Letra Illa Yukmouth

Illa

(Verse 1)
Slap the microphone master
Blast I put my verbals we stay higher than NASA
Regime be the game we gon rep it you gon stepped and get checked
And you don't wep and this dissect than a whole section a 4
Regime reigns supreme, street reign ghetto beat
Stay blazing hella green, vision hazed
The focus and I watch your impala
Slam will rip your style
Freeze will take your main bitch
And Tech be ripping girls up
We the go getters, mo cheddar
Double M berretta
Break 'em off MOB send them cats in surgery
With urgency , dragging game
Got the urge to be, stacking currency
Murda be, flatline emergency
You rappers ain't ill, acting like you never heard of me
Have to take a deal, you might be committing surgery
Slam against the pick the mic and see have lifting up like I'ma stick her
But I'ma see to get your cause

(Hook)
My arsenal is getting mysterious and critical
Mic check
Regime I Illa
2 Mc's getting death for the cut
The real on the ground around here
My arsenal is getting mysterious and critical
Mic check
Regime I Illa
2 Mc's getting death for the cut
The real on the ground around here

(Verse 2)
Me and my dogs always willing at the party
They show me love and if I call then you charge me
I'm on the furgo these bitch ass she getting naughty
Some nigga love me while we kick it with the shawty
What the problem is, I got my dogs too
Bitch nigga we all crew, come in with this off view
And we ain't tripping 'cause you all blue
We trippin' with you 'cause you hatin homie why don't you come through
Get the fuck out my face, motherfucker I don't like that shit
Got me thinking better bite that lip
You know how nigga bite that script
Don't like that bitch
How many motherfuckers must get beat down
How many gotta know how me sounds
We can all be down, we can all be seen now
Big dogs nigga, in Colorado
You know they straight blaze niggas
And that's the motto
You never gonna disrespect, how you gonna dismiss tech
You better here, never get in my face again

(Hook)
My arsenal is getting mysterious and critical
Mic check
Regime I Illa
2 Mc's getting death for the cut
The real on the ground around here
My arsenal is getting mysterious and critical
Mic check
Regime I Illa
2 Mc's getting death for the cut
The real on the ground around here

(Verse 3)
It's Freeze
Lyrical massacre his blood looking lavender
Under the luminoir when I splated him
Looming glove sticking trigger finger murder for higher
German fire 4 ring, german out we travel
You sweetest could die for
I love a diva I'm building an empire
Make you explode like McGyver , royal atire or designer
You let me just kill, I'm Bradley Cooper limitless peel
I peel stacks of unlimited squeal
I make change you like Gary Yackes
With a tech 9 in the compartment of my Oz 88
Work on a paper plate , we up in smoking paper plane
You off the rack, we all Taylor made
Smoking with the Taylor game
Exotic clutches exotic models I fuck with
Exotic purple strands your flower bottles and buzz
Stage dial aisle 9 5 serving twinkers
I eat them, you weak like clock radio speakers

(Hook)
My arsenal is getting mysterious and critical
Mic check
Regime I Illa
2 Mc's getting death for the cut
The real on the ground around here
My arsenal is getting mysterious and critical
Mic check
Regime I Illa
2 Mc's getting death for the cut
The real on the ground around here