Lyrics
It’s time to think about the repercussion
That could lead to heaters busting
And people cussing, and each of us
In danger with a stranger, aiming to rearrange ya
Story so they can hang ya
Amplifying anger cause they?
I couldn’t find piece of mind with these rednecks
Sending death threats to my cell and landline for that
East Coast avengers, kill Bill on wily track
Right-wing attack, they thought we were black
So open to attack, calling us censored version of the N-word
«fuck the East Coast Avengers», that’s all I heard
Plus my wife was eight months pregnant
When they had us on that Keith Doberman MSNBC segment
So flagrant, I was queefing and stepping, sleeping with a weapon
For the death threats that I was getting
Me, DC and Trademark, doing radio spots
While the feds was raiding our spots
We were spitting in the face of rocks
I’m on the government list, I still got like-minded fans bumpin' their fists to
something like this
Fuck Bill O’Reilly, he had to be dissed, and fuck censoring my shit,
dog I’m magic at this
Every action got a reaction so if you disembody with passion
Brace for repercussions, it’s bound to happen
Some beef is big, and some beef and some beef is small, but charcoal beef is
not beef at all
Grim reaper repercussions, nine-milli bustin'
Creeps and dustheads
Enemies with police that bust leads
Did assault ?, had to kill a cop
If its a hot '97, they play the same way Diallo got shot
Then channel 9 put me on prime time news
I shouldn’ta done it, that was foolish for a guy in my shoes
Publicity’s cool, but not all that glitters is good
Now I’m really on the radar of the pigs in my hood
People that barely knew my name now saying that Billy was good
Elevator, autograph-haters just jealous of the kid
Little bit of fame, little bit of money but big balls
My girl at the time worked on Rykers for Rick Ross
That «had-to-kill-a-cop-guy»
Got my dick sucked by a policewoman, licence with a Glock Nine
Not all repercussions are bad, I was glad
Until I found out that the police chief was her dad