Wili’n Wili’n

[Intro: Clay The Raider] Word up! Afficial Nast: Gang Green, Onyx, All City I don't care where we go What show we blow, niggas gonna know New York definitely wili'n, son Word up! Onyx, All City, Gang Green, Afficial Nast Word up, we wili'n, son [Verse 1: X1] Yo, yo X1, I'll blow your face to the back of your head Thinking that you living nigga, but you actually dead Yo, the game of life, the whole New York State is trife You got a gun, you aim it right You play these streets you play it tight, doing dirt All my life will make you niggas pray at night So what's the deal? Nig, grab your steel, quick kill, nigga, all for mills Seen this rap shit little too ill Back selling drugs fuck with krills Pass the heat to my nig big breels Being broke here, yeah, I know how it feels Can't even peel a dollar bill Asking me buy you a meal, don't you know I just got my deal Why don't you analyze, stop and chill You wack niggas, you ain't got no skill Fake niggas just disappear Afficial Nast be the shit this year How can I make this shit more clear nigga, what, what? [Chorus: Afficial Nast & Greg Valentine] We wili'n-wili'n, we wili'n-wili'n We wili'n-wili'n, we wili'n-wili'n (We whili'n!) We wili'n-wili'n, we wili'n-wili'n We wili'n-wili'n [Verse 2: Sonsee] Born Friday the thirteenth, a minute after a quarter at the nine My cats clap your kind, you ass are dying, can't laugh for mines Slash your spine right out your body And make you wobbly probably y'all got three All for you to see how wild the fuck that I be You too fly, too high, off the lot and coca The only shine you want be getting is the shine on your eye Word, it's critical, you ridicule, you did it occur to you Your pitiful, they murder you, get rid of you, like niggas do [Verse 3: J Mega] Yo, where I'm from, no love lets you come from Niggas wanna get dumb, I got that NY streets—where it's hard at Me and my peeps might spark at ounce stack Nigga roll on get your shit thrown back Nigga got gay since real go back Niggas our age don't live long that Figured you paid - you stripped all that shit Every nigga is touchable Can I hit you one time? Mites keep busting you Little shorties be bugging too Now I'm so ill why this just fucking you? Setup say ain't nothing new Got the free dope baby mama ain't trustable Old Irv got a gun too Put a nigga down make sure he don't come to [Chorus: Afficial Nast & Greg Valentine] We wili'n-wili'n, we wili'n-wili'n We wili'n-wili'n, we wili'n-wili'n (We whili'n!) We wili'n-wili'n, we wili'n-wili'n We wili'n-wili'n [Verse 4: Fredro Starr] When my slugs is hot like 21 shots Strike your heart to make your blood drop Fuck the cops fuck freezing stop Cock the Glock and squeeze my Glock These streets is locked nigga keep the heat cocked Afficial Naz nigga like it or not Pistols blast I like that a lot 28 days your ass will rot Fredro Starr nigga blaze your set Feel me niggas then raise your tech With the infrared nigga hit the deck Shoot in your head one out your neck Niggas like you get disrespect Can't even walk your own projects Shot your legs, you under presh You under stress, my guns a test [Verse 5: Still Livin'] See us in the club you run and hide Knowing we got our guns inside Shoot the 5 nigga know I never Because shooting the 9 is so much better Cold as hell getting deader and deader Spread out on the ground with holes in your sweater Fuck you gonna do bout that 15 niggas be on your back Laying your ass to the ground so flat Niggas won't' even know where you at Wili'n wili'n we on attack Go for yours what nigga, react? [Chorus: Afficial Nast & Greg Valentine] We wili'n-wili'n, we wili'n-wili'n We wili'n-wili'n, we wili'n-wili'n (We whili'n!) We wili'n-wili'n, we wili'n-wili'n We wili'n-wili'n [Verse 6: Sticky Fingaz] These some ghetto niggas you fucking with Come out your face ill buss your shit Throw my guns and rush your click We wili'n wili'n our heads is sick Kill every nigga that you came with Fuck the law they can get the dick Niggas trying to front I don't believe that shit Wanna die quick, pass my stick Fucking with me where you gonna live Got mad niggas inside your crib 14 shots inside your ribs Fucked your wife and killed your kids Look at the shit that I done did Fucked around I done flipped my lid Looking at 25 life yeah big Fuck the jails I'm trying to live [Bridge: Greg Valentine] We whili'n! [Chorus: Afficial Nast & Greg Valentine] We wili'n-wili'n, we wili'n-wili'n We wili'n-wili'n, we wili'n-wili'n (We whili'n!) We wili'n-wili'n, we wili'n-wili'n We wili'n-wili'n, we wili'n-wili'n We wili'n-wili'n, we wili'n-wili'n We wili'n-wili'n, we wili'n-wili'n (We whili'n!) We wili'n-wili'n, we wili'n-wili'n We wili'n-wili'n, we wili'n-wili'n [Outro] Word up, what-what