Title speaks for itself
hiphop
rap
rnb
lil wayne
50 cent
joe budden
wayne
lee
youngbuck
royceda59
leerocka
slaughter house
wayne lee
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Story behind the song
A song to remind the haters of who the f*** I am...
Lyrics
I'm illy, really u best believe me.
I'm clearly, here to make my 1st milli.
Feel me, u should cause I hot like gillie,
da kid or mr prince of philly.
Mr. president of the hood of my city.
I don't need to touch u but u still feel me.
Ridin dirty, like I'm mr. chamilli.
make wack sh** ? that sh** is silly.
cause I make nothing but hits and classic.
Make u bounce like hydrolic, writes heiroglyphic.
do the mathematics, I make 60 hot sh** s.
and I'm still making more as u talk sh** .
Take shots at me, u miss like midgit missing dunk.
so stop it, no! keep them hates coming punk.
cause hate motivate, it feeds my hunger.
I'm sick? not even close cause muthaf*** a I'm Ill.
I'm ill, call nurse or the doctor.
I'm a rap monster cause my flow give horror.
to haters that's why they hate LEE-Rocka.
though I never bother them wack ass sucka.
Other than doing my god damn thang,
Don't tempt me unless u really got them thang.
to push or squeeze if not please leave.
unless u wanna die or rest in pease.
test the beast? u must be crazy,
don't be mad cause I got ur lady.
all over me like honey to them bees.
even when I didn't show my dollar to them b*** .
I got that swag that's ill like that.
Don't mean to brag but I'm real like that.
I'm sorry that u can't be me brother.
Sick with it? no not really! cause muthaf*** a I'm Ill.