[Intro]
Generation Ill. F.L.A. to L.A

[Verse One]
They got guns (guns)
Text books, tanks (tanks)
Ammo
Time to set a fire, a victor with no handle
Samples get chopped to rap on
A sample we put a clap on
In a city, where we see a little white, it get tagged on
Half gone
Prison or a dirt nap
Names like a history page
Our fallen friends on a shirt back
R.I.P. tags
See I.D. tags
Criminal descriptions same, we ID'd fast
Fuck it, we can flee fast, bullets make 'em bleed fast
Angry at the world so it's natural we beef fast
Leave fast youngin
That patty wagon comin'
City Of God, Shaggy at the door, can I come in?
Huh
From Brazil to Cambodian shores
Have a van full of loud homies knocking at your door
International Bam, stamp, passport check
Generation, I double L, pass it to the left like
[Hook] {x2}
"I get ill" - The D.O.C. 'Let The Bass Go'
You already, you already know I get
"Ill"
You already, you already know I get
"Ill"
You already, you already know I get
"Ill"
You already, you already know I get
"Ill"
Beatrock, Generation Ill we get
"Ill"

[Verse Two]
They got news channel warnings
Look like you in that recording
So you waking up to SWAT and K-9's in the morning
Slap your name on a warrant
Wake you up with boisterous bang
Enter your door before that coffee start pouring
Profiling and they for it
Class study keep you ignorant
So it's easy for recruiters to knock daily like a Mormon
College gon' cost a fortune
So yeah
Fuck class
Like G say, catch your education on the ave
It's the have nots
Helping the have a lots keep rich
While a Marx book purchased put you on that Fed list
Go out and cop my shit
And jam it loud in your whip
And see how long you can ride before a pig get a whiff
Been writing raps since kids snatched hubcaps
Wait, been writing raps since I had a bus pass
Wait, been writing raps even way before that
Kicking raps before that Pro Tools on that Mac so...
[Hook]