Yallah Yallah

[Intro: OT The Real]
Let's go! OT!

[Verse 1: OT The Real]
I refuse to lose the vision
I used to smack child molesters and take they food in prison
I guess the last couple hits got him
He's bleeding to death, having a seizure, and my bro walked up and pissed on him
Guards coming, OG got life, so he gon' take the rap
When we got out, we smoked the PO who told, that's how we paid it back
Bad work, I had to take it back, the plug was taken back
But he knows I'm official ticial and everything I say is facts
Get your bros involved, ask around, we'll smoke 'em all
I reach for my gun, you reach for phones to call
Now look at my catalog, I own it all
Still put five hundred on half a jawn and zone it all
These other rappers never felt a bird (never)
The state couldn't charge conspiracy, they couldn't prove I sent the word
So rest in peace and you can rest assured
The pain never felt this pure, tell my enemies check the score

[Chorus: ILL BILL]
Shoot-Shoot-Shooter run up in your crib screaming yallah yallah
He look Palestinian but he from Guatemala
Bench race in the park the stakes high as fuck
Get your face shot the fuck off after they tie you up
Shoot-Shoot-Shooter run up in your crib screaming yallah yallah
He look Palestinian but he from Guatemala
Bench race in the park the stakes high as fuck
Get your face shot the fuck off after they tie you up

[Verse 2: Slaine]
Strategize with GOATs, took an oath to keep me disguised
Fraternize with GOATs, patternize secrets and lies
Shatter rising hopes, hell and heavens equal divide
People weep at the stars we put to sleep in the skies
Steel sharpen steel, you can feel what we can devise
Cuts deep like betrayal from these leeches and lies
That's life, not sunshine, peaches and pies
Creatures with knives, streetsweepers and beef of all kinds
A fork in the road when you put your feet to the fires
Arms too short to reach for the skies
From the beginning of time do what we must so we can survive
Perhaps, I'm only just reaching the choirs
I've been known by many names to foes and adversaries
But those I had to bury won't know just average everyday Joes
This is life or death, overcome freedom in jail
Beat the system bleeding and eating, I meet 'em in Hell

[Chorus: ILL BILL]
Shoot-Shoot-Shooter run up in your crib screaming yallah yallah
He look Palestinian but he from Guatemala
Bench race in the park the stakes high as fuck
Get your face shot the fuck off after they tie you up
Shoot-Shoot-Shooter run up in your crib screaming yallah yallah
He look Palestinian but he from Guatemala
Bench race in the park the stakes high as fuck
Get your face shot the fuck off after they tie you up

[Verse 3: ILL BILL]
A man waited for God to do him a favor
He still waiting with foolish notions that he can rule the globe and kill Satan
We need an exorcist, everyone's possessed here
Breathin' the desert mist, I feel the presence of Koresh here
Pazuzu's in the air, lose you with Lucifer's prayer
My wolves are prepared for any voodoo that you declare
Shooters are no bueno zooted off of the cocaino
Chopped up a Fentanyl equal to sniffing pure Drano
Make it stretch like a limousine, cut it like a guillotine
Get him high but not so high it kills the fiend
Return clientele's very customary
Custies bust their cherry on this shit and run back in a hurry
I couldn't trust a syllable of something that you said
With you I gotta have eyes in the back of my fuckin' head
The lowest vibration or level of respect
Is murder worthy, I should put a bullet in you, dead