Yeah, Ill At Will Volume 2 Comin' at ya one more time (Yeah!) Yeah, turn me up some, Tommy Brick City, let's go (Yeah) Yeah (Gilla) You ain't know we was comin', did you? Yeah, yo Redman gone wild, here's some live footage (Huh) I ain't blow your mind, then press rewind stupid (Woo) I write sort of crooked, murder with no motive Leave- Are you niggas serious? (Ayo) This Ill At Will Mixtape Volume motherfuckin' 2 (Let me get some weed) Slim Dog, BC4, straight outta Lo-Cash Motherfuckers, let's go (Hehe, yo, yo!) Yeah (Gilla) You ain't know we was comin', did you? Yeah, yo Redman gone wild, here's some- Yo Redman gone wild, here's some live footage I ain't blow your mind, then press rewind stupid I write sort of crooked, murder with no motive Leave rings around you like cups with no coasters Gilla House the broker, been broke too long Now it's time to get strong on the game like LeBron A hot 16? I don't do that there Double the dollar, I give you eskimo air, yep (Yeah!) Why do you want to fuck with me (Yeah) When I'm so stressed up in my mind (Gilla niggas in the house motherfucker, exclusive) I'm having no money to spend (Redman shit) Believe my mind is fucked (Funk Doctor, it's going down) Why do you want to fuck with me (20th Street, [?] Ave up in this motherfucker) When I'm so stressed up in my mind (20th Street, [?] Ave up in this motherfucker) I'm having no money to spend Believe my mind is fuck- (One deuce, let's go) Fuck- Fuck- Fuck-