Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww shit!
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Eat it out, eat it out, no doubt, no doubt
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Check it out, yo
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The year 2000 begins a new age for the cop killers, know what I'm sayin?
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The saga of the Ill Bill continues
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The flavor's Non Phixion y'all - get wit it
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Check it out, check it out
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[Verse One]
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Check out this new Ill Bill gimmick that's splendid
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Since you're down with other shit let's see if you're down wit this
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It's about strictly tryin to kill a cop
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Once you get the hang of it, after you blast one you steal his glock
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First of all you need a fat bag of dust plus the biscuit
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Any local store sells the shit, friend
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Purchase a milli', not that bitch Millie Jackson silly stunt
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I'm talkin about the nine millimeter gun
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Pick up the gat, scratch the serial numbers off
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No fingerprints, surgical ones are my gloves of choice
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All of these other cop killers be thinkin guns are toys
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And when these cats get caught, they snitch on all they boys
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I kill a cop on a solo mission; without a pair of gloves
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Shot him in the face with a stolen biscuit
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Then wiped my fingerprints off real careful
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If you don't think you ready yet dog, just let the song prepare you
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That's how you kill a cop (*repeat 6X*)
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Let's all kill a cop, and get locked up, what
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That's how you kill a cop -- peace to Necro
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That's how you kill a cop -- peace to Necro
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That's how you kill a cop (*repeat 4X*)
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Let's all kill a cop, and get locked up
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[Verse Two]
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Yeahhhh! The second paragraph, might make you laugh
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When a cat try to kill a cop and catch a plunger in the ass
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That's when you know you got to take the gun from him
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cause you bout to get snubbed next, and you hyped up, so fuck runnin
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And now the real fun begins son
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You kill these ten cops, the best part, you walk away with ten guns
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Now you the one that's takin gats from pigs
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Imagine one gang, consistin of the Bloods, Crips and Latin Kings
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That's when you start to realize what the police is
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Government funded gang-bangin thugs; that's what beast is
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They say I'm evil, I'm the most righteous
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Run up in precincts with assault rifles; kill police and throw bibles
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Walked out the precinct leavin no survivors
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Half his decapitated wig splattered across the precinct driveway
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The watts was stuffed up his body, jerk and gyrate
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Shoot him ten more times, then I merc off on the highway
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That's how you kill a cop (*repeat 6X*)
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Let's all kill a cop, and get locked up, what
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That's how you kill a cop (*repeat 6X*)
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Let's all kill a cop, and get locked up
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[Verse Three]
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Yeahhhh! Last but not least, Ill Bill like to say peace
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to all the cop killers, from the Tri-State to the Middle East
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And gimme some dust when I kick the bucket
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Pistol or no pistol, when high I'm the wrong to be fucked with
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So everybody put they gun up in the air
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Cock it back and lick a shot like you just don't care
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SO - PUMP UP THE VOLUME!! Screamin out, "Fuck cops!"
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I'm out - peace to my pops, I'm off to the dust spots
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Yeah, Ill Bill's in the house
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Yeah, Goretex in the house
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Yo, peace to my motherfuckin fam Non-Phixion
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Yo, I'm out
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Yo Necro, turn that shit off, man
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TURN THAT FUCKIN SHIT OFF!!!
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How To Kill A Cop
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Non Phixion |