Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Darryl McDaniels
Darryl McDaniels
Vocals
Jam Master Jay
Jam Master Jay
Percussion
Rev Run
Rev Run
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Mizell
Jason Mizell
Songwriter
Joseph Simmons
Joseph Simmons
Songwriter
Raymond White
Raymond White
Songwriter
JASON MIZELL
JASON MIZELL
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rick Rubin
Rick Rubin
Producer
Russell Simmons
Russell Simmons
Producer
Jay Burnett
Jay Burnett
Additional Engineer
Peter Millius
Peter Millius
Additional Engineer
Andy Wallace
Andy Wallace
Additional Engineer
Steve Ett
Steve Ett
Engineer
Jam Master Jay
Jam Master Jay
Co-Producer
Rev Run
Rev Run
Co-Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yo, Jay
Wait
One
Wait
Two
Three
F– F– F– F– Four
[Verse 1]
One
Day when I was chillin' in Kentucky Fried Chicken
Just mindin' my business, eatin' food and finger lickin'
This dude walked in, looking strange and kind of funny
Went up to the front with a menu and his money
He didn't walk straight, kind of side to side
He asked this old lady
"Yo, yo, um, is this Kentucky Fried?"
The lady said, "Yeah", smiled and he smiled back
He gave a quarter and his order
Small fries
Big Mac
[Chorus]
You be illin'
Yo, yo, Run, what you tell that kid?
Illin'
You be illin'
Illin'
You did
You be illin'
Illin'
You be illin'
[Verse 2]
T– T– To
Day you won a ticket to see Dr. J
Front row seat
In free
No pay
Radio in hand, snacks by feet
Game's about to start, you kickin' popcorn
To the beat
You finally wake up, Doc's gone to town
Round his back, through the hoop, then you scream
"Touchdown!"
[Chorus]
You be illin'
Illin'
You be illin'
Illin', illin'
Illin'
You be illin'
Illin', illin'
Illin'
Run, what you tell that kid?
You be illin'
[Bridge]
The other day, around the way, I seen you illin' at a party
Drunk as a skunk, you illin', punk, and in your left hand was Bacardi
You went up to this fly girl and said
"Yo, yo, can I get this dance?"
She smelled your breath
And then she left you standin'
In your illin' stance
[Chorus]
You be illin'
Illin'
You know what your problem is?
You be illin'
Yo, Run, what did you tell that kid?
Illin'
You be illin'
Illin'
You be illin'
Illin'
[Verse 3]
For
Dinner
You ate it, there is none left
It was salty
With butter and it was def
You proceeded to eat it 'cause you was in the mood
But homes, you did not read, it was a can of dog food
[Chorus]
You be illin'
Uh, illin', shit, I be chillin'
Illin'
You be illin'
Illin'
You be illin'
Illin'
Yo, what he doin'?
You be illin'
Kid
[Chorus]
You be illin'
Illin'
Y– Y– Y– Y– You be illin'
You, you, you, you
Illin'
You be illin'
You, you, you, you, you, you, you
Il-illin'
You be illin'
Illin'
Yo, yo
[Chorus]
You be illin' (Yo, homeboy)
Illin', illin'
You be illin'
Illin'
Who, me?
You be illin'
Illin', illin', ill, illin'
You be illin'
Ill-ill-ill-ill-illin'
[Outro]
Yo, I-I-I, I know you ain't talkin' to me
Illin'
Man, you ain't sayin' nothin'
Illin'
Ill-illin'
Man, what your problem is with me?
Talkin' 'bout my moms?
Talkin' 'bout my moms?
Written by: Jason Mizell, Joseph Simmons, Raymond White, White Raymond L
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