Ice-T Lyrics

Home Invasion (1993)

Warning lyrics - Ice-T

Attention!!

At this moment you are now listening to an Ice-T LP

If you are offended by words like:

Shit!! - Bitch!! - Fuck!! - Dick!! - Ass!! - Whore!! - Cum!!

Dirty Bitch!! - Low Motherfucker!! - Nigga!!

Hooker!! - Slut!! - Tramp!!

Dirty Low Slut!! - Tramp!! - Bitch!! - Whore!!

Nigga!! - Fuck!! - Shit!! - whatever..

Take the tape out NOW!

This is not a Pop album

And by the way; Suck my motherfucking Dick!!

It's On lyrics - Ice-T

[Intro:]

Yo, Ice, the organization say they can't stay in business with us any

longer. What you gonna do?

We always knew we were gonna come to this point sooner or later... we have

absolutely no option but to move forward. We'll have to set up our own

distribution, manufacturing, run a totally indipendent organization and

operation. We still got our connections in Texas, Miami, New York, Chicago,

Detroit and soldiers on the street willing to die. I can't put any cut on

the product... I just can't live like that. But from now on if any cops

get in our way... [3 gunshots]

[Verse 1:]

Turn up the mic, dog

So I can get off

Find me Charlton Heston and we might

Cut his head off

I'm not to be fucked with

Step in the range of my guage and get bucked quick

Niggas, hoes, I don't know who you are

My friends or foes

Smile in my face

And plot to kill me behind doors

I got a new attitude

No trust

Got me in a corner

All a nigga can do is bust

It may be you

There's gonna be a lot of dead before I'm through

I'm 'bout to break off niggas who play me and dis me

Try to switch from side to side like they with me.

The damage is done

Source magazine

You're the first one

You try to dis Chuck, Cube and me

How the fuck you pick us 3?

You punk motherfuckers ain't shit

You're just a bunch of hoes

Makin' money off the pros

And when I see I get you in my sights

I give yo' ass a story to write

Cause it's on

[Chorus:]

It's on motherfucker

And you can't turn the shit off

Catch you in the streets and your ass'll get tossed

Bang! Bang! Bang! cause it ain't no thang

To put in work and watch your head burst

[Verse 2:]

A lot of fans ain't shiy

Let me repeat:

A lot of fans ain't shiy

Quick to flip if our group don't hit

That don't make you nothin but a pop ho bitch

And I don't need ya

I love to bleed ya

All I ever wanted was a real nigga's praise

But the sad motherfuckin fact

Is that ain't that many real motherfuckers these days

Game knows game I know too many who plays the name

And I can make it in the music or the street game

I still got hoes that'll work

Still got crews that'll work

Still roll with an extra clip

And those who think they'll stop me

Doubt it

Those motherfuckers better think about it

You'd besta let me rap

Ice back on the streets?

You don't want that

Cause I break ill

And you really have to body count the cops I kill cuz it's on.

[Chorus:]

It's on motherfucker

And you can't turn the shit off

Catch you in the streets and your ass'll get tossed

Bang! Bang! Bang! Cause it ain't no thing

To put in work and watch your body jerk

[Verse 3:]

It's on motherfucker

You Goddamn right it's on

My royalty cheque

Yeah, fool, I write my own

I own my own label

Put my own shit out

So no one tells me what the fuck to talk about

And all the suckas that said I was through:

You need to wake up to my view

I'm fallen off

Ha! Ha! That's a joke!

You motherfuckers are still unknown and broke

And I'm stankin' rich

My fuckin maid lives better than you, bitch

So shut your trap

When it comes to this level of game

You don't know jack

CIA

FBI

IRS

Try to ??? for sweat

But they'll never sweat you son

Cause you're broke

And you're dumb

And you're no threat to no one

Them fools don't play

I gotta deal with those motherfuckers every day

They'd love to get me behind bars

They hawk a nigga like I'm Carlos Escobar

But in a way I am

Been puttin dope on the street for years

And don't give a damn

So I'm thinkin about them, friend

The real motherfuckin gangstas wanna see me end

It's gonna end up in a bloodbath

No doubt

That's the only way I'm going out

[Chorus:]

It's on motherfucker

And you can't turn the shit off

Catch you in the streets and your ass'll get tossed

Bang! Bang! Bang! Cause it ain't no thing

To put in work and watch your head burst

Ice M.F. T lyrics - Ice-T

Yeah! 1993, I'm back motherfucker, this is Ice T.

Got my nigga Ice Cube in the motherfuckin house.

Yeah! Up here in the ammo dump studios I got my

nigga Aladdin, SLJ's in the motherfuckin place,

behind the mixin boards,

we about to do dis shit like this here!

[Verse 1:]

It's goin down tonight in L.A.

Buckshot and uzis spray

Microphone blowa

The bitch checka

The ho wrecka

Ice motherfuckin T

Nigga step to me

But grab ya hoes quick

Cause the Syndicate's throwin that crazy dick

Punk motherfuckers run up

You'll get done up

We'll have your ass gunned up

Before sun-up

So what's the color I'm raggin?

Been a millionare for years

Still saggin

Left pocket's stuffed with the ???

.380 in my right so it sags a little bit

More than the rest of my gear

When I'm on tour

I empty clips

Bust lips

And break jaws

Cause I love to loc up

So punk motherfucker don't choke up

When you're talkin to me

[Chorus:]

Ice, Ice motherfuckin T [x4]

[Verse 2:]

Bush, Quayle and Clinton got a problem with me:

The motheruckin T

I give less than a fuck about any of them

Or their fuckin police friends

They'd like to take me out

Make me a goner

They even tryin to sweat Time Warner

Why?

For tellin the truth to the youth

That a lot of motherfuckers are hot

And want police shot?

You can't stop the shock (?)

The fires are out

But the coals are still hot

I got juice to bring pain

You tryin to fuck with the Ice

Are you insane?

This shit is bigger than me

Be warned

It's the calm before the storm

And every fuckin thing I write

Is gonna be analyzed by somebody white

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]

Run motherfucker, hide motherfucker, trip motherfucker, die motherfucker

You don't give love

And you won't get loved

You don't push

And you won't get shoved

No joke

I ain't here to laugh

I ain't here to cry

But every night of the week

One of my homies die

Eeny meeny mynie moe

Blood's pourin out the naps of your afro

It could be you

Could be you

Could be you

Could be your whole damn crew

It happens real quick

Screechin tires

Next thing you're hit

Your body's cold

Your body's hot

You feel your chest

You gasp for breath

You're shot

And now your homies is trippin'

Lookin for a gat to put they clip in

Street crime-

That's the thing I bring, Ice T

I rap ??? sing

They call it controversy

I call it truth with no mercy

The beats are phat Ammo Dump tracks

The kind that make speakers crack

Not made for squares

Or the weak punks

That made the bump trunks

Press-

Get the fuck out my fuckin face

I ain't got no more time to waste

A ho is a ho, a bitch is a bitch, a nigga is a nigga

And that's it

I'm through explainin the shit

You just makin me backtrack

The next duck reporter might get hit with a blackjack

Plus

Every one of my true fans

Totally understands

A nigga like me

[Chorus (x2)]

Home Invasion lyrics - Ice-T

All right! When we go up in this goddamn house

all I want is the motherfuckin' kids!

As far as pops I don't give a fuck what you do...

Bust him in his motherfuckin' head!

If he got any money, take it!

If there is money there, rob the motherfuckin' joint!

As far as moms bust her in her goddamn head!

Dumb bitch, that's the reason we're going up in there!

She don't know what the fuck she's talkin' about!

Everyone get back, this is a rap jack

I'm takin' your kids' brains, you aint gettin'em back

With a move of perfection, my dissection

Some call it lethal injection

I'm gonna fill'em with hard drums

Big drums, bitches, hoes and death, come on and get some

I'm not the nigga that you want to leave your kids alone

Cause I got my own opening-dome kit

And once again I'm gonna put them under my fuckin' spell

They might start givin' you fuckin' hell

Start changin' the way they walk

They talk, they act, now, whose fuckin' fault is that?

The home invader...

Yo, moms you can basically just suck my dick!

This is a home invasion...

Yo, pops that shit you talkin' is noise! Word! You full of shit!

Check this out, moms, I said time bomb

And they sit in your house and remain calm

Till you feed'em lies and the flip

Start talkin' crazy shit (Fuck you!)

Might call you and pops a fool

Tell ya that's why they hate school

Been offensive and askin' questions

Give your brain indigestion

Why? Why? Because I have indoctrinated the youth

Yhey're mentally intoxicated with truth

So they know the noise you talk are lies

Pretty damn soon they'll be by (I'm outta here)

They listen to me and i give'em the real

And every night caps get peeled

And every night a ho gets smacked

A fool gets jacked

Now, whose fuckin' fault was that?

The home invaders...

Yo! Yo! Yo!

All that shit you taught me, mom, was full of shit!

Know what I'm sayin'?

How the fuck you gonna tell me to run my motherfuckin' life?

Bitch! You dont even know who the fuck you are!

You talkin' about you don't like rap, you don't like how I dress!

Yo! Fuck you and pops! I'm outta here!

Both of y'all can kiss my ass...

All cops want me, so does the F.B.I.

Because my rhymes are fly

They still tryin' to stop m,e shut me down block me

Make motherfuckas boycott me

But that will never happen, it's impossible

I move straight through all obstacles

They say I'm fuckin' up the minds of little kids

But half of my fans are in college

P.M.R.C. suck my dick, please

You can kiss my ass while you're on your knees

Word! You're listening to the verbal assassinator

E's the crossfader, your factual updater

Until your cranium grows like uranium

Hard as titanium, parents, I'm blamin'em

For teachin' you lies about life, racist viewpoints

And other trite bullshit they learned back in the day

While I learned about death from an A.K.

But they'll never quite understand

Bam, bam, bam, no gat is the Walkman

Boom, bash, yeah, yo, it's goin' down

Me and Ice Cube are in town

But the fuckin' pigs cancelled the concert

They're just scared of some niggers that do work

What they do? What did I do?

Just say truth motherfucka and it's comin' through

I tell you what we did: we stole your fuckin' kids

The home invader...

All right! we got the motherfuckin' kids!

We outta here! C'mon...

G-Style lyrics - Ice-T

[Intro:]

Yeah! Right about now motherfuckers is layin for a nigga like me Ice-T

to bust some freestyle shit... but I don't do that

I just cold lounge up here at the Ammo Dump

with my nigga Alladdin, SLJ, LP and my nigga Henry G

Yeah, we do the shit like this

[Verse One:]

The card after the ace is deuce

So cut the nigga loose on the 3

That's me

The motherfuckin T

I got ride on my surfboard

Rhyme hard

But only buy the shit that I can't afford

That's everything

That's why I truck big fat rings

Cause in the motherland gold is for kings

I got backup

To jack up

Punks who try to act up

Do a world tour

Watch the big bank stack up

Motherfuckers get dropped with the quickness

I got an ill left and a right fist

Make mistakes and you'll lose

Or you might die

Cause I'm the wrong Ice for your bruise

And that's no lie

Meanwhile the penile is stacked to the top with my niggaz

Mostly for squeezin triggas

I call em homies

Pigs call em crooks

So I write and put bucks on they books

I give a fuck about a cop or a G-man

They all talk shit

Their breath smellin like semen

I catch em in the alley all alone

Put em in the prone

Pop! Pop! Pop! To the dome

[Chorus:]

It's the G-style

Gangsta style

[Verse 2:]

G Style, The gangsta talk

I got a teflon .9

And it eats vest

I take a motherfucker out quick

Just for talkin shit

Ride Rolls

Catch hoes like a mitt

LA, Atlanta, New York

Yo, my shit rocks

Chi-town, Miami, Detroit

I get much props

Because I roll with the hardcore G

Every street's the same street to me

I don't bullshit

I don't quit

Writin a rhyme fit

KKK pray each day

That I get hit

Motherfuckers try to flip on the Icepick

Move and slip

Close the eyes and catch a fuckin clip

Not in the ghetto no more

But I do hang

Got a black game

And it's sittin on them thangs

I kick the game from the street

Not the slamma

Tighten up my knockas with a big lead hammer

[Chorus]

[Verse Three:]

Some of the times

I write my raps with extreme speed

Some of the times

I take the pen and make pads bleed

My mind clicks to Homocide

Bullets fly

Ladies cry

A lot of people die

Some nights I can't right

Stare at the blue lines

I think I'm a go blind

Then the beat becomes me

Sit in the dark

And write a whole fuckin LP

G Style, the gangsta talk

Never near soft

Hard as a knockout bout

It's no sellout

I keep crime in my rhyme

Cause it's my thing

Packed with guns

And drugs

And lots of street slang

A-B-C-D-E-F, and LAPD

Words from a motherfuckin OG

Ammo Dump pumps the sounds that you bump in your trunk

So turn it up punk

What'cha fraid of?

What'cha made of?

Pull the pin

Set the grenade off

Blastin sounds out ya jeep

On every city street, nigga

Straight gangsta beat

[Chorus]

[Verse Four:]

Many like to dress the style, and act hardcore

Many motherfuckers are and they crack jaws

I like to lay in the cut

In a nightclub

Don't smoke bud

Drink suds

But I gets loved, mack, cool

I scope the freak with the mad backs

Hit her with the gangsta style

Cool, relaxed, bam

Put her in the Benz

Bump Too $hort, let her know

Right off the top, what's my sport

You think long

You think wrong

You got it goin on, baby doll?

But I won't sing you no love song

You either love me

Or you don't

You're either rollin tonight

Or you won't

She likes the style

Cause it don't bullshit around

Tounge in my ear, real slow

And then it went down

I gotta flip into a ill mode

Pack a clip full of hype tracks

And then unload

Music for the hardcore beatdown

No weak pop shit

Strictly underground

And if you don't like the style, as I get wreck

Ease back nigga, catch a knife through the neck

[Chorus]

Addicted To Danger lyrics - Ice-T

"Yo whats up man? Yeah I gotta trunk fulla this shit

Word, broads still with me man, comin over to grapevine right now

Yo I can't talk right now man, I gotta get off this phone"

Damn, how'd I get into this scam

Roll in a car with the trunk worth 5000 grand

I came up from the curb, word

First thing it rocks, now my ride's packin crazy birds

I gotta freak in the front seat

She got crazy game, might even have more than me

And thats why I don't trust, I ain't no busta

One wrong move and I'll dust her

But she knows that, keeps a gat

Works much plastic, always stays on phat

She said she loves me

Looks deep in my eyes, sometimes cries, all lies

She only loves my cash flow, long dough

The falso love of a pimp and a hoe

But me and her gotta job to do

Get this luggage back to the crew

She got scanner, I hadta listen to the pigs talk

And if they speakin about us then its jumpin off

But I ain't sweatin them at all

2 cops'll roll up and 2 cops'll fall

The lines on the highway, I'm makin my mind drift away

To my last jail stay

5 years for a 459

I'm never goin back, no matter what the crime

Surrenderin ain't me

Fuck that, I'm holdin court in the street G

For a nigga like me there ain't no ounce

My life filled with drug busts and shoot outs

Pure ghetto anger, pure ghetto anger

Pure ghetto anger, I'm addicted to danger

Some nights I crash clubs

Rollin with the posse made of well-known thugs

Cool out with the freaks

Truckin much jewels, beggin for beef

Thens some niggaz roll up

Lookin for a way to pump the reps up

But I ain't the one

I'm handin out beat downs, no need for guns

Sometimes I gotta ask myself

Is all this buck whylin good for a niggaz health?

I don't know why

Am I suicidal, do I wanna die?

The answerin, simple

A headache throbs in my temple

It says it ain't fair, it says it ain't right

It says its goin down tonight

We finally made it to the drop spot

King and Weston Ave, snoody fox

The posse was there, but it ain't right

Fuckin police lights

Its all goin down that road blocks

I never seen that many cops

It was a setup, my whole damn crew's gettin wet up

Big time, some motherfucker dropped a dime

But even in the flurry of gun shots

My adrenaline was boilin hot

I crash down on the floor of the ride

Punch the gas, drove that benz through they punk ass

Hit Vernor doin 90

Looked in the rear-view, no one behind me

I got on the phone

Called up the homies to see what went wrong

But no time to sweat that

I still gotta trunk fulla shit, I was on phat

I just need a cool place to hide

Dumped the benzo, slammed the G ride

Me and a freak hit a motel crash spot

The streets was hot

Rubbed me down, said she adored me

Said the gunfire made her horny

The she pushed me back on the bed

Licked me head to toe, toe to head

Then I closed my eyes real slowly

Is this love? No not me

Then I felt a pain in my chest

The smell of gun powder and burnt flesh

I looked in her face, opened my mouth

And then her badge came out

Question And Answer lyrics - Ice-T

Question and answer:

What is a rapper doing when he starts out hardcore

But can't sell enough records to remain in the record business?

Answer: He goes Pop!

This answer is not set up to dis anybody who starts out Pop

But for the rappers who started out hardcore

And now making weak ass Dance Music

Cause they couldn't stay down with the hardcore

I just got a question for you;

How does it feel to wake up every morning

And look in the mirror and realize that you're a fucking whore?

Watch The Ice Break lyrics - Ice-T

It's goin down

From the Ammo Dump

I got my nigga SLJ and DJ Aladdin

Droppin the fat tracks

Hit em with it

Syndicate's in the muthafuckin house

All duck MC's get flat, muthfuckas

Yeah

1993

And it's still me

A rappin brother from L.A., the cool T

Diss a brother, hate a brother, I still come back

With the fat tracks, fuck the pop crap

I got a mind to cold diss a fool

Wack rappers sellin out urge me to pull tools

For no reason

Pop suckers hookin for hits like hoes skeezin

Prostitutes that can't shoot, yet you clock loot

Dancesteps with the weak styles, but you look cute

Bitch, that shit's wack

Let Hammer dance, and you other fools ease back

The microphone in some twist in a clenched fist

Mind locked on [?] load of my hit list

And make duck rappers pray

Many talk shit, but none step this way

Cause I'm quick to beat down a weak clown

Clock crazy juice from L.A. to the Boogie Down

I play the whole map

Got hoes locked like a muthafuckin bear trap

Ice muthafuckin T

Before hoes gee they need two forms of I.D.

Never fess, not the best, but I'm hard to shake

Huh, watch the Ice break

Watch the Ice break

Yo, let's see now who's tryin to diss me

Say I sold out cause I rocked with the B.C.

Y'all are bitches, you're straight wack

Quick to talk shit, but always behind the back

I do whatever I wanna do, punk hoe

I rock a perm, you rock an afro

I wear khakis, while y'all wear silk

Y'all drink forties, and I drink milk

Cause that's my muthafuckin biz

I never sell out, cause it's no sale, kid

Hardcore to my heart from the fuckin start

Whether done over beats or loud guitars

I drop the dope hits

Case you forgot, I invented this gangsta shit

You wanna step to me? New jack, walk

Come back in five LP's, then we can talk

You're just new, kid, you got a hit out

In interviews you talk a lotta shit out

You got paid, you really made out

You went broke when your one jam played out

Now you're searchin for that one more hit

Shhhiiit

I ain't new to this, I got gangs of gold

I come original, then I break the mold

Too many MC's hit, then fold

They're just fakes

Hah, watch the Ice break

Watch the Ice break

Yeah

Syndicate jumpin off 1993

On some old fly smooth shit

All the muthfuckas out there down with us

You know what I'm sayin?

We're rollin strong

All the busters out there that got some static to say

We're settin this shit off physically this year

Like KRS-One says:

Sucker MC's duck down

Muthafuckas ain't takin no shit

I'm swingin on busters, point-blank

Diss me and it's on

Straight up

Now it's the break of dawn

And the mic is still on

All hoes are fuckin and the rhymes are damn strong

Many MC's that choke from the mic smoke

Those who tried to get with me

Lost in rhyme infinity

Or they lost breath

Try to step to the Ice equals sure death

Cause (it's then I begin[?]) than you ever assume

Drop the mic, go rap in your living room

I love the quick kill

Swing on a nigga sometimes just to break ill

Knuckle up, buster, fool, in his fuckin eye

All hands, I need no gun, yo punk, why?

Cause if I pull my gun, you die

No second try

I gotta cool out now, so I don't over-freeze

Nut up and start murderin MC's

Start catchin bodies from state to state

Throw on a ski mask and walk the streets late

And do me up a whole damn crew

The Geto Boys was trippin, but my mind's trickin me too

Cause diss me, and I meet you one day

And bet your life it won't be a fun day

I hope, nigga, it's not your fate

That you're around when the Ice breaks

When the Ice breaks

Race War lyrics - Ice-T

Yeah

Yeah

Check this out: now I'm black

But black people trip

Cause white people like me

White people like me

But don't like them

What's the fuck up

Are you my friend?

Hell no, you're a racist

You say you got one black friend, so you're in

Sorry homie, no win

Check the facts

Mexicans are still gettin pushed to the back

Puerto-Ricans gettin dissed the same

Won't speak on the Indians, shit's insane

Fuck John Wayne

I don't hate whites

I just got a death wish for muthafuckas that ain't right

You got black skin

Still you gotta show and prove, friend

Back to the facts

What about Australia?

A fuckin failure

The Aboriginal people are black

So they got jacked

You ask me about free speech and the Riots?

So what's in store?

I'm talkin bout a race war

(Get yourself together)

(Upen your eyes

Get wise)

(Put your brain in gear)

Race war

People gettin killed in the street

Blood on your feet, the ends don't meet

And who they gonna blame it on, me?

Try the media

Try the P.D.

Try your TV

Try your quest for wealth

Anybody but yourself

But once the bullets start flyin

People start dyin

It's all because we're lyin

History books that teach hate

A kid has no escape

From the racist fate

And pretty soon South Africa

Will stop chillin

And start killin

Race war [8X]

Every night I pray

That people get this shit together one day

But this country ain't with it

America was founded on that racist shit

I judge the devil by his deeds

It's usually connected to the size of his greed

And keep the hope

Even though they'd love to give a nigga like me the rope

And when this shit hits

There's gonna be a lotta white kids rollin with the Africans

You can't sweat skin

Cause ??? a lot of blacks is down with the Republicans

This shit don't have to happen

That's why a brother like me's still rappin

Just treat each other right

Either that, or you're lookin for a sure fight

Fuck the police

We already know they ain't about no fuckin peace

You wanna know what I think's in store?

Justice or a race war

(Get yourself together)

(Upen your eyes

Get wise)

Race war

(Get yourself together)

(Upen your eyes

Get wise)

(Put your brain in gear)

Race war

(Get yourself together)

(Upen your eyes

Get wise)

(Put your brain in gear)

Race war

(Get yourself together)

(Upen your eyes

Get wise)

(Put your brain in gear)

Korean people live down in the hood

A little mis-fuckin-understood

Orientals were slaves too

Word to this fuckin red white and blue

People from Iran ain't never did shit to us

So why the distrust?

The system wanna keep us at each other's throats

While we're payin the tax notes

Cause bein black ain't no fuckin minority

It's the fuckin majority

So they gotta make us hate each other

Word, check the brothers

Mexicans - black

Jamaicans - black

Iranians - black

Indians - black

Hawaiians - black

Puerto-Ricans - black

Eskimos - black

South-Americans - black

Orientals - black

Yeah, that's right

The Klan says everything's black that ain't white

So we gotta get our facts straight

Cause the shit they teach in school is pure hate

Sometimes I don't know for sure

If somebody want a race war

(Get yourself together)

(Upen your eyes

Get wise)

Race war

(Get yourself together)

(Upen your eyes

Get wise)

(Put your brain in gear)

Race war

(Get yourself together)

(Upen your eyes

Get wise)

(Put your brain in gear)

Race war

(Get yourself together)

(Upen your eyes

Get wise)

(Put your brain in gear)

Who wants a race war?

[quotes repeated until end]

We're gonna lose

That's How I'm Livin lyrics - Ice-T

I was born in new jersey, I said it before

But I guess nobody heard me

My mother died young

No sistas or brothas, I was the only son

When I was twelve my pops died too

What a brotha was supposed to do?

They sent me out West

To live with my aunt

I guess they though it was the best

But there was no love there

Growin' with no moms

I guess I was prepared to live in a vacuum

The bedroom the kitchen, the hall and the bathroom

I didn't leave home much, didn't like L.A.

Didn't have no friends to trust

Got busted to a school

Blacks and whites, I guess the shit was cool

But in highschool I changed

Didn't wanna bust, didn't wanna play the game

I walked to Crenshaw high, shit was fly

I hooked up with new cru

Some brothas that knew what the fuck to do

You might call it gang but we called it a set

And it was our own thang

The whole school was down

And one way or another everybody fucked around

When the hardcore or not

you wore the right color or your ass got shot

That's how i'm livin'...

I did three years in and made close friends

Havin' no love my homies came my only

I was glad: a family I never had

But I grew up fast got a girl on 10th grade pregnant

Needin' cash, I had to change my style

Switched from bangin' to hustlin'

No more goin' buckwild

Had to get a cashflow

But my hustle was weak, it was a no go

I join the army, four years in that shit

Be all fucked you can be

Came back to the hood

My homies had done good

Had elevated their game

About 100 gees a lick, no mothafuckin' shame

Passed for the jewels

Baby sledgehammers with the tools

I speak on this with a hesitation

Even though it passed the statue of limitation...

I checked the bank

Bought a porsche and gear, earn high streetrank

But as I grew my whole crew fell thru

Cops had us on the books as innerstate crooks

Murder robbery rape escape, the whole damn nine

You robbed a nigga blind

I had too much juice, I cut my boosters loose

I was intread with the pimpgame

Took on the ice-name

But the pimpgame moved too slow

Especially for a nigga who was hooked on quick dough

In one nite late I was in a carwreck

And I was lucky to escape

Hospital for teen weeks, in bed almost dead

And when I got well, I got gaught in a cross

And got locked in a jailcell

That's how I'm livin'...

They cutted me loose

And I had to change troops

This time they didn't catch me

Next time they'll strecth me

Cause my time was gettin' short

All my homies was in court

Or locked in a hole, this shit was gettin' old

So I changed my life

Putted down the gun and picked up the mic

It took ten years to get from there to here

But I still keep a gun, cops got me on the run

And they hate me more now

Than they ever did before

My homies came back from pen

And we all worked together

True friends but every once and while

Some punk mistakes me as a junk

And he gets in my face

Wrong mothafuckin' place

And I aint lyin', that's how you dyin'...

I Ain't New To This lyrics - Ice-T

Come on

Come on

[ VERSE 1 ]

Do this, ugh, come on, come on

Time to get wreck and kick the so on and so on

The I-c-e-T

O.G. M.C.

L.A.P.D.

H-a-t-e-

s (Ho!)

Watch the mic blow

I flip scripts, and the Dump drops the Ammo

Time to get wreck with the new style

It's '93 and MC's are gettin buck wild

But I - ain't a - nigga

That's gonna get left with a big zero as a figure

I'm gonna end up with a big sum

Cause if you don't like one jam, I always got another one

Different, specifically I don't copy

Tear up the track if the flow sounds sloppy

I don't play one game

I bust about a dozen cuts on my lp's, none the same

[ CHORUS ]

I ain't new to this

I ain't new to this

Never been

New to this

Nigga

New to this

I ain't new to this

Fool

New to this

Fuck around and catch a left and a right fist

[ VERSE 2 ]

Boom bam, I drop fat slang

When I used to hustle, used to be down with the crack game

When I was young, I used to roll with a street gang

If you wanna squabble, muthafucka, it ain't no thang

I ain't new to this, I ain't new to this

Blow your dome, I hit quick as a pugilist

Ugh, ah, what's up? Now your eyes swoll'

Thought I went soft, cause my records went gold

(Sucker) Buster, you'se a - muthafuckin punk fool

Caught you in your eye while you reached for your tool

Now it's mine, and you're blind

Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop goes the nine

Yeah. what you're dissin bout, friend?

Sayin I went out, but you ain't never been in

I got r-e-s-p-e-c-t in the industry

That's somethin that you'll never see

[ CHORUS ]

(They can get a smack for that) --> Flavor Flav

(Yeah-yeah)

[ VERSE 3 ]

On and on to the funk track

Back glass shakin like shit, that's where the trunk's at

That's cause my shit's - made for

Niggas that are hardcore

Brothers is quick to hook a left to your right jaw

Girls, come on, girls, come on, girls, come on

Get your clothes off and the fun on

Girls, come on, girls, come on, girls, come on

Get your clothes off and the fun on

It's time to check cash

Jump in my 4, hit the switch and lay the ass

While the Klan try to kill me

But I wrote 'riot' on my muthafuckin will, gee

So when I'm gone, it's on

Caps goin off on the streets like popcorn

Talkin bout Simon till the early morn'

Word is bond

But now I just cool

Bumpin my Gang Starr tape by my pool

I ain't new to this

[ CHORUS ]

[ VERSE 4 ]

Check, check, I got problems with the press

Caught the punk in traffic, stabbed the sucker in his neck

(Ugh) Punk reporter tried to diss me

(Ugh) Now the muthafucka's history

(Ha) I got to make a break hardcore fat tape

Word, I don't fantasize, I don't exaggerate

Just kick correct with the 1-2 mic check

Still quick to swing, take a sucker to the deck

I'm not the nigga you should step to like a sucker

Walk up talkin shit, you best to be a good ducker

Your posse best to run from my gun

Keep my nine off safety, and E holds the other one

(Yeah, sucker)

[ CHORUS ]

(They can get a smack for that)

And you don't stop

Fuck, fuck around and get your punk ass dropped

Yeah

Ice-T

'93 for the underground

I ain't new ta this

Pimp Behind The Wheels lyrics - Ice-T (feat. DJ Evil E The Great)

Yo shut up this is Ice mothafuckin T

and I've been listenin to a lot of DJ's

get on the mike and tryin to get busy

Ya now what I'm sayin'?

But can't no DJ get rap like my muthafuckin nigga Evil E

So right about now I'm given you the muthafuckin microphone

And I'm gonna get behind the wheel and we gonna do this

Hey Evil tell where the fuck its comin' from

It's comin' from the mouth of the pimp behind the wheel

I make the bitch kneel Evil E the grey steel

Show this ho' junior pimp when I pump

So I can give ya bitch the evil E jump

I luv ya honey should listen up listen clear after the show

Yo ho hit the wheel

backstage pablic? stick tied on the rights hit

My hopes are gettin licked right hit

hit hard the wall security would be knockin

My evil E's rockin charlie jam the jibe rockin

I'm the fucker knack that comes back by playin it back

axe my nigga out with shony shony shony whack

Yeah nigga I'm the pimp behind the wheels

(Yo now they no heard you)

Hey bitch I'm the pimp behind the wheels

(The pimp behind the wheels right, the pimp behind the wheels)

That's right I'm the pimp behind the wheels

(Jump off)

Yo check this muthafuckin shit out

Standing and no quitter I fuckin the baby sitter

With her hey bitches past bitter

I'm all that fuck you if you don't think so

Take the minds make that bitch my main ho

Lets go, Lets go, Lets go, showtime

All the cynic you suck my nigga just a don't rhyme

Yup Thats what I'm dealin

Niggas never sleep an Evil E

Make you fatal yeah thats pimpin

Evil E be never be simple

Down with the cynic and rip that shit up

My yellow nigga ice

And I'm the pimp behind the wheels

(Yo E get busy dude)

Thats I'm the pimp behind the wheels

Yeah thats right I'm the pimp behind the wheels

(They don't hear you I don't think they hear you)

Yo nigga I'm the pimp behind the wheels

(Muthafuckin pimp behind the wheels, yeah)

Thats right I'm the pimp behind the wheels

Yo ice break it down like this

Yeeeeeeeeeeah nigga

Yo P cut that shit up properly

I never seen an MC cut shit up right

I'm a fuckin nigga check this shit out

Evil E the nigga that always gives a fuck

I rhyme get some glock in crazy puss

Fine haze only takes just a second

cynic weapon evil e kickin the back

[?] right by the sounds on stage

that is why were on the front page

rippin shit up me and my yellow nigga

The mike is gap and the grills is the trigger

Glad I haze no one ever seen it when I rip, grip

Cop crazy when I always keep a grip, grip

get down with the cynic is rippin shit up

My yellow nigga ice (who are you)

And I'm the pimp behind the wheels

(Niggas don't know man Niggas don't know)

No nigga I'm the pimp behind the wheels

(Niggas cant hear you muthafucker)

Yeah I'm the pimp behind the wheels

(Niggas don't understand the level of this game)

Ice is down with the pimp behind the wheels

(Niggas niggas cant deal with this shit)

I'm the [?] with the pimp behind the wheels

LP's with the pimp behind the wheels

Bodycounts with the pimp behind the wheels

The cynic is with the pimp behind the wheels

[?] the pimp behind the wheels

(pimp behind the wheels, yeah)

Thats right muthafucker 1993's style home invasion

Dedicating this shit to all the DJ's in all the muthafuckin world

And peace to all MC's in the world

My nigga ice on the wheels of steel you know what I'm sayin

gonna rip nationwide

Make sure you hold your nuts

(Shits gonna fly)

All the virgins thanks for nothin

Yeah, that's for all the DJ's out there you can suck my dick...

Twice!

I'm dedicating this record to all the DJ's in the entire

muthafuckin world.

Thats down with the Evil E and my yellow nigga

Thats me ho

Peace to all the MCs in the house

all the all over the world

Lets rock outta here

Hit The Fan lyrics - Ice-T

[Shawnie Shawn]

Yo, what's goin on Ice?

[Ice-T]

Yo what's up Shawnie Shawn?

Man, just trippin off this girl, man

[Shawnie Shawn]

Girls?

You?

The Iceberg?

Aw man, come on, spill it, man

She was a swinger

Talkin 'bout high post

She was the most

Knew she was fine, dope, fly

She didn't have to try

She brought a eye on my eye in a crowded club

I tried to stare the girl down, but she didn't budge

She moved through the crowd in a straight line

The closer she got, mad thoughts ran through my mind

Yo, what would I say, yo, how would I chill?

My mind drew a blank, the whole scene was ill

She stepped in the light, she was dynamite

Her eyes said, "I wanna be with you all night

I wanna rub you down, I wanna kiss, caress your soul

Make your body warm and cold

Do everything sexually you ever heard"

And she hadn't said a single word..

I said, "Damn, what the hell am I gonna do?"

But my eyes said the same things too

I tried to speak, she put a finger across my lips

Followed it with a kiss

She said, "I want you bad," and she moved in next to me

This woman spelled out ecstacy

Said, "I've seen on the movies and TV

I love your records, but I ain't no groupie

Just wanna love ya, cause you're a real man

And you deserve this lovin like only I can"

I wanted her bad, and I am a man

That night the shit hit the fan

[Shawnie Shawn]

Damn, man

Keep on with it, man

Come on now kick it, man

You gotta kick it right, though

Let me know what's up

She had a 500 S-E-L airtight

Cellular phone, brand-new, it was white on white

As we walked to the car, I couldn't help but recognize

Her small waist and sexy thighs

She had a beach house she owned and a restaurant

Took me in her crib and put Sade on

As the waves hit the rocks in the moonlight

She came up behind me and squeezed me real tight

My mind started to trip, flip, roll, and roam

What about my girl who's at sleep at home?

But before I could lock in on that thought

She broke out with a new men's watch that she had bought

She put it round my wrist, it was a perfect fit

And said in my ear, "Want you to have it"

Then she unzipped her dress, dropped it to the ground

My mind was totally blown by now

She gazed at me nude in the moonlight

Pumps still on, her body was firm and tight

I looked at her breasts as they glistened and rised

Right before my eyes

And all I could say to myself was, "Damn.."

The night the shit hit the fan

[Shawnie Shawn]

Man, man, man

I understand...

(The night the shit hit the fan)

Come on now

I feel it

Come on

(The night the shit hit the fan)

Damn, man

It's all that

Shit

Come on, Ice

Kick that shit

Now I'm a player, I been all around the world

Made love to many girls

But tonight this was the big league

And I was worryin about fatigue

I wanna do this girl, so she won't forget me

And I knew that she'd let me

She moved close and took my shirt off

She said my skin was soft

Then slipped her hand

Between my stomach and my waist band

Man, I couldn't take it no more

Fuck the bedroom, we use the kitchen floor

We hit skins all weekend

We didn't even eat, we just hit em again

I love to think about how it went down

But she's no longer around

Left town with some fly guy

She's on some island drinkin D'Acqueray's and Mai Thai's

But she gave me the keys to the beach house

She knows what I'm about, at least now she figured out

I ain't nothin but a straight up man

And I might need those keys the next time the shit hits the fan

Yeah

Uh!

Yeah

Uh..

Yeah

Uh

I want her

[Shawnie Shawn]

Damn

All that, all that

And after all that

You know?

You always know, man

In the long run

You meet another one like the other one

Depths Of Hell lyrics - Ice-T (feat. Daddy Nitro)

[Daddy Nitro]

Now hear dis!

All bad man what dey a know

The original bad man dey a know, seen?

Daddy Nitro, an' Ice-T dey 'pon ? man

Come talk wit reality

An' any guy who nah like dey got shot in ? face

No Ice-T, come talk wit reality star

Tell dem bout da endin of da world today.. COME!

[Ice-T]

I got a attitude as thick as a convict's

Bomb ticks, my heart beats as I rhyme over hard shit

Watch this, the nigga that you didn't think could do

break through with the rhythm that'll rock your whole crew

Thought you knew; I ain't no punk or no pooh-butt

Step to me, the cops are still diggin niggaz up

What's up? What's up? What's up? You wanna try your luck

You move you weave you bob you got stuck

And now you're trippin with your fuckin brain

You never seen so much blood pour through one vein

You try to scream, you choke

You try to run, your legs are broke

You're bulletproof I hope..

Yo, I ain't no nigga to flex, but I will flip

Fuck up a nigga and dropkick his fuckin bitch

I love to squabble and I'm good widdit

So if you want some nigga come get it

I ain't trippin nigga trippin at all

Yo, I'm fuckin walkin over weak rapper's downfalls

It ain't my fault they fell, it ain't my fault I sell

I pull my ass up from the depths of hell

[Daddy Nitro]

Lawd! Jib-bibbidy-bong, jib-bibbidy-be-bong-ska-dang

Daddy Nitro an' Ice-T come wid a different some-thang

Comin out de ghetto tings are wild like pure 'ell

Nuff man get ? in my firebomb sale

Some a sell coke but the music we a sell

We no inna doubt, we don't want no ambulance bell

While other lyrics are full of our style we fill up our clientele

Ice-T an' Nitro from the, depths of 'ell, COME!

[Ice-T]

You punks are jealous cause I'm rollin in fly shit

My shit, all paid for and I don't owe no guy shit

Fuck you, it ain't my fault your ass is on empty

Thought you was it, but you're smooth gettin pimped G..

.. I ain't no hoe fool

Got much respect for the new and the old school

But many rappers can rip mics but can't count..

.. zero bank amounts

Word and many critics are hot cause hard rap hits

They like to make it all soft that we pop shit

Fuck that, I'll die before I let the hardcore go

Cause I'm a nigga from the G-H-E-T-T-O

I got a posse who's airtight, quick to fight

And got the power to continue or end the night

And if you stepped on wrong, then you're a done kid

The yellow tape's in the club because one did

I got no pity so don't ask me for fuckin any

I'll break a bum off but you niggaz can't get a penny

When I was broke, I stole my gold, I pawned

I lived the life of a hustler off and on

I'm just a brother that lived to tell

I brought my ass up from the depths of hell

[Daddy Nitro]

Come! In a de ghetto tings are wild round de clock

Some man a smoke crack and soem man a fire shot

Me tell de people dem laws, that we no inna dat

If a guy try dat thing we get them sixteen shotta

It's a lovely night ?? ?? off de chatta

Easy Ice-T make them no say you a mark-a

Anyway we go on I bet a no say we stop

wit lyrics and de music and right on de ?

EASE UP and come again my selector

All over de world is only for pain an' sufferin

That's why Ice-T and Daddy Nitro come wit the reality thing

Nice this everytime star

Man like Ice-T 'pon the ?? man

Come in star, one last time and teach dem bout reality

Now watch dis, COME!

[Ice-T]

I met this girl who act like I owed her somethin

Nothin, all I owed her was some good steady fuckin

Fuck that, not the one that's gonna fall on no hoe trap

Ease back bitch, before you need all your teeth back..

.. I ain't no fuckin mark

Made all my money workin bowcutters in the dark

Snatch bars and cars and vice grips

Long handled sledgehammers, saws and wire snips

I got an ill side that drips from my brain at times

It still thinks of the psycho and brutal crimes

I still remember when I had a low cash flow

No hoes, no cars, no gear no dough

And times got wicked..

.. I even remember havin to sell all my pawn tickets

But suckers spread out and they left me with few friends

But that's who wit me as we fuck up the true ends

So don't be trippin if your luck's gone bad, be glad

It'll empty out the fake fuckin friends you had

Then get yourself together, nigga aim straight

Shoot point blank at your goals, work hard and wait

You can do it even if you fell

I brought my ass back from the depths of hell

[Daddy Nitro]

Cause we are serious, en-ter-tain-ers

Talk about de Ice-T, he no joker

Cause we are serious, en-ter-tain-ers

Talk about de Daddy Nitro me no joker

Me come and pull up my lyrics and full up my style

and full up our lingual

As me sit upon de riddim I'ma sit on proper

As me flow upon de riddim like a rockin of de gong

Me sit upon de riddim like a true ??

Man no listen Daddy Nitro like a fierce ??

Me flow upon de mic from a ?? area

Pam pamma, original chat masta

Me pam pamma, original chat masta

Me pam pamma, me come fi set fi dance pon fiyah

An' if it's on, well you must fi chant up hiyah

Me say dis a Daddy Nitro steppin ?? ??

Come down, no try to diss and no dismiss de kid

As me sit upon de riddim wit de man Ice-T

All of de massive up here listen to me

Respect me come from inner New York Ci-ty

Die gon test me, man go dead and buried, COME!

Ease up man, FIYAH

Wicked every time.. woy! Woy! Woy! Woy!

99 Problems lyrics - Ice-T (feat. Brother Marquis)

[Ice-T]

Yeah, last year a lot of motherfuckers asked me

why I didn't do no old sex nasty shit

But this year I went down to Miami and got my nigga from 2 Live

Brother Marquis in the house! (Yeah I'm the motherfuckin nigga)

Yeah, we gonna answer the question about girl problems

All these niggaz is havin girl problem, Marq

(Huh, tell them man, tell them how it is)

Lemme tell you what time is it...

I got a ho from the East, got a ho from the West

Got a ho that likes to jack it off and rub it in her chest

I got a ho from the North, a ho from the South

A ho that likes to suck it long and hold it in her mouth

I got a bitch with hair, a bitch with none

A bitch with a knife, a bitch with a gun

A bitch with a ass big as a TV set

And there's a bitch over there; hey, the one I'm gonna get

But yo but maybe not, she might not like me though

No sweat to a vet; I'll slam a sista though, word

Ice in the whole damn herd

I fuck 'em all and leave 'em on the curve

I got a bitch with a mink, who rocks a fat gold link

who likes to fuck me with her ass up on the kitchen sink

Got a bitch with tits, a bitch with ass

A bitch with none, but hey I give her a pass

And I love 'em all, I love 'em crazily

And they love me back - that's why they stay with me

So if you havin girl problems, I'll be there for you son

Got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one - hit it...

Nah a bitch ain't one

[Ice-T]

I got a bitch that's old, a bitch that's new

A bitch who love velvet in the colors blue

I got a bitch who's fat, a bitch who's built

A bitch who all her titties give out powdered milk

I got a bitch who's funny, a bitch who ain't

A bitch who can sing, a bitch who cain't

A bitch who loves fuckin on a airplane..

I even got a bitch off +Soul Train+

I got a bitch who rolls a rag-top Benz..

Long ends

I got a bitch who's broke as a bum..

But she's the most fun

I got a bitch who play piano, a bitch who don't

A bitch who dances naked, a bitch who won't

A bitch who's short, a bitch who's tall

A bitch who burns my pager with priority calls

And I love 'em all, I love 'em crazily

And they love me back - that's why they stay with me

So if you havin girl problems, I'll be there for you son

Got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one - hit me

Yo Marquis - you from Miami man why don't you show

these motherfuckers all the over the world; the 2 Live style

of how the bitches treat a motherfuckin fly nigga like you

[Brother Marquis]

I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one of them

I don't trip on hos, cause I don't need none of them

Pussy's the temptation, dick's the persuasion

All hos suck cock nigga how you play 'em?

That's why I don't sleep on 'em, I just freak on 'em

Stick dick in they mouth; take it out and I skeet on 'em

The nigga the one-nighter, the bitch exciter

I only love my hos when I'm goin up inside her

Problem number one is gettin money

I'd rather taste the green than sip the honey

So don't expect nuttin cause I ain't offerin

I go hard on my bitches, cause I'm never never softenin

Puttin the demand on 'em, fuck 'em and scram on 'em

The "wham, bam, thank you ma'am" game is ran on 'em

So fuck how you feel, you fuckin cheap thrill

I hope you took the pill cause I won't pay the bill

Gettin pussy's just another expense

If pussy pays the bills then dick pays the rent

I only need a ho for one thing and that's to cum

I've got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one!

[Ice-T]

Ha! Yo Marquis my motherfucker you got problems man?

(A bitch ain't one) Aww shit!

Now let me tell you how to do this shit

[M] I got a bitch that loves to G

[I] She'll fuck you right after she fucks me

[M] I got a bitch who loves both

[I] I got a bitch who loves handcuffs and ropes

[I] I got a bitch that's fast, a bitch that's slow

[M] A bitch that's a virgin and a bitch that's a ho

[I] A bitch that lies

[M] A bitch that's true

[I] A bitch who's a man BECAUSE THEY'RE "Bitches 2"

[I] I got a bitch that's cool

[M] A bitch that's hot

[I] A bitch who loves rap, a bitch who loves rock

[I] A bitch who's lost and one who knows where it's at

[I] She gets up under me and purrs like a cat

[M] I got a bitch that runs, I got a bitch that walks

[M] I got a bitch that yells, I got a bitch who talks

[I] I got a bitch that's dirty, got a bitch that's neat

[I] I got a super fine bitch that I knocked in the swap meet

[Ice-T]

And I love 'em all, I love 'em crazily

And they love me back - that's why they stay with me

So if you havin girl problems, I'll be there for you son

I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one - hit me...

No a bitch ain't one..

(Huh, you know a bitch ain't one!)

[Ice-T]

Youknahmsayin? I got problems with my motherfuckin rent Marquis

But a bitch ain't one

[Brother Marquis]

Man you got yourself nothin man

Fuck them raggedy stank-ass hos nigga

[Ice-T]

A bitch ain't one

I got a problems stayin out here on these streets

with the police trying to take a nigga out, y'know?

But a bitch ain't one

Got problems with motherfuckers.. buyin my records

But a bitch ain't one

[Brother Marquis]

Fuck 'em all, nigga fuck them motherfuckers

[Ice-T]

Youknahmsayin? A bitch ain't one

Got problems man

[Brother Marquis]

All them motherfuckers can kiss my motherfuckin ass.. f'real

[Ice-T]

Really, niggaz worryin about bitches

They better, they better find somethin else to worry about

[fades out]

Funky Gripsta lyrics - Ice-T (with Gripsta)

Yeah, Ice-T nigga, seventh deadly sin

It's all about that hardcore mind

Got my nigga Radzay, my nigga Bazaro

My girl Gripsta in the house

We gonna do it for all the hardcore niggas out there like this

A hard hit makes a soft ass, that's what they told me, huh

I'm totally gone, I'm in another zone nigga put me on this

We layin' stick, my lyrics is heat

Havin' visions of ritual mirrors inside my sleep, nigga peep

I remember watchin' the news, dead people in jimmy bag

I got a Nine nigga get me mad

And watch me throw up razorblades and get to trippin'

I'm cats and crippin', lickin' is civil like Jack the Ripper

I'm on a mission drippin' a fog

An when it sees a million motherfuckers deceased

Some of police are brutal hog, I'm actor baitin'

No hesitation to slice a motherfucker in thirty places

Fuck a case, ain't leavin' traces here to Redder-Dip

I'm aimin' a automatic find a bitch I'm hangin' up

Protainin' up, boss strangler, better save my mother

Flat packs will end as brothers, the bloody covers

Bloody gloves like Yo-J, AK's my brainwaves

I'll strung a nigga all day to my dear play

You won't be comin' back

I put that on my dear pops when I blast a fierce drop

My bloody mask revealin' Jason it's non-stop

The cemetary is what you facin'

My steel shot is smokin' like chainsaws, brains call

Recommend that you get your homies

And watch your motherfuckin' game fall

I only like my shit hardcore

(Radzay, South Central L.A. nigga)

I only like my shit hardcore

I only like my shit hardcore

I only like my shit hardcore

Prepare for the night that you never wanted

These streets is taunted

Blacked out Impala with the big rims on it

Hit'cha corner with the lights out, bitch it's on

Duck down wit'cha kids, you know what you did

Motherfuck what your niggas say, watch for the ricochet

It's gonna be hard to hear much, once my trigger spray

That's neither here nor there, just beware

'Cause when I bust off my gat flings like a roll flair

You now listenin' to the most hated

And most loved at the same time 'cuz

Ice nigga what the fuck you wanna do about a T

Most'cha bitch niggas can't fuck with me

'Cause your chin-chalked talk I can see through

Like you're rollin' in a phat V-12

Bulllshit pull quick and have your shit cocked or dropped

Keep a spare clip cause sometimes the shots don't stop

It's motherfuckin' game to rap about, shits' for real

Double action, ain't gotta cock back no more

Got you bitch ass niggas sweatin' like Taibo

Rather lookin', in my face, I'm just checkin' my flow

So, I advise you to keep it in the studio

Your attitude, you don't wanna meet me dude

My crews' like a fuckin' wild bunch of escaped beasts

Like scientists, cross cells of apes and G's

All the war get you battle gear, black fatigues

You talk shit, your crews' catch a casualty, uh!

I only like my shit hardcore

(Ice-T nigga, what?)

I only like my shit hardcore

I only like my shit hardcore

I only like my shit hardcore

Aiyyo, my style be official, I bust like a pistol

Criminal the issue, mad shit the nigga been through

Peep now, system, handcuffs nigga listen

Word up, robbin' white boys to buy blunts

The representative, GorTek Assassin thought to be a stallion

Yo, I be splashin' Street Wars

The hardcore ambassador in a black four door Akaror

I attach yours, he Marquise piece, gold teeth and medallion

Heads I be sappin' like the grams I be baggin'

Fightin' women, cut throat and tree smokin'

Violatin', infiltratin', blunt bakin'

Block regulatin', the cake

Bake, a brick flippin'

Green expedition thicker to body stickin'

Bazaro, yo I got the hardcore flow

I drop to put a rock from the Bronx y'all know

I only like my shit hardcore

(Bazaro, boogie down Bronx, baby)

I only like my shit hardcore

On the mic, Grip be flexin'

Who's next to wreck when I mic check, mic check

I'm checkin' any verbal an' steppin'

What the fuck nigga duck, you ain't fuckin' with this

Get touched cause I lust to bust when I clutch

With the quickness, killin' lyricist when I spit this

Who's next on my hit list when I rip this

Lyrically I'm material, the Rap War General

Droppin' hoes quicker than a syllable, yeah you killable

Your style, unfillable, wishin' my shit was stillable

I eel for the fuck of it, queen you know I'm lovin' it

Dick, never suckin' it unless I see a buck in it

You need the whip, cluck it kid, I'm furious

Leavin' your crew delirious so you don't take it serious

I'm guessin' you was serious about the West, none test

I got the rep for my niggas on the shaw

Got the ball, fuck the law and yep I wet 'em out

As I proceed to spread 'em out and dead 'em out

Spray 'em out, lay 'em out

Ain't no surprise, come see me with four eyes

Young Grip, I'm a prize, prepare for you demise

Recognize I put a hole in the local aforenor

Nigga this is Coroner

Gripsta, Oakland, California

I only like my shit hardcore

Message To The Soldier lyrics - Ice-T

Yo, Ice, you been down with the struggle for a long time, man...

Why don't you drop some knowledge for these brothers who

want to get involved in this war...

Take notes: real gangstas wear trench coats

Grey suits, black ties and they seek votes

And you're not to be misled

They'll kill you in your fuckin' bed

They don't sell dope, yo, excuse me, yes they do

But they don't look that much like me or you

But if you pull up the sheets and expose them

They'll crawl up like snakes and show fangs of venom

Now I've been soldier for years

Representin' the tattooed tears

Other brothas locked up with no choice

Left in the bowels of devil with no voice

My phones are tapped, my crib is bugged

My car is tailed from club to club

And this ain't no fuckin' joke

They want to see a nigga broke

You can't slip, if you slip you're out

You gotta know what you're talkin' about

Drop science every chance you get

Hit direct and indirect, speak in code

Cause you're never alone

That's why I use this low tone

Follow this and you might grow older

This is a message to the soldiers...

Now they killed King and they shot X

Now they want me, you could be next

All you gotta do is speak too loud

All you gotta be is be too proud

Cause once you let'em know

Who you are and where you're at

You better watch your back

Cause you might think you're just dope

While you're livin' in a sniper's scope

I'm not tryin' to scare you

But there's a danger if you get too deep

Some nights I don't sleep

All you wanna do is tell the truth

All you wanna do is save the youth

Ice Cube knows, Souljah knows, P.E. knows

They throw death blows

And if you got kids or a girl that's true

They'll move on them too

But when I'm gone I need you to carry on

You gotta be strong and fight for our salvation

But there will be retaliation, soldier...

To think that rap could be attacked

Is ignorin' the simple fact

That they never ment us to speak

They had planned to keep the black man weak

But rap hit the streets

Black rage amplified over dope beats

Now they want to shut us down

And they don't fuck around

Check the history books, son

Black leaders die young

They tell us that your words are scary

They're revolutionary

Because we speak the truth

About crime and drugs

And expose the real thugs

This info is not beneficial

To the groups that go by three initals

So they try to discredit

They'll dog you with an edit

Print the words the way you never said it

But we gotta make'em regret it, soldiers...

Word! I know a lot of brothas out there want to get in this war...

You know what I'm sayin'? a lot of sistas got a lot of knowledge

to drop on our people but right now they're movin' to shut down

all hip-hop! The first amendment had absolutely nothin' to do

with black people at the time constitution was written, we were

considered nothin' but property...The expectation of havin' black

people speak on records never came to mind, so we gotta move!

But belive me all the black leaders have been silenced and most

of the time it's been violent so if you choose to get in this war,

realize what you're in for but we gotta move on...

And we gotta stay strong...

Message to the soldiers, welcome to the struggle...

Message to the soldiers, be careful, soldiers...

Ain't A Damn Thing Changed lyrics - Ice-T

Ban me? Try it

You might cause a riot

What the radio won't play the underground will supply it

I'm a MC pirate, this loud not quiet

Radical as they make, they make a rule I'll defy it

Critics may say I'm wise, some may call my words lies

I've lived more in one day than they will in their lives

Cops hate kids and kids hate cops

Cops kill kids with warning shots

What is crime and what is not?

What is justice? I think I forgot

Squeeze the trigger, 1986

Ain't a damn thing changed motherfucker

O.G. Original Gangster (1991)

Home Of The Bodybag lyrics - Ice-T

[Intro:]

Syndicate fool!!

L.A. -- Home of the Bodybag

Ice-T; a young player bred in South Central

Colors, colors, Syndicate fool

A young player bred in South Central

Six in the morning, Ice-T

L.A. -- Home of the Bodybag

You played yourself with Syndicate fool

Ice-T, Ice-T; a young player bred in South Central

High Rollers, High Rollers, Syndicate fool

Ice-T, L.A., Home of the Bodybag

My lethal weapon is my mind, My lethal weapon is my mind

Ice-T, Ice-T; Syndicate fool

I'm your pusher, I'm your pusher

Ice-T; a young player bred in South Central

Squeeze the trigger, squeeze the trigger, Syndicate fool

Ice-T, Pimping ain't easy, Pimping ain't easy

Drama, Drama with Ice-T, Syndicate fool

Peel their caps back, Peel their caps back

Ice-T, Ice-T; a young player bred in South Central

Power, Power, Syndicate fool

L.A. -- Home of the Bodybag

Iceberg, Iceberg, Ice-T, Syndicate fool

Let's get butt naked and fuck!

Let's get butt naked and fuck!

Ice-T, Ice-T; a young player bred in South Central

Sex, Sex, Ice-T, L.A. -- Home of the Bodybag!

[Outro]

Syndicate fool, O.G. [Echoes]

First Impression lyrics - Ice-T

Upon intial contact with Ice-T's music,

I had envisioned him to be an ill-

Mannered and psychologically

Unstable man with an extremely

Uneducated and barbaric

Frame of mind, whose raps displayed

Nothing but ridiculous jaargon,

Shocking sexual audacity and

Repulsive images of the ghetto.

However, after further analysis of

His music I can deduce

That he is the epitome of

Antidisestblishmentarianism who

Embodies the entire spectrum of the

Urban experience and struggle.

But to make things more plain and

Simple to the lymn, I find Ice-T to be

The dopest, flyist, O.G. pimp hustler

Gangster plyer hardcore

Motherfucker living today.

To be honest I'm totally and

Irrevocably on his dick

Ziplock lyrics - Ice-T

Once again I'm back in the place to be

The I, the C, the E, the T

I'll never get a Grammy, so fuck the G

All I need is crowd, and my M-I-C

Got a gangster ass DJ named Evil E

My record label's called Warner B

William Morris is my agency

I'll never go broke, I got property

Got a dope pitbull named Felony

Got four gold albums

So what you tell'n me?

Power was two, Iceberg was three

This one here shipped five hundred G

Now when I roll, I roll stupid deep

Benz's, Bemers, and boomin' Jeeps

I'm always strapped

Cause my money I keep

You move on the Ice

And you're goin' to sleep

But when you see me

Walkin' down the street

You say, "What's up Ice?"

And I say, "Peace!"

You give me a dap, I give you one back

Cause I ain't souped

So forget about that

We might take pictures

Sign n utograph

Kick a little flavor

Have some fun and laugh

But step to me wrong

You might get shot

And wind up lookin' out a ziplock!!!

Mic Contract lyrics - Ice-T

Brainstorm microphone napalm

This is it, words from a timebomb

Attack speed, fast as an F15

Raise the heat, light thhe gasoline

Overload, it might cause a blackout

Dead end

There's no chnce to back out

Hit the tripwire

Duck from the gunfire

Broken glass, screech'n car tires, bodies hit the deck

As I commence to wreck

Eject another clip and drip sweat

Face of danger, increasin' nger

Point blank

I smoke another stranger

Grip the mic tight

I see the brake lights

Hit the back door

I lay down cross the floor

E's on the wheels

He makes the rubber squel

Blood's on my gear

From caps I've peeled

About a block away I sit up

Look back

It wasn't nothin' but a

Microphone contract!

Dressed in black I stalk my prey

Parabellum in a leather attache

Low tones I speak, I speak to few

Just give me the money

and who the fuck to do

Four blocks away my aim's clean

Night scope on a silence carbine

Place my crosshairs on my vic's eye

Squeeze the trigger

Watch the brains fly

Violent? Yeah you could call me that

Insane? You're on the right track

But turn the sounds up

So I can stay amped

Do another crew and breaak camp

The only way I sleep is in a cold sweat

You think I'm crazy?

You ain't see shit yet

Cause I love to kill and kill for fun

The microphone goes off

Like a handgun

It's goin' down now

Grab your girl hops

No excuses when the bodies

begin to drop

Look in my face fool

It look like I'm play'n

Don't become another

Victim of mic slayin'

What's up?

You want your feet in some concrete?

I got some brothers

That'll do you for gold teeth

But most the time I move, I move alone

Take a bat

Break your motherfuckin' dome

Shoot you dead in the face

With a sawed off

One hundred ten degrees

Ice don't get soft

Cause I'm hard as they come

I come correct

You can't handle the vandal hit eject

If not you better get

Out my face sucka

Or else you better be

A good bullet ducker

Cause I'm a rip shop

Tell that ass drop

Five o Ice, yo fuck a damn cop!

Cause I move hard and cold

With a gangster stroll

Five thousand dollar suits

And fly gold

Rolex, you can't fit no more

Diamonds on it

Pinky ring, worth a house

If I decide to pwn it

What's up now punk?

Yo start to choke up?

You try to move on the Ice

You'll get broke up!

Midnight, time for a homicide

Showtime, somebody's gonna die

E hits the switch

And thouands of volts connect

With the weapon that's in my fist

I see a sucka in the third row

Try'n to riff

A paragraph and a half he's stiff

I start bustin' off barrages ear high

Mothers grab for their children

Tears fly

I'm like a psycho

In the mircrophone zone

Speakers blown, mind gone

I can't be touched

Once my lyrics begin to fly

Simple stage radiation

Could make ya die

Ya got a prob nigga

you think your rep's bigger?

Hold your heard right there

While I squeeze the trigger

Cause I'm a crazy motherfucker

That's no joke

My favorite smell is

The aroma of gunsmoke

I'm bustin' off another

Lyrical nightmare

Parents hate the Ice!

You think that I care?

Well I don't give a fuck

Cause I rhyme tough

Drop science, still bust the ill stuff

So now it's time for crime

And the rhyme is mine

Track the movement

Hide from the punchline

I rhyme with quickness

Microphone fitness

The assassinator

Stay off the shit list

Mind Over Matter lyrics - Ice-T

It's been a long while

Since I hit ya with freestyle

High tech selections

From the vaults of the Ice files

Kick back relax

And watch as I melt wax

Don't ever let a borther llike me

Ride a dope track

Cause once I hit it with the vocltone

It's mine, have motherfuckers

Rush'n to rewind

Cause I'll flow slow

And still twist your tongues up

Rock the house from night

Till the sun's up

Cause it relly ain't

How much you say

it's what you sy

I got no fuckin' time on the mic

To play

I write rhymes

With addition and algebra

Mental geometry

Don't even come at me

Talk'n that weak and

Popin' that bullshit

Get out my face

A fool could get his head split

A lot of doubters

Said it couldn't be done by me

them same suckers

Are now lookin' from under me

Wonder'n what i did

I didn't play myself kid

I respected my faans

And made the high bid

Sometimes I write my rhymes

At night and fall asleep

Wake up with new techniques

Grab the pen

And place it on some loose leaf

Nothin' soft, always the tough meat

The white paper and

Blue lines excite my mind

Not allow'n me to stop the rhyme

Until the whole motherfuckin'

Book's complete

Then I write on the

Back of the sheets

I maade promise

To my brothers in street crime

We'd get paid with the use

Of a sweet rhyme

We put our minds together

Made the tracks clever

Now we're checkin'

More bank than ever

[CHORUS]

Mind over matter

I can drop rhymes in twos,

And threes and fours

nd still have much shit

Left for encores

Cause once my mind locks

In on a dope idea

Mothercukin' ducks

Should stand clear

Cause I'm a hit the topic point blank

It's jail ya better keep your shank

Cause I got mine

And I'm out on a solo creep

(Uggga!) Your face hits the concrete

You wanna roll

With the niggas that don't play

I think you got false courge

Get out my damn way

Cause the car I'm in

Is rollin' full of men

No kids or boys, E got the Mac 10

Islam's got the Zulu Nation back up

DJ Aladdin's who

Hooked the fuckin' track up

Syndicate's make'n the move

With the ski masks

And I'm house'n the long cash

So now you realize

You underestimated the Ice

You thought that I was OK

But now you realize I'm nice

But that's alright

Cause I knew I'd mke it in the end

Those who like me now

Might not of liked me then

But I'm a keep impressin'

Stressin' my lesson

And keep motherfuckers guessin'

Armor plate my mind

With walls and shields

As I escape from the killing fields

Mind over matter

Wise up

Move the tempo of this hype groove

You know this shit is dope

So what you try'n to prove

Vu's max as Evil E

My niggaa dogs the wax

My brain's a handgrenade-catch

I'm a hit you with an over load

Of bottomless thought

Reversin' all the shit you're taught

Then throw words at you

Syl-la-ble-at-a-time

Your brain recites the rhyme

No matter what you do

The power's over you

when you sleep

You'll be say'n these rhymes too

Cause the brain has the power

To control all

Think positive

You'll be unable to fall

Brain cells swell

Thought process becomes a trance

Makes you feel posessed to dance

I'll say I want a million

My mind is so deep

I'll be bustin' a check for it next week

[CHORUS]

New Jack Hustler lyrics - Ice-T

Hustler, word, I pull the trigger long,

Grit my teeth, spray till every nigga's gone.

Got my block sewn, armored dope spots,

Last thing I sweat's a sucka punk cop.

Move like a king when I roll, hops,

You try to flex, bang, another nigga drops.

You gotta deal with this cause there's no way out,

Why? Cash money ain't never gonna play out.

I got nothin to lose, much to gain,

In my brain, I got a capitalist migraine.

I gotta get paid tonight, you muthafuckin right.

[something] my grip, check my bitch, keep my game tight.

So many hos on my jock, think I'm a movie star.

Nineteen, I got a fifty thousand dollar car.

Go to school, I ain't goin for it,

Kiss my ass, bust the cap on the Moet.

Cause I don't wanna hear that crap,

Why? I'd rather be a New Jack-----Hustler

[chorus]

Hustler

Hustler

Hustler

H-U-S-T-L-E-R hustler

(kid drop in)

Yo man you know what I'm sayin?

You got it goin on my man, I like how it's goin down.

You got the fly cars, the girls, the jewels.

Look at that ring right there,

I know it's real, it's gotta be real.

Man, you the flyest nigga I seen in my life!

Yo man, I just wanna roll with you man,

How can I be down?

What's up? You say you wanna be down?

Ease back, or muthafucka get beat down.

Out my face, fool I'm the illest,

Bulletproof, I die harder than Bruce Willis.

Got my crew in effect, I bought em new Jags,

So much cash, gotta keep it in Hefty bags.

All I think about is keys and Gs

Imagine that, me workin at Mickey D's (ha ha ha ha).

That's a joke cause I'm never gonna be broke,

When I die there'll be bullets and gunsmoke.

Ya don't like my lifestyle? Fuck you!

I'm rollin with the New Jack crew.

And I'm a hustler.

H-U-S-T-L-E-R hustler

New Jack, New Jack..........

Here I come, so you better break North,

As I stride, my gold chains glide back and forth.

I care nothing bout you, and that's evident.

All I love's my dope and dead presidents.

Sound crazy? Well it isn't.

The ends justifies the means, that's the system.

I learned that in school then I dropped out,

Hit the streets, checked a grip, and now I got clout.

I had nothing, and I wanted it.

You had everything, and you flaunted it.

Turned the needy into the greedy,

With cocaine, my success came speedy.

Got me twisted, jammed into a paradox.

Every dollar I get, another brother drops.

Maybe that's the plan, and I don't understand,

God damn----you got me sinkin in quicksand.

But since I don't know, and I ain't never learned,

I gotta get paid, I got money to earn.

With my posse, out on the ave,

Bump my sounds, crack a forty and laugh.

Cool out and watch my new Benz gleam,

Is this a nightmare? Or the American dream?

So think twice if you're coming down my block,

You wanna journey through hell? Well shit gets hot.

Pregnant teens, children's screams,

Life is weighed on the scales of a triple beam.

You don't come here much, and ya better not.

Wrong move (bang), ambulance cot.

I gotta get more money than you got,

So what, if some muthafucka gets shot?

That's how the game is played,

Another brother slayed, the wound is deep

BUT they're givin us a Band Aid.

My education's low but I got long dough,

Raised like a pit bull, my heart pumps nitro.

Sleep on silk, lie like a politician,

My Uzi's my best friend, cold as a mortician.

Lock me up, it's genocidal catastrophe,

There'll be another one after me!

A hustler.

Hustler.

H-U-S-T-L-E-R hustler.

New Jack, New Jack......

Ed lyrics - Ice-T

Let me tell ya a little story

Bout my homeboy Ed

Use to drink every day

Straight 40's to the head

You try to snap on him

He'd ask what you said

You still try to break

He'd start given up lead

Love to gamble

On one knee he stayed

Tryin' to hit seven

on one knee he stayed

Worked tees and weights

So he always got paid

Blew on the hoes

Every dollar he made

Crazy friends, crazy friends he had

Superfly drobe, super dope pad

Cars for your ass

and I'm talkin' class

Benz's and better

With his name on the dash

One night he got drunk

And started drivin' real fast...

Ed's dead

Bitches 2 lyrics - Ice-T

I once knew this brother

Who I thought was cool with me

Chilled out together

Even went to school with me

Fly nigga, my ace boon coon

Used to low ride together

Shot dice in the bathroom

Ya want trouble?

Well trouble ya found

Cause we diss ya, then issue

The critical beat down

He needed money

I would always come through

Needed a car? He could use mine too

But bust this!

Out on the street

People say he was riffin'

Callin' me a sucker

Talkin' bout how foul I'm livin'

Someone heard him

Poppin' that shit last week

Frontin' for some pussy

From some big butt freak

Sayin' I'm his worker

I was on his dick!

Talkin' that craazy old weak assed shit

and after all of that

She still walked away

How ya gonna diss your boy

To get some play?

And when I stepped to him about it

He said, "Who snitched?"

[CHORUS]

Yo, how did he go out?

He went out like a bitch!

So ladies

We ain't just talkin' bout you

Cause some of you niggas

Is bitches too!

I knew this brother named Mitch

Stone player

He meet a girl, in five min. he lay her

Trucked crazy jewels

Hands smothered in ice

Been to prison not once, but twice

Kept a stupid thick posse

Made of thugs and

Crooks and hoods

and vet hustlers

Who were up to no good

But they all stood behind him

and watched his back

That's the only way

To roll on the track

But yo,

Mitch got rushed by feds last week

The snatchbared the runk

Of his white Corniche

Took a look inside

And what did they see?

Two keys, and a gallon of PCP!

Oh shit! The thought crashed

Mitch's subliminal

Three strikes, that's called

Habitual criminal

So insted of goin' under

He snitched on his whole posse

Maxed at the crib

And sipped Martini and Rossi

Sold out his whole crew

That rat named Mitch

[CHORUS]

I knew this guy

That was never that fly

Couldn't act cool

Even when he tried

When we played rough

He always cried

When he told stories, he always lied

A Black brother

Who was missin' the cool part

He had the color

But was missin' the true heart

When we would fight

He would always go down quick

So he took karate

and he still got his ass kicked

But now he's married

And he kicks his wife's ass

Says it comes from problems

That he had in the past

Doesn't like Blacks

Claims he's upper class

Joined the police, got himself a badge

Now he rolls the streets

and he's cut to jack

Doggin' young brothers

Cause they usually don't fight back

Got a White partner

And he asked for that

and every night

Another head they crack

So now he's big man

But he really ain't shit!

[CHORUS]

Out one night with my crew

and some new kid

I didn'T know homeboy, but Evil E did

So I thought he was cool

We rode in his ride

Rag top tray on Daytons

Lifted side to side

We hit the party deep

Niggas was hawkin' me

You could feel the vibe

Of thick artillery

Parliament was on, some O.G. shit

I put my back to the wall

And felt my pistol grip

al of a sudden

Niggas started trippin'

Flippin', the record started skippin'

Wildin', fools started locn up

Gats cracked

The room started smokin' up

Me and "E" hit the floor

And then the back door

My boys let off an automatic encore

But when we made it out to the ride

It was gone, we had to shoot it out

Side by side

Punk left us there to die in a ditch!

[CHORUS]

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