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La Coka Nostra feat. Steven King and Skam2 – Straight Illin lyrics

[Verse 1: Steven King]

I’m a real nigga, catch me on the streets before you catch me on Twitter
Take a look, cops got books with faces, I call it a real Facebook
Gotta grab my gun, that Kool G rap that got a brother on the run
I be a Slumdog Millionaire before a bum
Take a sip man, I’m hard like Jamaican Rum
I make you run like Forrest Gump
I’m not flies, I bring more than goons
Shots fired on when they hit the autotunes
Start the violence, a king like Leonidas
Set it off like ?, people die over egos
He a bird like fuck y’all niggas
Porcupine ? stuck y’all niggas
Back up or feel the wrath of a Mac truck
No four leaf clovers, it’s straight bad luck
Down the road a cop backed in squeezed own you go
I’m a G, you think I’m talking bout a thousand yo
Knock your ass out on that Codeine and Tylenol
King’s wildin’ y’all

[Chorus: Skam 2]

This shit is off the hook, believe that shit
Just stare if you want, we don’t see that shit
Sound like a bitch, can’t be no pimp
So even if you run you will get hit
Bill is illin’, King is illin’
What more can I say? We street villains
Skam is illin’, we straight illin’
What more can I say?

[Verse 2: Ill Bill]

La Coka Nostra, I’m a Cult Leader
Catch me in business class, so clean with the heater
Oz or OG I’m OT with the cheebah
Overseas with the reefer, codeine in my teacup
Jesus, Hitler, Adolf, Christ bugs on me
Scrape off lice, drive by, sprayed off twice
Came back, shot you in the head, ate more times
Then jetted off to the lab to create more crimes
History is written by the winners
I’m from New York, homie, the hottest of summers, the bitterest of winters
Bear witness, bear bubble coats, brother snub nose
Uncle cutthroats, father fuck holes, mama loves coke
Drama unfolds, this is not TV Land
A brand you can trust say thanks to Steely Dan
Ill Bill shoot to kill super real like the youth of Brazil
Beautiful girls on unusual pills

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Skam2]

What the fuck you talking bout? See when this thing is out
My mechanism spit a flow even in a crowd
? as a Guiness Stout in Bob Marley’s head
When Biggie rolling a zig for Martin Luther King
Fuck who you think you with, I’m everything you ain’t
You only do what you can, I do what you can’t
Cause on a beat I’m a beast I’m a freak
With a leash long enough to chase every pussy on streets
That I reside, roll till I wreck out
Add more black to my soul till I check out
If you ain’t fam I’d never stick my neck out
Skam’s a cult leader taking your whole sect out
And that’s real talk for your fake ass
I’m kinda hungry dog, better break fast
With your snake ass, it’s time to mow grass
If you ain’t quick on the gas that’s your ass

[Chorus]

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4 Comments

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