Look around see the enemies of Allah Smile like they ain't dead Look at they bongs Friends 'til they ain't fed Look at they jaws How'm I supposed to rest, dog? Scared, I'm on self imposed house arrest I tell 'em meet they maker Drink a gun butt with a bullet chaser Figure 'nother one less is another one gone If they could say what they saw They'd say, "A wild mother fucker too ill for the law."
Too ill for the law Too ill for the law Go ahead and snitch, bitch Spill to the law Too ill for the law Too real for the law All you heard was poppa Don't hit me no more.
Kick in the door wavin' the .44 All I know, Lakutis too ill for the law Ill for the law Too ill for the law Too ill for the law Too ill for the law
One finger salute to the coppers When I die please CC my PO Send the deceased to CCCP Bury me with more gold than C-3PO Oh
I'll be fine by myself in the ground Where these cameras can't see me Though feel me Yo, gotta be hotter Esophagus filled with that vodka 'til I can't breathe I can't see shit But the demons inside of me were to repent
Too ill for the law Too ill for the law Go ahead and snitch, bitch Spill to the law Too ill for the law Too real for the law All you heard was poppa Don't hit me no more.
Kick in the door wavin' the .44 All I know, Lakutis too ill for the law Ill for the law Too ill for the law Too ill for the law Too ill for the law