The spot where a crew formed like voltron all from other hoods to combine one of the illest clicks in New Jersey during the 90’s era where they were unbeatable at basketball fighting and pimpin hoes. You had to shoot from the titty chill at the rocks and loot the neighborhood store to know what being in the hill was about. The Ill hill hoe took everyone’s virginity and they had their own language and slang. “Don’t come out the house wearin no Beatle-Beatles or you were the victim of a bus-stop roasting session. Ill hill was New Jersey’s wu-tang
If you want some real basketball comp go to Illhill where the ballers be at.
windy hill. the place where every body is ugly and fucking annoying tbh. everyone talks to much and the principal?? bruh taking someone’s phone like bro what hell no.. first off loose the attitude mr whidden. and why does mrs miller have favorite classes like what.. tbh seventh grade is better than any other.. sixth graders are
hella annoying, and eighth are like quiet emos…