Billy lyrics

[Intro: RZA]
Eh-yo, man, f*ckin'..
Mothaf*ckin' Billy, man
Yeah, man
That mothaf*cka, man, just called me and sh*t
From f*ckin', uh, some county jail, man
Down South or some sh*t
He's mothaf*ckin' crazy
I thought that n*gga was comin' here next week too and sh*t
But I guess he went down South with them f*ckin' white boys and sh*t
You know he love hangin' with them white boys and sh*t

[RZA]
Yo, yo, yo, Billy
He sniffed dope and swallow acid, took gulps of colt classics
Smoked hashes, tote plastic Glocks and low jackets
Cross country, cousin Billy with forty monkeys
Twenty white honkys, Harley Davidson bike junkies
In a convoy escapin' from Rosco P. Co
And those four redneck cops who had Rodney in a sleephold
The SWAT team, U.S. army shock team
The snipers who shot King, infrared dot beams
Aimed at windshields, gas tanks and wheels
From the bank they yanked the mil, hot lead and stainless steel
Shot through the helmets, cracked heads like Hellmanns jars
Ripped through the roofs and blew the hood off the car
A.T.F., F.B.I., D.E.A., chopper in the sky
Eye witness news on standby
Bill Beutel, it was Mit from the metly
Mint leaf tea dipped in P.C.P., hit to the head like a D.D.T
Hard on the gut like Mc D.L.T
C-cipher punks put the A.P.B
On these destroyers who was drunk off the J&B
Ran up in A&P, hit the safe at P&C
Doc*mentary on A&E, eight P.M. E.S.T
Five P.T., the ho tapin' on V.C.R
Three victims shot, one was saved by C.P.R
f*ckin' Billy be wildin'
Like Robert L. Lee or Stonewall Jackson
He always out for action
I was at an eighteen hole golf course relaxin'
When I received the collect call, BOODOODOODOO
Collect call from cousin Billy
[Phone Skit: RZA ("Billy")]
(Eh-yo, Bobby, I'm in trouble)
Yo, what's goin' on, cousin?
What the f*ck, man?
(Listen, yo I need fifty thousand)
Oh sh--, eh-yo, Kinetic
Check it out, n*gga said he need fifty f*ckin' g's Son
(Listen, yo, we got into a fight
In the bar, sh*t was just crazy)
Eh-yo, I heard you was f*ckin' with the white boy Tommy again
Takin' that acid, n*gga
(Yeah, oh yeah, we chillin' though
I just need you to come get me, for real)
No problem, son
Yo, I'll send my n*gga Kinetic down to get you and sh*t (Aight)
Aight, there it is