| Song | The Ill Shit - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Erick Sermon |
| Album | No Pressure |
| 作词 : Sermon, Troutman | |
| With tha boom and ping! | |
| Listen to the ill shit that | |
| I bring bring! (repeats 4 times) [Erick Sermon] | |
| What's the 411? | |
| Erick Sermon, | |
| Ice Cube, and | |
| Kam are here to get the job done | |
| So back the **** up! | |
| I have an attitude, dude, | |
| I'm 'bout ta get rude | |
| I'm buckin' out shots during my interlude | |
| Right about now | |
| I'm 'bout ta get corageous like the cat | |
| Got the gat in the corner of my back so get the bozack | |
| The American | |
| Dream, the people choice pick | |
| I flip more vowels than | |
| Pat Sajak's white bitch | |
| I'm bad ask | |
| Michael Jackson's dad about | |
| E-Double The mack fram, the black superman made of steel | |
| The mic I'm holdin' is a | |
| Samson E-D the | |
| Green Eyed | |
| Bandit in raw fashion | |
| I'm lettin' niggaz know my territory | |
| My ground is rugged. | |
| I kill a million niggaz so **** it! | |
| Nick knack paddy whack give a dog a bone | |
| Once again it's on with the brand new song, yeah boy! [Chorus] [Kam] | |
| God damn, not | |
| Kam! But I'm afraid so, | |
| I lay low like a brick | |
| Quick to make a cameo, so hand me your eardrum cuz here comes the 411 | |
| Little devils don't go to heaven, 187 on a saltine cracker | |
| Smack a, paranoid busta so don't make me have to act a fool | |
| What's up? | |
| Now you can determine | |
| The West Coast niggaz is down with | |
| Erick Sermon on the | |
| G tip We trips hard on the opposition | |
| Three niggaz on a mission so listen to the | |
| Ill Shit Cuz we'll get wrecked! | |
| What you expect! | |
| **** a rain nigga take a chin check! [Chorus] [Ice Cube] | |
| Well here | |
| I go again, throwin' up the | |
| W Ice Cube and | |
| I'm down wit' | |
| E-Double crew | |
| Pullin' up in my homie's black 6-4 | |
| Hittin' switches but mine's a convertible | |
| Matched to the | |
| West side, still got the 2-2 | |
| Cuz some niggaz don't believe in a gang truce | |
| Personal shit what is this??? | |
| EPMD, goin' out of business? | |
| God damnit! | |
| Can't leave my dog stranded...the green eyed bandit | |
| Picked up | |
| Kam cause my nigga need a ride. | |
| **** a peace treaty | |
| But still have the 4-5...glock cocked for the clown | |
| Yeah we down pulled up and echoed sound | |
| Don't ya know that we can drop 10 of these, dope tracks | |
| So **** all our enemies! [Chorus] |
| zuò cí : Sermon, Troutman | |
| With tha boom and ping! | |
| Listen to the ill shit that | |
| I bring bring! repeats 4 times Erick Sermon | |
| What' s the 411? | |
| Erick Sermon, | |
| Ice Cube, and | |
| Kam are here to get the job done | |
| So back the up! | |
| I have an attitude, dude, | |
| I' m ' bout ta get rude | |
| I' m buckin' out shots during my interlude | |
| Right about now | |
| I' m ' bout ta get corageous like the cat | |
| Got the gat in the corner of my back so get the bozack | |
| The American | |
| Dream, the people choice pick | |
| I flip more vowels than | |
| Pat Sajak' s white bitch | |
| I' m bad ask | |
| Michael Jackson' s dad about | |
| EDouble The mack fram, the black superman made of steel | |
| The mic I' m holdin' is a | |
| Samson ED the | |
| Green Eyed | |
| Bandit in raw fashion | |
| I' m lettin' niggaz know my territory | |
| My ground is rugged. | |
| I kill a million niggaz so it! | |
| Nick knack paddy whack give a dog a bone | |
| Once again it' s on with the brand new song, yeah boy! Chorus Kam | |
| God damn, not | |
| Kam! But I' m afraid so, | |
| I lay low like a brick | |
| Quick to make a cameo, so hand me your eardrum cuz here comes the 411 | |
| Little devils don' t go to heaven, 187 on a saltine cracker | |
| Smack a, paranoid busta so don' t make me have to act a fool | |
| What' s up? | |
| Now you can determine | |
| The West Coast niggaz is down with | |
| Erick Sermon on the | |
| G tip We trips hard on the opposition | |
| Three niggaz on a mission so listen to the | |
| Ill Shit Cuz we' ll get wrecked! | |
| What you expect! | |
| a rain nigga take a chin check! Chorus Ice Cube | |
| Well here | |
| I go again, throwin' up the | |
| W Ice Cube and | |
| I' m down wit' | |
| EDouble crew | |
| Pullin' up in my homie' s black 64 | |
| Hittin' switches but mine' s a convertible | |
| Matched to the | |
| West side, still got the 22 | |
| Cuz some niggaz don' t believe in a gang truce | |
| Personal shit what is this??? | |
| EPMD, goin' out of business? | |
| God damnit! | |
| Can' t leave my dog stranded... the green eyed bandit | |
| Picked up | |
| Kam cause my nigga need a ride. | |
| a peace treaty | |
| But still have the 45... glock cocked for the clown | |
| Yeah we down pulled up and echoed sound | |
| Don' t ya know that we can drop 10 of these, dope tracks | |
| So all our enemies! Chorus |