Yo,
Dr. Wolfgang, my Bushwick,
that's right, motherfuckers, stay out of that,
Bill Stern, and B.Y.J.,
Y.J.
Boyd, Texas, Brooklyn,
B.Y.J., Brooklyn, and a place to be,
yeah, yeah, party people!
If it ain't insane as *, it ain't Bushwick,
it's a whole lot of buttons,
please never push this,
you don't want repercussions,
scars,
concussions,
Bushwick Bill will have you beat like percussions,
words to Mitch Green, what you heard I mean,
we ain't gotta wait till Halloween for a murder scene,
niggas run from a gun,
forgetting
they can't,
I drag a moss sprayer cause it won't fit in my pants,
I run up in your ride,
it's parked and it's darkened,
jump out your glove compartment,
sparking the * that
I do,
make many faint,
dead saints turn your blood into candy paint,
quit or split or just
* what you gonna do,
when I put my gun to you,
your life flash in front of you,
niggas
want me done,
nobody try,
swear on my * eye,
everybody dies,
die motherfuckers die
Nine hundred missiles blew a little girl's back off.
All of them came from me,
so you better back off.
I grabbed the Ruger, let the whole rack off.
Bodies in a pile, smile, get it smacked off.
Ransack your house, money I can tax off.
Club parking lot, blow your Cadillac off.
Looking for your workers,
rip all their packs off.
Count up the squirrella,
we can have a stack off.
Where your bitch at,
I'll make her bounce till her back's off.
Then give you something that your mama may tap some.
Holes in your stomach till your whole waist snap off.
Pour out some yak, bite the bottle cap off.
Hate it,
what a passion,
what a bitch,
nigga,
act off.
Ride on your hood everyday and never slack off.
Never let it get squashed, never let it slide.
Die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die.
Kill motherfuckers, kill motherfuckers, kill.
Bleed motherfuckers, bleed motherfuckers, bleed.
Bush motherfuckin', Wick motherfuckin', Bill.
Die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die.
Kill motherfuckers, kill motherfuckers, kill.
Bleed motherfuckers, bleed motherfuckers, bleed.
Bush motherfuckin', Wick.
What's Bushwick's motto?
* the world.
I'm about to tell my partner how I * this girl.
She loves sucking my dick while I'm sitting on the stove.
When he come home,
pussy scent * with his nose.
I'm the sickest dude walking,
sickest nigga rapping.
Sick, looking for your vein to put a track in.
I'm scissored out, weeded out, whatnot.
Eyes bloodshot, cause my eye was shot.
I don't care,
drinking never clear,
what's new for?
I'm on the board in the fifth ward,
start the war.
Pull a whole arsenal out from under the bed.
Then go around passing out guns to the kids.
One of these niggas put it to his mother's head,
shot her through her face while his brother fled.
What you know about wanting to kill for no reason?
That's what it's like being Bushwick, Bill,
for four seasons.
Die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die.
Die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die.
Kill motherfuckers, kill.
Bleed motherfuckers, bleed motherfuckers, bleed.
Bush motherfuckin',
Wick motherfuckin', Bill.
For real.