write sh*t that shatter ya bones
listen, you phony sand, you holdin’, you got cold feet
no beat, sh*t’ll slow you down like codeine (haha)
i rock with my own team, that’s the triple e’s
hittin’ trees, bigger school to fish than the frickin’ sea
so get with me if you tryna get your money right
f*ck around, i’ma crack ya egg, cook it sunny side
and while you’re playin’ grab*ass with the dj
i’m cruisin’ in the whip, bumpin’ beedie, “instant replay”
this is d*day, you’ll get your ass kicked, this is the classics
you b*st*rds get saran wrapped in plastic, what?
[chorus: beedie & mac miller]
(yeah) they wanna hate us while we on (yup)
but second that we gone, same haters sing along (sing along)
(yeah) they love the way we make a song
copy all my flows, tell them hoes, “bring it on” (bring it on)
(yeah) they wanna hate us while we on
but second that we gone, same haters sing along (sing along)
(uh) they love the way we make a song
i’m c*cky with my flows, tell them hoes, “bring it—” (yo)

[verse 3: mac miller]
hidin’ out, let me kick a anecdote (yup)
blow trees, y’all cowards can’t stand the smoke
so you choke, spit poison, no antidote
so basically we ain’t ya every day standard folk (nope)
and all that bullsh*t you talkin’? need to can it, bro (ha)
’cause i’ll relieve your whole body of its hands and toes
outstandin’ flow, am a pro so i juggle with cons
hustlin’ bombs, you can find me makin’ love with your mom
and it really ain’t the time to be messin’ with me
’cause you ain’t know what i’m destined to be
and you’ll get schooled by every lesson i teach
the way i bless on these beats
is similar to ya mans havin’ s*x with a freak (haha)
ya washed up, now the vultures will eat
hear ’em creep, find you in your room asleep
dreamin’ deep in the sheets, i ain’t sleepin’ in weeks
stayin’ eatin’ these beats
ya hidin’, i’m just waitin’ to seek (with the heat)
so put this song on repeat, they sing along in the streets
and tip ya waiters, everybody’s gotta eat (there ya go)
so put this song on repeat, they sing along in the streets
and tip ya waiters, everybody’s gotta eat (aight, peace)
[chorus: beedie]
(yeah) they wanna hate us while we on
but second that we gone, same haters sing along (sing along)
(yeah) they love the way we make a song
copy all my flows, tell them hoes, “bring it on” (bring it on)
(yeah) they wanna hate us while we on
but second that we gone, same haters sing along (sing along)
(uh) they love the way we make a song
i’m c*cky with my flows, tell them hoes, “bring it on” (tell ’em)

[outro: beedie & [?]]
yeah (can we get wild bill?), motherf*ckers
(charlie [?]) that’s what it is
dollar bill, the ill spoken (the whole pittsburgh)
how high: the mixtape (we in here)

- the ill spoken lyrics

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