I landed on top of the buildin, jumped out and exploding helicopter   Draggin the pilot by his jaw   Used his body to break the fall   He died on impact, blood splattered his back was broken   Bounced wit a slight limp cause my ankle was swollen      Get your ass up and lets get ill   Get your ass up and lets get ill   Get your ass up and lets get ill   Get your ass up and lets get ill      I landed on top of the buildin, jumped out and exploding helicopter   Draggin the pilot by his jaw   I landed on top of the buildin, jumped out and exploding helicopter   Draggin the pilot by his jaw   Used his body to break the fall   He died on impact, blood splattered his back was broken   Bounced wit a slight limp cause my ankle was swollen   Cia assasin turncoat, burnin toke it serve coke   The worst, loke the fuck out we burst chrome   Double agent CIA merk both sides, and low ride   I'm so high, I can touch the sky   Fuck wit mine you get your head, bust wit 9's   Splattered like 10 pump out of our bathroom floors   Blast you whores, the dead mans the last who draws   I be the first one to let off   Gun slinger with the done figure throw ya head off   Gun slinger with the done figure throw ya head off   Gun slinger with the done figure throw ya head off   Like guillotenes I eat dog   Like the phillipeans through leg work I creep dog   Like a millipede, it's military 9 millimeter's pop off   9 millimeters that wave to your dome will drop off   A hollow tip package, slit cabbage   Get your wig handed to the coroner and examine   Life is for real, I deal wit the license to Ill Ill   It's Ill Bill, wit a rifle and the license to Ill      [Chorus]      Get your ass up and lets get ill   Ill Bill wit a rifle, and the license to Ill   I seen the president get shot at point blank range   Slipped thousands of people drinks and made em act strange   Had my gat in a hollowed out book in the last page   Silliowetter and dessert eagle to splash brains   I'm in the fast lane with cats that high-jack planes   Murderous wit terrorists they know what cash means   I'm sellin candy to these billion dollor crack feinds   Dont even ask me what my path be   Run up on your family wit a gat blastin   Top of the pile, rockin like nigel withal   I turn you out like a virgin wit a cock in ya mouth   Wit a gun to ya head, they find you ina trunk of a benz   Chopped into thousands of little pieces next to one of your freinds   America pimp, my first ho was a married bitch   Now I'm pimpen the first ammendment like larry flint   A true hustla wit a license to kill   It's Ill Bill, wit a rifle and a license to ill      [Chorus] - continues until end