Illinois Lyrics

This pack came in all the way from Illinois

The shit ima smokin on choke you up it's kill Roy

Play wit Jay Bandz treat you like a lil boy

Got alotta guns cuz I like playing wit toys

I'm good love you can go out n enjoy

My mind need to get high cuz you always annoy

All that squeaky yellin yea you can stop makin that noise

I'm From the trenches as a youngin the streets employed

All that talkin boy you I'm bout the beef

From Mexico I came up silver street

Don't let Jay Bandz get a srt

Cuz I'm gone be riding while I'm clutching on my heat

Forty Five and my Nina been a bad man

I'm the wheel man known ton get us out jams

Some like Mufusa when I run around wit klan

Never played a instrument but they call me Bandz

Everyday talk to god bout a money plan

Cuz everyday I know I'ma have a spend again

Hit the block two times

Fuck it hit again

Might swerve in traffic a little just cuz I can

Fuck the Ricky bobby everybody do ya own dance

Big pack from Illinois got me in a trance

Need 3 wishes from genie dont need no friends

Big TNG can't never forget Jay Bandz

Twenty Nine Gen 4. Cost Six Fifty

10 Rounds riding round like I'm no rookie

3.78 Barrel it get litty

Outside all the time they know me in my city

Made my own clout everybody say Im poppin

I'm a hunnit to the core so Im always solid

Me and my brothers in the streets out here mobbin

Me and my gang steppin yea you know we locked in

Say ain't no traffic when you make yo own lane

And everyday know you gone be

Face wit hate

Ima knock it out the park gotta touch home plate

Believe in myself be definition of faith

Smoke alotta Mary Jane so I can't the feel hate

I be mobbin with the gang we get to the cake

The ladies love TNG we always on a date

She asked how I paid Girl I sold a couple eigth's!

Envy in the opps but I can't relate

I'm mobbin wit the gang and we stayed the same

Don't talk tooo hard get put in ya place

War ready with the glocks I don't need no AK