Letra Pain gang Ill Bill

Pain gang

(featuring Everlast/B Real)

[Talking]

You been to jail before?

Howie - Me? Of course I've been to jail. They don't even want me in jail no more, I'm too old now. They want guys like you.

[Chorus]

Bloods and Crips, the Ñetas, Latin Kings, Disciples, and Vice Lords
All crews that bang
Vatos Locos, Four Corner Hustler thing, the Mexican Mafia
All crews that bang
Al-Qaeda, CIA, Hamas, the Mossad, NYPD
All crews that bang
Non Phixion, Cypress Hill, House of Pain, La Coka Nostra
All crews that bang

[Verse 1: B-Real]

From Don Corleone up to Tony Montana
Whatever you are, homie, bikers and bandanas
Riders who cock hammers or soldiers who roll deep
I'm a child of the night, homie I don't sleep
My crew, we slow creep while you're counting your sheep
We bang on anybody stepping up to bleed in the street
Maybe you got what it takes to lead a team of cutthroats
Maybe you hang around with a crew of fuck hoes
Fakes, frauds, fictional bangers
Never held a heater until you had someone take your picture
Looking invincible with it, you did it for glory
Some did it for real and others they tell stories
But the collective we have here's respected
Making you an offer you should never reject it
You roll with the ? over, baby the math is simple
It's pop pop pop in your temple

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Everlast]

IRA scheming, PLO dreaming, Celtic heathen, peckerwood demon
Kicking and screaming through the depths of hell
Bareback riding on a jezebel
The hammer's cocked, you get shot by the shell
I burned an angel's wings then sang while he fell
There's a party in hell, there's a war in heaven
The whole world's been shook since 9/11
With Muslim extremists and Zionists
Trying to rule the world with an iron fist
While the junkies and the dealers are doing the bids
Uncle Howie say it's time for evolution, kids
Don't spill your blood on foreign land
Come outside on the block with your gun in your hand
You're mad as fuck and won't take it no more
Buck shots in the air like you ready for war

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Ill Bill]

We don't die, we multiply
This song was not made to glorify gang culture
Nor to explore the lives of soldiers or street villains
Ghetto superstars, political heroes
Compton G's to Brooklyn DeNeros
Range from children to killers, prisoners to peace prize winners
Was Nelson Mandella a terrorist?
Let's consider the truth: The biggest gang in the world is the police
Our tax dollars pay for no justice and no peace
An empty crack box crushed by ten year feet
On their way to school past the meth heads and dope fiends
Anatomy of a true banger, I ain't shit without my homeboys
Fuck with my set, you get your crew strangled
I won't be convicted like Jimmy Coonan
And you not a gangster, who the fuck you think you fooling?
My ruthless brilliance soon to produce me millions
Billy Idol homeboy, peace to Tookie Williams

[Chorus]