Intro/Rhyme Pays lyrics - Ice-T
A child was born in the East one day
Moved to the West coast after his parents passed away
Never understood his fascination with rhymes or beats
In poetry he was considered elite
Became a young gangster in the streets of L.A.
Lost connections with his true roots far away
But no matter the job or crime
He never lost his hardcore obsession to rhyme
New York's hip hop movement broke loose
DJ's cut records, raps had the juice
Since busting rhymes was his natural thing
He was crowned the west coast MC king
But after his inauguration there was a rush
Of wack rappers with one intention to crush
This master rapper and take his throne
A simple job,he had no crew, he stood all alone
Assassins came in groups of one through five
With raps no mortal MC could survive
But he showed no mercy, he rapped blood thirsty
Battling from Friday on through to Thursday
Never losin a bout, never ending in doubt
Every confrontation K.O. knock out
On his never ending journey to the T.O.P.
The L.A. player M.C. ICE-T
[Verse 1]
Magnificent rhymer, I'm the ill beat designer
If they ask you if I'm def, don't front and say kinda
Merciless, meticulous, so fresh it's ridiculous
I'm raised in the heart of Los A-N-G-E-L-E-S
King word connector, the vocal projector
Your girl tried to jock me, I had to reject her
Always adventurous voice some say is sensuous
Now, I'm on the mic so I think I better mention this
I don't like Gucci, Fila, Louie or Fendi
Those are fads and I ain't trendy
But whether your name's Lucy, Terry, Laura or Cindy
Ice got beef and this ain't Wendy's
Bust a move while I'm talkin'
Sucker rappers I be stalkin'
When they see me on the street with my homeboy walkin'
They slow down, turn around and ask was that Ice?
Then they see me cold countin' my cash
Rhyme pays!!
[Verse 2]
Moves must be busted, girls can't be trusted
I looked at your lady and I was disgusted
Came into the party just to rock the place
And your big zombie lookin' freak still won't get out of my face
I don't mean to diss her, but do you kiss her?
Look at her lips, she got them crazy blisters
Body that smells like the New York mets
Arm pits all nappy packed full of sweat
I hope this something that you never forget
Tie that freak outside next time you come in the set
Because my jams be crazy, packed with all fly ladies
I'm talkin' def girlies and I don't mean maybe
The way I rhyme no one will ever slay me
And I ain't lyin' rhyme do pay me!
Rhyme pays!!
[Verse 3]
I'm notorious, I'm infamous, like a snake I'm venomous
For those who may diss I think you should consider this
I can make a rhyme complicated as a puzzle
Dangerous and as violent as a pit bull in a muzzle
But this record is for radio S-T-E-R-E-O
It not to be banned or for some underground mix show
My hearts in my pen every time I begin
Sometimes my lyrics go crazy and I just can't control em my friend
I try to edit what I'm rappin' about
But I can't write polite my anger just jumps out!!
Perpetrators in the business claim their hard as hell
Talkin' that gangster shit, know'n they're soft as jell-
Oh! I better chill out before I ill out
And my negative potential just might spill out
And then this record won't be gettin played
I'll save that rap for another day
-Rhyme pays-
[Verse 4]
The front stage area goes into hysteria
As I start to rhyme and unleash my criteria
Of what is to come during the beat of the drum
And Evil agitates the records with the use of his thumb
Using his intricate moves, the record stays in the groove
My boy cuts like Jason, it's easy to prove
That Evil E is the great, his cuts are real not fake
Not emulated effects or a play back tape
So suckers witness your fate while Evil demonstrates
I'm bout to get off this mic, E., dog the break - Kick it!
[Verse 5]
Like me if ya want'a, diss me if you're gonna
But my jam will still be kickin' on your neighborhood corner
As my bass is max'n out the V.U.S. on your box
There'll be no doubt within your mind whether this MC do rock
Like granite, I planned it, So you could understand it
If someone's talkin' when I'm rhymin'
Then just say, "Damn shut up!"
While Ice is breakin' the boy don't be fakin'
Maybe they're just jealous of the dollars I'm makin'
But you're down with me. You know god gifted me
Black kids say I'm trech, white kids say I'm nifty
Spell out my name ya go I-C-E T
But right now it's time for Evil E to hit me!
[Verse 6]
Rhyme pays, buys my food every night and day
It pays my rent my bills I guess I'm doin' ok
But when I say rhyme pays, I mean in different ways
Cause rappin' gets a lot of kids out of the streets each day
It makes me feel real nice when someone likes the Ice
Or some young MC asks me for advice
But there will always be rappers who hate Ice T
Maybe I dogged 'em in a battle or just jealousy
Inevitable situation, sucker rapper frustration
I rhyme too tough to bite, too intricate for notation
Syllables jumble, competitors crumble as they witness mic attack
And the microphone rumbles like hurricane
I maim, sometimes I go insane
Step toward my rap and I inflict the pain!
No shame Ice capital T's my name!!
Damn there I go illin' out again!!!!
Rhyme pays
6'n The Mornin' lyrics - Ice-T
6'n the morning' police at my door
Fresh adidas squerk across the bathroom floor
Out the back window I make a escape
Don't even get a chance to grab my old school tape
Mad with no music but happy 'cause I'm free
And the streets to a player is the place to be
Gotta knot in my pocket weighin' at least a grand
Gold on my neck my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip hop beats
But just livin' in the city is a serious task
Didn't know what the cops wanted
Didn't have the time to ask
Word
Seen my homeboys coolin' way out told 'em bout my mornin'
Cold bugged' em out shot allmenn little dice until my knees got sore
Kicked around some stories bout the night before
Possed to the corner where the fly girls chill
Through action at some freaks until one bitch got ill
She started actin' stupid simply would not quit
Called us all punk pussies said we all weren't shit
As we walked over to here hoe continued to speak
So we beat the bitch down in the god damn street
But just livin' in the city a serious task
Bitch didn't know what hit her didn't have time to ask
Word
Continued clockin' freaks with emcee posterior
Rollin' in allmenn blazer with a louie interior
Solid gold the ride was raw
Bust allmenn left turn was on Crenshaw
Sean-e-sean was the driver Known to give freaks hell
Had a beeper goin' off like a high school bell
Looked in the mirror what did we see ?
Fuckin' blue lights L.A. P.D.
Pigs searched our car, their day was made
Found allmenn uzi, 44 and a handgranade
Threw us in the county high power block
No freaks to see no beats to rock
Didn't want trouble but the shit must fly
Squabbled this sucker shanked' em in the eye
But livin' in the county is a serious task
Niga didn't know what happend
Didn't have time to ask
Back on the streets after five and a deuce
Seven years later but still had the juice
My homeboy Ken Gee put me up the track
Told me E's rollin' Villain - BJ's got the sack
Bruce is a giant - Nat C's clockin' Dough
Be bop's a pimp. My old freaks a hoe
The batter rams rollin' rocks are the thing
Life has no meaning and money is king
Then he looked at me slowely and Hen had to grin
He said Man you out early we thought you got ten
Opened his safe kicked me down with cold cash
Knew I would get busy- He didn't waste time to ask
Word
I bought a Benz with the money the rest went to clothes
Went to the strip strted pimpin' the hoes
My hair had grew long on my seven year stay
And when I got it done on my shoulders it lay
Hard from the joint but fly to my heart
I didn't want no trouble but the shit had to start
Out with my crew some ounks got loud
Shot gun blasts echoed throug the crowd
Six punks hit two punks died
All casualities appiled to their side
Human lives has to pass just for talking much trash
We didn't know who they were - No one had the time to ask
Word
[Part Two]
Swat team leader yelled hit the floor
Reached in my pocket pulled my 44
Dove across the room peeped out the window
Twenty cops jumped behind a Pinto
Out the back door like some damn track stars
Broke down an alley jumped into a car
Suckers didn't even see us They musta been Blind
Black wire touched red the car was mine
We hadn't done nothin' but some suckers got shot
Hit the first turn god damn road block
Broke through the block and we did it fast
Cops wouldn't shot us on sight
They wouldn't took time to ask
Word
The rollers gave chase at a serious speed
One more conviction was all I need
This shit was for real
This was no La-Di-Da-Di
Cause the boys had to pin the shit on somebody
And me and my crew we were known to get ill
We carried heat for protection but not to kill
We bust a corner doin 60 one police car spun
And all I was thinkin was murder one
Bust a move into an alley and did it right
And me and my vrew we're gone into the night
Broke to my old lady's who drew me a bath
She didn't even know what happend
Didn't care Didn't ask
Word
Qwe made love like crazy on top of the sheets
This girlie was my worlie a natural freak
She ran her tonuge over each and every part of me
Then she rocked my amadeus as I watched TV
A technican with a mission that's what she was
If there had been a crowd she would of got an applause
This girl did everything on earth to me that could be done
The she backed off and teased me so I couldn't come
Then she cold got stupid pushed me on the floor
Had me beggin' to stop as I was acreamin' for more
After she waxed by body she let me crash
She knew her lovin' was def
She didn't waste time to ask
Word
Up the next mornin' feelin good as hell
Sleepin' with a girlie sure beats a cell
Hit the boulevard in my A.M.G.
Hoe's catchin' whiplash tryin' to glimpse the T
Ring on my mobile yes celluar
Got to have a phone when I'm in my car
Was my homeboy Red Some say he's insane
Broke his bitch jaw for smkin' came
Told me to meet him at the airporrt
Said he's jumpin' bail said he just left court
Caught the first thing smokin' in a serious dash
Didn't know where we were going.
Didn't care Didn't ask
Word
Fell a sleep on the plane and so did he
Woke up chillin' in N.Y.C.
Called up my posse when I got there
Hit the Latin qarter Union Square
Rooftop Devil's nest the rest we passed
Back doored the Palladium just for class
About 4 am we crashed the deuce
We never catch static 'cause my boys got juice
Deuced it to the Bronx to rest our heads
Where a shoot out jumped off mine people lay dead
It sounded like it happend with a mac 10 blast
But it was 6'in the mornin'
We didn't wake up to ask.....
Word
Make it Funky lyrics - Ice-T
(Make it funky)
So the people can get down to the funky sound
Cause my crew don't mess around
(Make it funky)
So the girls can get busy,dog the dance floor
Make the guys get dizzy
(Make it funky)
Totally def as Evil E guts the records and the beat is kept
(Make it funky)
Stupid fly,it's got to the F-U-N-K why?
So that you can get loose as I produce sounds hard as the deuce
Manipulate the bass gain give the level's a boost
The lyric layer rhyme sayer,born to be player
If politics were my kick then I'd be your mayor
Governator,Senator,I'm your mentor
Rap rhythm is erratic,time is four, four
I'm the microphone scholar,clockin' long dollars
Here to make the place funky while the fly girls holler
Genius vocalist,rhyme style priceless
Pound of gold around my neck,mic in my first
The microphone virtuoso crazy insane I'm loco
With the speed to exceed,make other MC's look slow mo
Un-lease release words mean as a beast
I eat MC's for lunch and dinner,I can serve for a feast
Their rhymes are elementary,mine deserve a PH D
This beat is F-U-N-Key my name is Ice T
Make it funky
Undoubtedly you recognize this jam is the ultimate cut
Uncontrollably you motivate and move your butt
It's rough the beat is gangsterous,call it tough
If you're diss'n stop frontin',come on whats up?
Complicated voice gymnastics are all in your face
Vegas got my highs,E.V's got control my bass
My break is comin' get busy no time ta waste
Now's the time do body work here's the place
Make it funky
Make it funky enough so the tracks lay tough
'Cause I'm tossin' it up and the Ice don't bluff
The girl charmer toy Harmer,juice strong as armor
When I stand upon the stage you could call it melodrama
Intense suspense my voice emcee
I wouldn't have you come and see me under false pretense
The girlies do be wild'n'as I'm profilin'
Limos lined around the block for about a mile'n'a half
Autographs the list goes on
If you forgot it "make it funky" is the name of this song
Stupid dope and you know it,it rates a ten
You pray my DJ cuts the records so it starts again
'Cause I can keep the mic cookin' for an entire month
My rhymes are always hard hittin' I don't know how to bunt
My DJ cuts like a laser E-V-I-L-E
Put your finger on the records
Make it,Make it funky
Make it funky
Somebody Gotta Do It (Pimpin' Ain't Easy!!!) lyrics - Ice-T
My lifestyles crazy,I'm luxury lazy
So much gold that jewelry don't phase me
Coroless phone,eight or nine homes
Girlies on my Jammie with Ice-T Jones
Bank account boomin',fast lane zoomin'
Known around the world for my high post groomin'
Mac like a preacher,love like a teacher
Got a girl who lives in Paris
When I want her I beep her
Too many clothes,gotta rag top rolls
1.000 Watt system and my speakers are bose
I kick it like a champ,I throught you knew it
But pimpin' ain't easy
But somebody gotta do it
My thumbs are tired just from countin' cash
No more room in my diamond stash
Filin' my nails is such a tirin' task
Gold knobs on my benzo dash
Five freaks just to comb my hair
Monograms on my underwear
Bodyguards around so please don't dare
You're takin' a chance if you just stop and stare
Livin' my life is just so hard to do
Makin' deals a million one or two
Buyin' new cars for my entire crew
Matching Ferraris,E's black,mine's blue
Can't swin a lap in my pool because it's just too long
Could never go broke because my banks too strong
No matter what I do I simply can't go wrong
And I'll make money,I don't need this damn song
But somebody's gotta do it
When I walk in a joint,punks always look at me hard
Because I wear enough gold to tie a dog in a yard
Cold maxin' in my mansion so big it's silly
Got a butler named Humphry and a maid named Milly
Mink sheets on my bed,that's what I said
Gourmet chefs in my kitchem so that I can get fed
So tired of sailin' on my boat I might just Helicopter
To my jet and catch a midnight flight
So many girls in my book,it weighs a tom
Gotta leave the damn country just to have some fun
Private suite at the track to watch the ponies run
And there ain't nothin' in the word
That me an "E" ain't done
But somedody gotta do it
409 lyrics - Ice-T
It's time to start the party if ya'll don't mind
Me and "E" clean our Adidas with 409
He rocks the highs,I dog the bass
Ya wanna hear us rock?
Here's a taste!!!
Every day I make a sandwich with ham and cheese
Use miracle whip,I don't like mayonnaise
I eat a can of beans,good for my heart
About 1 a.m.,I always.....
Far from me to bite anothers rhyme
They're just too easy to write
I do'em two at a time
Like doggin' the wax and ya don't quit
And if you didn't like that then suck my....
Dictations how I write my raps
Cold maxin' with two freaks upon my lap
Chillin' on the phone,bookin' more def shows
An' if the freaks get illy I smack the....
Whole days of my life are spent inside my bed
Just maxin' an' relaxin' like I'm at club med
Ya say you like this record,you think it's fun?
Party people get stupid we just begun!!!
[break]
You're get,get,gettin' real stupid
As the beat hits your body get ill!!!
You ain't dumb you paid dollars to party go off!!
The girl you're dancin' with has got great hips bug out!!
Go on homeboy and grab her.....
Tape recorder turn up the bass
No time to waste just dog the place
R-R-R-Rocket like a missile in space
Evil E keeps his 1200s in an anvil case
We fly T.W.A.,Pan Am,P.S.A
To places close to home,far away
L.A.,New York,Detroit,Miami
If I see a girl and like her then I let her see my....
Jam rockin's how I got my fame,Ice capital T
Evil E's his name
If you can't see who's rockin' you must be blind
You better clean your gazelles with some 409!!!
Go Ice get busy [X2]
Go Evil Get busy [X2]
Turn up your stereo,equalize treble
Bass be kickin' stupid hard as metal
On the mic tonight that's right your rhyme opponent
M.C. Ice T just microphonin'
33 and 1/3 revolutions per minute
This record is def because my heart is in it
Vocals laid by the Ice,tempos tight and precise
Special effects will be created by an editor's splice
The funk is in it,ya dig it so stop that frontin'
Bust a move to my groove work your body do somethin'
No way in the world that you can deny my method
As my record rotates,my words get more impressive
I'm an M.C., Evil's my Dj on Sire Records not M.C.A.
C.B.S.,Capitol,cause they move too slow
Now Sire/Warner Bros. clocks all the dough
As the record revolves money's gettin' made
A.S.C.A.P. pays me every time it's played
I chill in def leathers pure silks and suede
And the gold around my neck will never fade
Down with my Syndicate organized rhyme
Kickin' def tempos that I design
And if you can't hear'em thats such a crime
You better wash your dirty ears with some 409
I always rhyme elite,stay on beat
Travel in a posse when I walk the street
Loved to say my rhymes when I used to max
Now I don't speak much,I save my words for wax
I just wanna make a little point in this song
With a little nonsense we can all get along and on and on
Till the break'a break of dawn
This jam will never play out because the grooves too strong
Guys grab a girl,girls grab a guy
If a guy wants a guy,please take it outside
I wanna make ya enjoy yourself
On the mic tonight Ice T!!Who else?
Evil's on the cuts,Henry Gee's shot gun
Islam's my producer,Bambattas son
Bronx Style Bob's cold watchin' my back
Melle Mel's just layin' for some punks to act wack
Grandmaster Caz and Donald D ,Scott La Rock
Red Alert,Chuck Chill Out
If you're down with my crew you will be fine
But if you ill we'll get dirty-bring your 409!!
[BREAK]
409......
I Love Ladies lyrics - Ice-T
Ya heard the Ice was rockin', ticket sales were high
Bought some fresh Adidas so you could look fly
Broke out from your crib rushin' to get here
Tripped ans stumbled almost broke your neck comin' down the stairs
Jumped into your ride, pushed the speed to the limit
Jumped out of your car faster than you jumped in it
Now you're at the jam but in for a shock
Stupid big line wrapped around the block
Through the walls of the hall you could hear me rhyme
Methodically you schemed a way to cut in line
But when you got inside the sight straightened your curls
Cause as you look around all you could see were girls
I love ladies
I think it's time that I tell the truth
I been dissin' females since my early youth
But you know that's a drag and there's no doubt
Cause females are the one thing that I can't do without
Female companionship is my one vice
I love to buy the girls things, love to treat em real nice
Homeboys you must admit the best part of each day
Is when a beautiful lady comes walkin' your way
Females possess that one commodity that no man will ever have
Not that hangs around me
They got it, we want it, they move it, and flaunt it
They shake it and sway it, we'll die just to lay it
We try to supress it until they undress it
And beg 'em to use it, and cry not to lose it
No man can deny it so don't even try it!!!
I love ladies
Ladies are you with me? (Yeeaahh!!)
I Love Ladies
Ladies are you with me? (Yeeaahh!!)
That sounds nice (You know we love you Ice!!)
I'm junkie for females and that's a fact
I'm not into havin' my homeboys rubbin' my back
Don't dig goin' to the movies alone
Or talkin' to myself on the telephone
Goin' to a disco that's packed with men
That's like tryin' to get a dance in the federal pen
Walkin' through a park with a gang of the guys
And a beach full of fellas never opened my eyes
And man if females are one thing that you don't need
You better get away from me at a high rate of speed
Cause if you don't like them you must like men
And homeboy that's where our serious problems begin
Because to me women are God's true gift
There's absolutely no question who I'd rather be with
I love ladies
I seen this fly girl walkin' down the street
Jammin' a box rockin' to the beat
The girl looked pretty, she really looked nice
So I said to myself she's got to be with the Ice
Walked over to her, started sayin' my rhyme
She said "Ice you're so bad, you damn near blew my mind"
I kept on rappin', runnin' my mouth
The next thing I knew I was at her house
Looked at her closely, said for goodness sake
The girl was cut like a diamond, had curves like a snake
Her top half was heaven, the bottom was the hell
I knew tonight that the Ice was gonna rock well
But then she started talkin' mess about love and romance
Until she noticed the bulge growin' in my pants
You should'a seen the girl's eyes as my body expanded
She grabbed for my leg, raw sex she demanded
My knees started knockin', I tried to run
She said "Please don't leave Ice, I want you to come"
This girl meant business I had no doubt
This is just about the time that the Ice passed out
The next day I woke the girl was through
Room still smokin', my legs black and blue
My eyes bloodshot, my hair pressed straight
My knees still knockin', I knew I lost weight
She was the best y'all, yes on this earth
I would'a paid a million dollars, that's what it was worth
If I had got her name or number it would'a been nice
But I'm here to let you know the girl went off on the Ice
I love ladies
Ladies are you with me? (Yeeaahh!!)
I Love Ladies
Ladies are you with me? (Yeeaahh!!)
That sounds nice (You know we love you Ice!!)
No when it comes to partyin' the ladies know how
When I ask for a reply they always scream owww!!
It's the homeboys always tryin' to act real chill
Sometimes it's jealous MC's mad cause they ain't on the bill
Maybe they scared if they say ho!
They might lose their cool
But I got some news for you: a fool's a fool
But don't get me wrong, most fellas do rock
They put their hands in the air, they take the show to the top
They start rockin' with the ladies once the show begins
They don't stand lookin' stupid like some mannequins
They don't lean against the wall like they're I some trance
They did not come with no intention to party or dance
You know what? yo dead beats should just stay home
Leave me, my homeboys, and the ladies alone
We love ladies
Sex lyrics - Ice-T
Sex I the morning,sex at night,sex in the afternoon's alright
Ain't a man on earth,that can stay alive
Without a .....sex drive
Sex [x4]
I was in a contest to rock the world
First prize was a virgin young girl
For four days I was up on the mic
All sucker MC's were on the bite
Bittin' my rhymes,stealin' my style
I rocked so hard,it wasn't true
I won the virgin girl,and her MAMA too
Sex [x4]
When I'm upon the microphone
All the fly young ladies want a take me home
When the party's over,take me to their house
Throw me in the bed,know what we're talkin' about?
Then they say,"Ice-T you are the best
I love your eyes
Your things,your chest
You put all my lovers to shame
I can't remember my boyfriends name
You made me feel all hot and wet
The way you move I can't forget
I came,I came,I came again it felt so good I told my friends
You can have my cars,my jewels,my wealth
I love you more than I love myself
After tonight fulfilled I'll be
No hundred men could match ICE-T
Sex [x4]
Then she turn out the lights,throw back the sheets
And then our two hot bodies meet
And all at once she felt the thrill
The caress of the best,the Ice-T chill
Start with her tongue upon the back of my leg
She didn't stop till I hollered screamed and begged
Then she rolled me over,took me to the stage
Like in the nasty book where you tore out the page
Sex [x4]
I put it in their blouse
In their brain their little panties that their boyfriend saw
I put it in their mini skirt and up their thigh
Deep,deep girls,I wanna make you cry
I move it in and out,know what I'm talkin' about
Then around your neck until you show respect
Then on your cheek until I reach my peak
Then in your mouth girl,no joke,I'll take it out
Don't want to see you choke
I'll run it down your back,might cause a heart attack
I'll put it in your butt until I get enough
And then I'll take it out and put it in my pants
'Cause I fuck with the beat,the only way to dance
Sex [x4]
Pain lyrics - Ice-T
Deuce,deuce revolver was my problem solver
Had a def girl,really didn't wanna involve her
In the life of a gangster,use to rob bankster
But now I'm locked up,I'm just a punk low rankster
Jail cells know me too damn well
Seems like I've built on earth my own personal hell
No matter how high I climbed,somehow I always fell
I guess a lot of players got this story to tell
No matter how cold you roll you simply cannot win
It's always fun in the beginning
But pain in the end
Pain [x4]
Organized crimer,big trouble finder
In and out of institutions ever since I was a minor
But now I'm on the bricks,deep in the mix
Crime smarts searching hard for some new street tricks
I think I'll join a gang,sling a little cane
Put a beeper on my belt and get myself a name
Fresh sneakers,silk shirts,24/7 work
Nine to five to survive,you gotta be a jerki
I clock two grand a day,yet I was born to play
Who me at micky dee's?It wouldn't work,no way
I'm a big money haver but not the last laugher
For me infamy makes me no autographer
Custody haunts my dreams,nightmares of capture
Paranoid of surveillance,phobia of cameras
My banks bigger,but so are my fears
Past records proved players live limited years
But I'm unlike the rest,know to be the best
Fast money,true wealth my eternal quest
I hustle all night long,there ain't no gain in rest
12 gauge close range,bloods on my chest
I looked into his face,I thought he was my friend
My boy had me set up,this wound would never mend
No matter who you trust,you simply cannot win
It's always fun in the beginning
But it's pain in the end
Pain [x4]
Gold rope wearer,neighborhood terror
Can't hang around my mother 'cause she says I scare her
Got a light sunburn from too much pool-side sittin'
Coroless phone keeps me on 'cause there ain't no quittin'
Mind's in a money mode,seems like it should explode
Girlies on my jammie,got a female overload
Young street messiah,professional liar
19 gotta Benz,21 I'll retire
Crazy money it ain't funny,suckers lovin' my jock
But there's some people at my door that didn't even knock
Task force boomin',doggin' my crib out,can't shout
F.B.I. got a gun in my mouth!
Threw me on the floor,called my girl a whore
Pulled ten G's out my mattress and was lookin' for more
Cracked my safe with an axe,then illed out to the max
When they seem my money kickin' it in twenty G stacks
Booked me on ten counts,with bails of different amounts
The charges stuck like glue,some that I couldn't pronounce
They threw my ass the book,my life wa surely took
And then they gave my girl
Ten years for hangin' out with a crook
She played the game herself,fast lane quick wealth
No respect for the law or the city's health
The sweat of hustlers greed is not reserved for men
It's always fun in the beginning
But it's pain in the end
Pain [x5]
Squeeze the Trigger lyrics - Ice-T
Squeeze the trigger
Rampage on stage,my crews in a rage
Searched my posse,found the Uzi but missed the 12 gauge
Maniac,I'm a rhyme brainiac,livin' on the edge of a razor
Remember that
Cold rollin' thick as a shake,I'm rockin' hard as a quake
I can't live on bread and water or lobster and steak
My mino's a riot gun,there ain't none bigger
About to unload the ammo,"E" squeeze the trigger
They say I'm violent,they should watch their T.V.
They say I'm brutal,they should check their P.D.
You made me,now your kids rave me
I rap about the life that the city streets gave me
Murder,intrigue,somebody must bleed
Miami Vice is small time,L.A's the big league
From the rollin' 60's to the nickerson "G"
Pueblos,grape street,this is what I see
The jungle,the 30's,the V.N.G.
Life in L.A. ain't no cup of ter
Squeeze the trigger
I've been dogged out by cops,shackled and socked
Paid my dues to the streets,took my hard knocks
Disrespected by snobs,damn near trampled by mobs
Persecuted by squares workin' nine to five jobs
Like a panther I prowl ,like a lion I growl
Learn to see behind my back like the head of an owl
I'm the voice of the youth,the prophet of truth
What I speak is really though some
May say ruthless tactics are takin' by me to awaken
People to life but I feel no fakin'
No jivin',no lyin',no frontin',no playin'
Say exactly whats up,understand what I'm sayin'
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 that's loud not quiet
Radical as they make'em,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
But most do respect the words I inject
Kick credit for realism and the truth I project
Because I could bust rhymes for fun,or cut MC's like a knife
But the topic I love is the drama of life
So don't diss me don't dare,I feel you should care
You may think I'm soft but you're just unaware
Of the wrath of the Ice enraged prepare
For a true nighmare
Squeeze the trigger
Cops hate kids,kids hate cops,cops kill kid's with warnin' shouts
What is crime and what in not?what is justice?I think I forgot
We buy weapons to keep us strong
Reagan sends guns where they don't belong
The controversy is thick and the drag is strong
But no matter the lies we all know who's wrong
Homeless sleep on the city streets
Waitin' to die with nothin' to eat
While rich politicians soak their feet
In the pools at their ten million buck retreats
People hate people for color of face
No one had a choice in the race we were placed
A brother in queens was beaten and chased
Murdered cold in the streets, a goodamn disgrace
Just because of his race,his life went to waste
And no one went to jail when the court heard the case
Justice or corruption?it's all interlaced
How can you swallow this?I can't stand the taste
Squeeze the trigger
I get paid for illin',cold makin' a killin'
My pockets keep fillin',I got dollars to the ceilin'
Got a safe in my floor,car got bullet proof doors
Every time I rock the mic I leave you wishin' for more
Because my raps ain't bull,got cold stupid pull
You wanna eat my rhymes like candy,till your mind's over full
But most MC's today ain't got nothin' to say
"A" to the mother fuckin' "K"
Squeeze the trigger
Somebody Gotta Do It (Pimpin' Ain't Easy!!!) (12" Mix) lyrics - Ice-T (feat. Emanon)
[Verse 1: Ice-T]
My lifestyle is crazy, I'm luxury lazy
So much gold; that jewelry don't faze me
Cordless phone, eight or nine homes
Girlies on my Jammie with an Ice-T Jones
Bank account booming, fast lane zooming
Known around the world for my high post grooming
Macks like a preacher, loves like a teacher
Got a girl lives in Paris, when I want her I beep her
Too many clothes, got a rag top Rolls
1.000 Watt System, and my speakers are Bose®
I kick it like a champ, I throught you knew it
Though pimping ain't easy; but somebody gotta do it
[Interlude #1:]
[Emanon] Yo Ice, they want you to be on Lifestyle for Rich and Famous
[Ice-T:] Man, hang up on that fool!
[Emanon] Yo Ice, what you're doing with that fourth cord on the floor
[Ice-T:] Homeboy, that's the carpet man!
[Emanon] Yo man, what you're doing with all this money, all over this floor man?
[Ice-T:] Get the vaccum, dude!
[Emanon] Yo man, there's ten girls waiting in the bedroom
[Ice-T:] They been there for a week, another day won't hurt!
[Verse 2: Ice-T]
My thumbs are tired, just from counting cash
No more room in my diamond stash
Filing my nails is such a tiring task
Gold knobs in my Benzo dash
Five freaks just to comb my hair
Monograms on my underwear
Bodyguards around so please don't dare
You're taking a chance, if you just stop and stare
Living my life is just so hard to do
Making deals, a million one or two
Buying new cars for my entire crew
Matching Ferraris, E's black, mine is blue
Can't swing a lap in my pool because it's just too long
Could never go broke because my bank is too strong
No matter what I do, I simply can't go wrong
And I'll make money, I don't need this damned song
But somebody's gotta do it
[Interlude #2:]
[Emanon] You want this rope, but that go one ten thousand one's twenty
[Ice-T:] Yo, I don't care man, put it on the dog man!
[Emanon] Yo Ice, what you're gonna do, we got a house on Parsberg, half built
[Ice-T:] Man, I don't like it no more, tear it down, I don't need no more houses!
[Emanon] Yo Ice, Gucci, Louie and Fila wanna sponser you
[Ice-T:] Man, I told you, I don't need no more clothes
[Emanon] Man!!
[Verse 3: Ice-T]
When I walk in a joint, punks always look at me hard
Because I wear enough gold to tie a dog in a yard
Cold maxing in my mansion, so big it's silly
Got a butler named Humphry and a maid named Milly
Mink sheets on my bed, that's what I said
Gourmet chefs in my kitchen so that I can get fed
So tired of sailing on my boat I might..
just Helicopter to my Jet and catch a midnight flight
So many girls in my book, it weighs a ton
Gotta leave the damned country just to have some fun
Private suite at the track to watch the ponies run
And there ain't nothing in the world that me and E ain't done
But somedody's gotta do it
[Outro:]
[Emanon] Yo Ice, it's Brandal Rays man, he wants to know can he hang out with you and E
[Ice-T:] Man, would you tell that fool! to get off my jamie man
[Emanon] Yo yo yo Ice, your homeboy at Marker Show just caught up, wants to borrow some more money
[Ice-T:] No Problem! small thing to a gaint, cause somedody gotta do it!!
Our Most Requested Record lyrics - Ice-T (feat. DJ Evil E the Great)
[Opening Skit: Evil E as Mickael]
[Phone beeped]
Come On!! pick up the phone, it's getting out my bubble
I got to hear this new song.. he he he!!
[Phone beeped]
[Ice-T as a Radio Request Line employee]
Yo, what's up? Request Line
[Evil E as Mickael]
Yes, this is Mickael, I'd like to hear that new song about.. AWWHHH.. Ice-T
I don't know the name of it but AWWHHH.. it's bad!
[Ice-T as a Radio Request Line employee]
Don't worry about that homeboy, we're about to rock it
That's our most requested record
[Song's Intro]
[Ice-T] Yo E, what's up man? they got our record on the radio boyyyy!!
[Evil:] Yo man, they're rocking our stuff, Ice man
[Ice-T] I'm telling you man, this is the Most Requested Record, everybody wants to hear this record
[Evil:] It's for everybody, you gotta throw this stuff by respect.. what you think?
[Ice-T] I know, you know what time it is, it's flying high
[Evil:] Let me do..
[Ice-T] I'ma tell them what's up!
[Evil:] Yo Ice man, tell them boys what time it is ~
[Ice-T]
Yo, one two, my name is Ice-T, I'm hear to let you know Rhyme Syndicate is in effect
And where ever we go, me and my posse gets stupid respect (YEAH!!)
But good jerking this on juice, YEAHH!! just because where we're staying
But I'm here to let you know L.A. don't take no mess, understand what I'm saying?
Yo, this is the Most Requested Record, New York loves to hear this record boyy!!
[Evil:] Yo man, Chicago loves this jamie, man
[Ice-T] Detroit can't live without this record, man
[Evil:] Yo, Memphis likes this jamie man
[Ice-T] Miami wants to hear this record, and how they gonna say we ain't got beats?
We got Afrika Islam man, kick the swings up the hits
[Evil:] Kick it A!!
[Ice-T] There it go boy, you know that swing is so fly!
[Evil:] Awww Yeah, you know the flavor my man
[Ice-T] And I wanna let you know the publicity charm
Well, this is coming from Los Angles, you know what I'm saying?
[Evil:] Yeah, L.A.'s in effect, you know what I'm saying?
[Ice-T] L.A. got it going on, but what does it matter where it's from?
You just listened to the beat of the drum, you know, and we're swinging out here in California, Yeah!!
[Evil:] Awww YEAH!!!
[Ice-T] But they say that STILL ain't fly enough E
[Evil:] Yo, what's up with them chumps Ice man, they don't understand the beats man
[Ice-T] I think they wanna hear some 8OA, some boom boom!!
[Evil:] Boom boom!! Aww man, let's hit them the boom boom man?
[Ice-T] Low temple, you know...
[Evil:] Old 8OA man, they don't know about that man
[Ice-T] Temps and flavor
[Evil:] Yo, let's give it some flavor, we're gonna take the bass, man
[Ice-T] I don't know man, I hope they're ready, let's change the temple!!
[BOTH:] AAAWWWW!! YEAHH BOYY!! it's a big world
[Evil:] Awww! what you know about that?
[Ice-T] We did it fly now!!
Run the Power Moves on them -> [Bushwick Bill]
[Ice-T] Awww Yeah, Evil-E and Ice-T in here
trying to do one tip for all the ladies out there, what we're trying to do, E?
Run the Power Moves on them -> [Bushwick Bill]
[Ice-T] Yeah, you're knowing, all the posse deafly loves it, right?
[Evil:] Yo, yo, yo, yo.. yeah!!
Run the Power Moves on them -> [Bushwick Bill]
[Ice-T] L.A. loves it, you know, we're kicking it man
[Evil:] We're chilling, cold stupid in the place boyyy!!
[Ice-T] Yeah, what?.. what?..
[L.A.P.D]
Attention the inside!! This is L.A.P.D
Turn the music down; or we're coming inside
This is L.A.P.D!!
[Ice-T] Awww man, I told you.. I told you not to play the record so loud
[Evil:] Yo Ice, I won't man
[Ice-T] All these.. aww man.. y'all.. hit the back door fellows..
[Evil:] Awww man, but I got a warrant man
[Ice-T] Wait a minute.. hold it.. hold it.. looks like they're leaving man
[Evil:] Leaving?!!! WORD!!
[Ice-T] Forget the police man, turn the music back on man!!
[Ice-T] Yo, they knew better than coming here
[Evil:] Yeah, Word word man, they knew better than that, cause my boys are in here
[Ice-T] We're just having fun, but they BETTER not coming through the door
[Evil:] BETTER not man, BETTER not
[Ice-T] You know what? all the people out there wanna know exactly who we are
We've been talking, but they still wanna know who we are!
[Evil:] Who you are Ice man?
[Ice-T] Yo E, throw the jamie on, show them who we are, kick it!
[Evil:] Bet man, bet it..
[Break: Evil E Scratching and cutting quotes below]
I.. I.. I.. I.. I.. Ice-T UHH! -> [Ice-T]
I.. I.. I.. I.. I.. Ice-T -> [Ice-T]
E.. E.. E.. Evil.. Evil E UHH! -> [Evil E]
I.. I.. I.. I.. I.. Ice-T UHH! -> [Ice-T]
I.. I.. I.. I.. I.. Ice-T -> [Ice-T]
E.. E.. E.. Evil.. Evil E -> [Evil E]
FLY!! -> [Ice-T]
I.. I.. I.. I.. I.. Ice-T UHH! -> [Ice-T]
I.. I.. I.. I.. I.. Ice-T -> [Ice-T]
E.. E.. E.. Evil.. Evil E UHH! -> [Evil E]
[Evil:]
Yo Ice man, yo man, they don't understand about that fly Rap man
Why don't you throw them a fly jamie man
[Ice-T:]
Word! thinking of a demo, late nights alone in my lemo
Not a Pictum my man, I'm talking black sadan
Stretched like a fine truck, E counts the grants
My plan; write a rhyme like nobody can
Totally unpredictable, understand? (WORD!!)
Talent is mine, but the judgement is yours
You vibe my records, my crew tours (YEAH!!)
You make request in my sale sore
You clear the shelves of the record store (UHH!!)
Soft core I'm not, but knowledge I got
I keep my posse in effect when I rock the spot
Grand hot, or maybe you forgot
You should've cracked the jams early before the cops block the lights
Mack magnifier, Hitman for hire
Drop when I fire, watch the guard wire
Ice ain't no lier, I'm never retire
Cause my back went [?] with young troops I inspire
Cold as nitrogen and fold as hydrogen
Thought you had a chance to wax, you better try again
Hip-Hop commando, Bum Rush Rambo (UHH!!)
Intelligence is my weapon, dum dump my ammo
It's okay plea it, call it as you see it
I'm from L.A. ~ this joint is like Viet-nam gangs illing
Wilding and killing, bars on your door please protect your children
I ain't no bad guy though suckers may try, they say I'm violent WHY?!!
Because I'm fly, got girls to date, therefore
Don't wanna hear no more, chauffeurs shut the damned door (WORD!!)
Cause I'm a player, I ain't no Beat-boy
I love the ladies and money is my real joy
[Break:]
[Evil:] Word Them Up! Yeah, I know that was down, yeah, you know the poetry was deaf
[Ice-T] Yeah E
[Evil:] You know, just kick a little poetry for my posse Rhyme Syndicate in here
[Ice-T] Hell yeah!! yeah baby, Beatmaster V rocking the drums
[Evil:] Yeah, and my man Afrika Islam is on the drum
[Ice-T] Charlie Jam boy, you know that, BG is in effect
[Evil:] YEAH, XT, Gustie G
[Ice-T] King Quality man, E-Mack Boy, E-Dubb
[Evil:] Yeah, you know what I'm saying? E-A-SKi in the house
[Ice-T] Yeah, Nat the Cat, D-Rock-ing a funky beat
[Evil:] Yeah, and my man Mike, Mike Love, my man Hen-Gee are stood out there baby pal
[Ice-T:] DAT the Most Requested Record, if you don't play this record; you'll be sorry
My whole crew is gonna come down and have to..
run a bum rush on you, you know, the same stuff took a round, you know what I'm saying?
Some [?] and all that fly stuff, you know, this is what you want, the beat
This is what you want to Rap, this is what you want
Ice-T and DJ Evil E, 1988, taking no [?] yeah boy
[Evil:] Taking out all simps and suckers, y'all know the flavor, No Time
[Ice-T] The Most Requested Record, everybody loves this record, Red Alert
[Evil:] Yeaaahhh, this for my man Chuck, you know what time it is Chuck
[Ice-T] Houston wanna to hear this record
[Evil:] L.A. knows what time it is.. ha ha!
[Closing Skit:]
[Phone beeped]
[Nancy]
They will never pick up the phone, you're stupid!!
[Rodney]
There I go again Nancy, can't you see I'm trying to get through?
Just calm down like a Sugar Brown
[Phone beeped]
[Ice-T as a Radio Request Line employee]
Yo, what's up? Request Line
[Rodney]
Yes, this is your homeboy Rodney from DC, wearing red, white and blue
I've been trying to get through, me and Nancy just wowed about that little song from Ice-T
We don't know the name of it but if you play it, we'll be more than happy
[Ice-T as a Radio Request Line employee]
Don't worry about it homeboy, we've just rocked it but we'll rock it again
Cause that's our most requested record!
Ballin' Bitch I Knew lyrics - Ice-T
Mad game she was too damn fly
Gotta get that girl, I gotta get that girl
Yeah
Mad game she was too damn fly
Gotta get that girl, I gotta get that girl
This is a love song
Mad game she was too damn fly
Gotta get that girl, I gotta get that girl
Mad game she was too damn fly
Gotta get that girl, I gotta get that
Sit back and kick it for a minute or two
Let me tell you 'bout this ballin' ass bitch I knew
No joke, she'd leave a nigga broke quicker than shit
Hardcore, she'd leave a motherfucker dyin' for more
It was drama when you met her right up till she left
Therefore a lot of motherfuckers that met their death
No way to figure her out 'cause she was too complex
No way to leave her alone because she had mad sex
Had a body that could make the hardest nigga weak
Talked with her eyes, the homegirl really didn't really have to speak
Set ya up like a puppet then she'll blow you away
Different nigga, different sucker every fuckin' day
Mad game, she could talk like an angel
Make it seem so real, the girl had mad skill
To make a brother open up and spill his whole program
I seen the girl in action and I say 'goddamn'
If me and her could role we'd be like Bonnie and Clyde
Make a million dollars, buy some fat ass rides
Fly around the world and break a mark a day
Love it every minute 'cause we'd love to play
And this is somethin' that I just had to do
I had to get next to, this ballin' bitch I knew
[Chorus:]
Mad game she was too damn fly
Gotta get that girl, I gotta get that girl
Mad game she was too damn fly
Gotta get that girl, I gotta get that girl
This ballin' bitch I knew
Mad game she was too damn fly
Gotta get that girl, I gotta get that girl
Mad game she was too damn fly
I gotta get that girl, I gotta get that
Too fly when baby walked or talked
She had mad niggas stupid over her from L.A. to New York
Strap a nickel twenty-five to her thigh, don't try
Quick to catch a body, she pumped shotties
I had to have this girl
She was the baddest hustlin' apparatus, ass was the fattest, 'damn'
I stepped to her in the club and cracked a fly grin, 'what up'
Let the games begin
I hit her with a overload of high-tech dialect
Then it was set, she eyed my Rolex
I walked straight through her eyes into her head, 'psshh'
Moved some things around, made the bed
She looked at me like a slave set free
Asked me my name I told her 'Ice T'
She said she heard my name in the game
Said she heard I got juice, she said she heard I got fame
Huh, I gotta watch this expert in gassin', beatin' and breakin'
Bustin' and blastin'
I took her to her crib in my rag top ac
Spot was fat
Black leather and chrome to the dome
Twenty-fifth floor, leaded glass doors
She took me in her room and laid me down on her bed
The black widow's web
And now I'm thinkin' 'bout what to do
With this ballin' bitch I knew
[Chorus]
She came in the bed head first like she was dying of thirst
Thought I would burst
But this was sexual competition
Lift her ass in the air, made my precision incision
I beat the pussy up like a Tyson fight
While I politely sixty-nined her all night
She had erotic super freaky sexy tongue techniques
Slipped down beneath, kissed my feet, uh
And even though the girl was great
I jumped off the pussy, kicked back and watched her masturbate
Next day she called me 'the king'
Kissed my ring
Said I made her hormones sing
Then she opened up a closet full of fly men's clothes
All my size, couldn't believe my eyes
Then she broke into tears
Told me how she wanted me near
Said she watched my style for years
Cracked the safe, there had to be at least a hundred g's
And said 'please'
Let me be your true, I'll do whatever you want me to
I'll hold the world for you, 'right'
She kicked the ?? and the choice was me
And now I got a down ass gee
When we hit this together just like Bonnie and Clyde
Made a million dollars, bought some fat ass rides
Flew around the world and broke a mark a day
Lovin' every minute 'cause we love to play
And for me she turned to be this hustler's troop
Somehow I got next to, that ballin' bitch I knew
Mad game she was too damn fly
Somehow I got that girl, somehow I got that girl
Mad game she was too damn fly
Somehow I got that girl, somehow I got that girl
This ballin' bitch I knew
Mad game she was too damn fly
Somehow I got that girl, somehow I got that girl
Mad game she was too damn fly
Somehow I got that girl, somehow I got that
Hustler's dream
Bang Bang lyrics - Ice-T (feat. Smoothe Da Hustler, Trigger Tha Gambler)
[Intro:]
[Trigg:] Trigger Tha Gambler
[Ice-T:] Iceberg
[Smooth] I'm Smoothe Da Hustler
[Trigg:] So come check us out at, sexmoneyguns.com
[Ice-T:] Yeah
[Smooth] What?
[Ice-T:] SMG motherfucker, you heard about it?!!
[Smooth] Fagots know
[Ice-T:] It's going down, niggaz started sounding like motherfucking pussies out there
[Smooth] They carry Guns dogg!! no matter..
[Ice-T:] It's real, this is it nigga, yeah, this is Gangster Rap
[Smooth] [?] heard about it! smell y'all, smell y'all
[Ice-T:] Iceberg in the place
[Smooth] Uhha!
[Ice-T:] Gambler, Hustler, it's going down bitch!!
[Chorus: Ice-T X2]
Bang bang; Every time we come around your city
Bang bang; Twenty macks hold about fifty
Bang bang; Should've claimed your block out quickly
Bang bang; Bang bang!!
[Verse 1: Ice-T]
Out on time gagging; just came to take the sock out of your mouth
Then take you in the backyard and blow your fucking brains out [Explosion]
Twist the game up, complex, gangster confusing
You'll never know which strap I'm using
Whores speak the tunes in; better than Gs, hand the heat off
Catch you in the V-I-P, knock your whole street off
Catch you in a vall-ey, leave you on your bailey
Watch for the ricochet cause.. this is L.A.
Home of the Body-bag, home of the toe-tag
Home of the Blue and Red rags, and the pants sag
Pull out your gat nigga, dress for the freeze tag
You think I care, I put on my vest before my underwear
Never smiled nigga, don't talk that much
My gat's cold, I feel it when it's touching my nuts
Let's get it going, fuck the flowing, bring your drama
And don't forget your body armor
[Chorus: Ice-T with minor variations X2]
[Verse 2: Trigger Tha Gambler]
It's the black beast from Brownsville
Scaring like the dark block when the Hounds kill
You found scar in your life, I found steel
Never left a gunfight until the ground's filled
Never ran, never will, I take blocks and raid spots
Whatever that the round spills, is where the tape stops
Since a kid, we kept a grudge, we hate cops
SMGs the replay switch, .38 the glocks
Play heading niggaz, I can flip your blow bouts
Heat niggaz by these whores, split the skull out
It's the reason why; Def Jam held me back
My mind is out of the troll; they had to mail me tracks
Trigger's whack; what hell is that? - I spit like the gat
I'm iller than your Rasta, you ain't got to tell me that
96 I was back, hard to the core
Flex was dropping bombs, like a station just blown to roar
[Chorus: Ice-T with minor variations X2]
[Verse 3: Smoothe Da Hustler]
Every time Brooklyn in the place "BANG BANG!!"
Anytime Hustler on the Mic "Same thang!!"
Hit your head, lift your chain
Watch your brains hang, so maintain nigga
It's the New York native, Brooklyn ripper
Niggaz move back when I cop the groove back like stirrer
I'm a dolo dirt doer, I do that better
Nigga trip, triggers drip, spit through that leather
Shoot at, do the damage down and dirty, I demonstrate
Destruction with the Derringer, and watch niggaz disintegrate
I'm no joke, blow, gunsmoke, if one choked that's one hope
And for second you got the next one wope
No folks on both coasts who throw toasts
Butter niggaz out for the bread, I'm drawing votes
Hustler figured fuck for the bread, I roll with both to keep my .44 so close
[Chorus: Ice-T X2]
Colors lyrics - Ice-T
Yo Ease let's do this
I am a nightmare walking, psychopath talking
King of my jungle just a gangster stalking
Living life like a firecracker quick is my fuse
Vendettas of death back; the colors I choose
Red or Blue, Cuz or Blood, it just don't matter
Sucker dive for your life when my shotgun scatters
The gangs of L.A. will never die – just multiply
You see they hit us then we hit them
Then we hit them and they hit us, man
It's like a war, ya know what I'm sayin'
People don't even understand
They don't even know what they dealing with
You wanna get rid of the gangs it's gonna take a lotta work
But people don't understand the size of this
This is no joke man, this is real
You don't know me, fool
You disown me, cool
I don't need your assistance, social persistence
Any problem I got I just put my fist in
My life is violent but violent is life
Peace is a dream, reality is a knife
My colors, my honour, my colors, my all
With my colors upon me one soldier stands tall
Tell me what have you left me, what have I got
Last night in cold blood my young brother got shot
My homeboy got jacked
My mother's on crack
My sister can't work 'cause her arms show tracks
Madness insanity live in profanity
Then some punk claimin' they're understandin' me
Give me a break, what world do you live in
Death is my set, guess my religion
Yo my brother was a gang banger
And all my homeboys bang
I don't know why I do it man, I just do it
I never had much of nothing man
Look at you man, you've got everything going for yourself
And I ain't got nothing man, I've got nothing
I'm living in the ghetto man
Just look at me man, look at me
My pants are sagging braided hair
Suckers stare but I don't care
My game ain't knowledge my game's fear
I've no remorse so squares beware
But my true mission is just revenge
You ain't in my set, you ain't my friend
Wear the wrong color your life could end
Homicide's my favorite binge
Listen to me man
No matter what you do don't ever join a gang
You don't wanna be in it man
You're just gonna end up in a mix of dead friends and time in jail I
Know, if
I had a chance like you
I would never be in a gang man
But I didn't have a chance
You know I wish I did
I'll just walk like a giant police defiant
You'll say to stop but I'll say that I can't
My gang's my family it's all that I have
I'm a star, on the walls is my autograph
You don't like it, so you know where you can go
'Cause the streets are my stage and terror's my show
Psycho-analyze tried diagnosing me why?
It wasn't your brother that brutally died
But it was mine, so let me define
My territory don't cross the line
Don't try to act crazy
'Cause that shit don't faze me
If you ran like a punk
It wouldn't amaze me
'Cause my color's death
Though we all want peace
But our war won't end
'Til all wars cease
See the wars of the street gangs will always get to me man
But I don't wanna be down with this situation man
But I'm in here, if I had something better to do I think I'd do it but
Right
Now I'm just down here boy
I'm trying to get money 'cause I'm smart
I'm gonna get paid while I'm out here
I'm gonna get that paper, ya know what I'm saying
If I had a chance like you
Maybe I would be in school
But I'm not, I'm out here living day to day surviving
And I'm willing to die for my colors
Yo'll please stop, 'cause I want ya all to live
This is Ice-T, Peace
Dick Tracy lyrics - Ice-T
Work you over for fifty cents, Charlie
You're just lucky I don't have any hardware with me
Darn lucky, I tell ya
It was gambling that brought the rising star of mobster Big Boy Caprice to zenith and brought crime buster Dick Tracy onto his scent
Caprice made his bones in the small-time extortion and protection rackets on the South Side
And his prosecuted vendettas with the ruthless tenacity that earned him a reputation for cunning, murderous unpredictability, and an unwillingness to forgive, which is remarkable even on that seamy side of town
Business owners who failed to cough up Big Boy's exorbitant demands for tribute were hastily extinguished
And many a small-time operator learned the hard way with the Mob not rough stuff meant by territory, a school lesson that ended with a student grasped in a pair of cement overshoes
Dick Tracy, look out crooks you better break out
'Cause Tracy's chillin' on a stake out
He's in town and he's huntin' Big Boy Caprice
Tracy's on the C-A-S-E
It's no win if you think about doin' crime
Tracy have you doin' time (Word)
When you dealin' with hoods like Flattop
He roam solo, he doesn't need a backup cop
He just talks in the radio that's on his wrist
Pat Patton'll hook 'em up quick
He makes his move but suckas is in his way for pay
Dick Tracy don't play
Caprice would scratch, claw, double-cross and slaughter his way to the top of an ugly heap
And by the time he was there, his greedy eye would wander to the spoils of national control of the rackets
He was surrounded by around-the-clock assortment of goons, pimps, shills, confidants, tricksters, flim-flam men, and lead-jawed gunmen who responded to his every urge
Dick Tracy, a real man no phony
He better watch out for Breathless Mahoney
'Cause this girl's sexy and I'm talkin' 'bout super hot
And she workin' on Tracy's soft spot
Tess Trueheart is the one he's in love with
Gotta keep a cool head so he don't flip
But Tracy's too tough for that
He gotta get Pruneface, Numbers and the Rodent pack
Influence and the thugs at the Ritz understand
This Tracy don't quit 'til he gets his man
And I'm talkin' 'bout them
Dick Tracy's in the back again
By degrees, his empire grew
An empire that fashioned itself into an unseemly
Replica of a king's court, where a jester could be put to death
With the sole wink of a Neapolitan eyelid
And aware he could bring a whole neighborhood to its knees
With a particularly unpleasant visit from one of the squads of amici di amici, of friends of friends
The territory came into control of an iron hand who was not called the 'Carnival of Death' for nothing
And Big Boy Caprice had given this sobriquet a vicious ring many times over
It seemed that nothing would stop him
Dick Tracy not the one you want to cross, boss
Step to him and you'll be needing smelling salts
'Cause he's the C-O-P on the J-O-B
So don't M-E-S-S with T-R-A-C-why?
'Cause Tracy's gonna rock the place
Put away Shoulders, The Plank, Little Face
And any other crook that wanna break ill
You gotta problem, Dick Tracy's the bill
He found a kid that they call Shakesy J.R
A good kid, the boy's gonna go far
Sam Catchem is another on the right side
But if you're not, then fool, you better run and hide from Dick Tracy
Not politicians, not union bosses, not racketeers, not the treachery of its fellow serpents
Not the heady aroma of power-lust would be enough to undo this model of pure evil
Nothing but Dick Tracy, whose name had come up in regard to the office of Police Chief on the South Side
Tracy had handled the likes of Caprice before and seen the hideous [?] of other hoodlums end up behind bars
But here was a king whose calling card was widowhood and a proven river of scarlet that drained itself in the city sewers
Dick Tracy is comin' to your town soon
Wipin' out all the mugs and the goons
So if you're wrong you better move to some other place
Or stay the hell out his face
'Cause he don't joke
When it comes to crime, he go for broke
Even if the pistol smoke
He gets the job done, the man don't run
Talk about bad, Dick Tracy's the one
Untouchable, the unstoppable
(Tracy's on the take)
Tha's impossible
Supercop is no crook's friend
Dick Tracy's in the streets again
He would create a reign of terror and a flow of blood that would not be stopped by anything but Dick Tracy and the nation's boldest crime busters
'Ha, ha, ha,' the gangsters laughed at headlines that promised a head-on war from the Attorney General's office
Cackles were heard again in mafia back parlors at the mention of Attorney General's Fletcher's campaign for the mayoral office
A campaign that Caprice and his underbosses, Flattop, Pruneface, Influence and Mumbles, would conspire to bring to an abrupt halt and give the would-be officeholder an involuntary dirt nap
Focus of the tentacles of Caprice and his hideous family was gambling
The glamour of [?] that kept the masses hostage to a dream and eternal slavery to the hope that this week, this month their lucky number would come up, a hope that somehow never materialized
Roulette, Craps, Black Jack, Keno, the ponies and the puppies were all wrenched and pulled like the strings of a marionette with a shiny visage by Caprice and his allies
The city, with its hopeless masses, hooked like dope fiends on the game of the moment waltzed to the gangsters' tune and kept the parade of corrupt officials on the payroll to ensure that the waltz played on
One who dared contradict them was club owner Lips Manlis, proprietor of the Club Ritz
Big Boy Caprice wanted in; Manlis wouldn't yield
Lips was soon separated from the living in a lavish funeral and Caprice took over the Club Ritz
And with it came Manlis' former moll, the songbird that would become [?] Breathless Mahoney
Breathless would not be allowed to mourn long, for the party would go on every night as it always did
Would Tracy drop by to bring it to a halt?
When would gunfire rival the popping of champagne corks?
For wherever Caprice roamed blood would find him sooner or later (Sooner or later, sooner or later, sooner or later...)
Calling Dick Tracy
Calling Dick Tracy
Calling Dick Tracy
Calling Dick Tracy
The police are losing
The police are losing
The police are losing
The police are losing
Calling Dick Tracy
Calling Dick Tracy
Calling Dick Tracy
Calling Dick Tracy
All right, y'can all go home now
Show's over
Disorder lyrics - Ice-T (feat. Slayer)
(from "Judgment Night" Soundtrack)
WAR!!!
Our government is fucked
Sure to bring us down
The media incites civil unrest
Hatred can bring you down
[Chorus]
WAR!!!
I don't want your war
WAR!!!
WE DON'T NEED YOUR WAR
We don't need your war
WAR!!!
Military beasts starvin countries
Drama brings you to your knees
Spill your blood to save humanity
Dyin for the food we feed
[Chorus]
Our government is fucked
Sure to bring us down
The media incites civil unrest
Hatred can bring you down
Injustice drives you crazy
It drive L.A. insane
In this generation
hatred is the name
[Chorus]
WAR!!!
L.A. '92
Bastard magic should make you cry
The answer to the question is we ain't gonna die
L.A. '92
Police can make me under stress
While all L.A.'s a fuckin mess
Don't patronise my fuckin ass
Some heads will get crashed
L.A. '92
Bush has got his upper cut
He's goin to fuckin war
He won't revert to sticks and stones
Just bullet holes and broken bones
Chaos, chaos, chaos, chaos
Don't give a fuck!
Everybody knock ya down
No weight support so taken down
The juk-jock, ??? ??? ???
We ain't got shit, now had enough
Chaos, chaos, chaos, chaos
Don't give a fuck!
Disorder!!! [x8]
Mixed Up lyrics - Ice-T (feat. SLJ)
[Intro: Ice-T Talking]
Oh! Yeah, nineteen ninety three
Ice motherfucking T in the place, you know what I'm saying?
Cold lounging with my nigga SLJ from Wrecked Dialect
You know what I mean? (YEAH!!) melt microphone screams
Have to turn this motherfucker out, you know what I'm saying?
[SLJ] Yep, digging a profile
[Ice] Yeah, check the technique whore, ha ha, I'ma do this
[SLJ] Brave Guts!!
[Verse 1: Ice-T]
One, two, three, it's time to flip with the O.G. gangster
Banger, underground slanger of the murderous rhymes your moms hates
HUH! mother fuck the K.K.K. and Darrel Gates
Give me the microphone now, goddamn it, so I can blow it
Throw it, rip it, wreck it, pimp it, whore it (YEAH!!)
I'm about to take the fuck up, with this bullshit
Full clips spray from the hands of this convict
I'm not no nice nigga, I'm known not to smile at no bitch
How to think; whores be thinking about getting rich!
I love these whores like money
Back on the streets, on a track the Iceberg Cheque plenty (WORD!!)
I got a bullet with your name on it, you want it?
Knock your grill, I'll fill it with golden ponant
Oh! my God, these niggaz hard, call the Bomb Squad
Too late, I detonate, I beliderate three states, GONE!! (BOOM!!)
I play Russian Roulette all alone
You got me mixed up with a nigga that gives a fuck!
You got me mixed up with a nigga that gives a FUCK!!
[Verse 2: SLJ]
How many emcees do I have to rot? (ROT!!)
How many suckers do I have to drop? (DROP!!)
How many tampers do I have to plot? (PLOT!!)
Count them, how many rounds are in the glock? (GLOCK!!)
Niggaz wanna test me, stress me
Well, they can't handle this shit that kick, and that's it
Cause they can't catch the feat, that comes with the cleat
Or an A.K. that I shot last week
Cause niggaz on the Ave, don't really know the half
of my shit, so watch if, you might get stabbed
By the Rap plaque, who was trying to get paid
In this tray, and any nigga stepped gets sprayed
UHH!! by the verbal-lyrical, mystical, spirit-ual
Sucker play me wrong, now watch me get physical
I can't give a fuck about the punk ass cops
I got a glock with the infrared dot on it's knot (POP!!)
[Chorus:]
[SLJ] Don't get me mixed up with a nigga that gives a fuck!
[Ice] Don't get him mixed up with a nigga that gives a fuck!!
[Ice] Don't get me mixed up with a nigga that gives a fuck!!!
[SLJ] Ice, get on the mic and buck buck!
[Verse 3: Ice-T]
I fall in hate the way motherfuckers fall in love
I blew it in the sky as up above
But I'm in the gang no more, slang 'kane no more
Step to me wrong and your jaw meets a cobra (HUH!!)
I don't give a fuck about nobody
Listen, if you like me, I love you, you hate me
I'm dissing them; suckers, bitches, busters, whores
Can catch a bozack chased by a head crack
I love the duckings throughout these ghetto alleys by myself
Dressed in black so I'm stealth
Keep by glock beside me, Ski-Mask to hide me
And if I'm out to kill then now the assaults get by me (YEAH!!)
Niggaz wanna flip but I'm the wrong male
With the wrong hands, I thought you're in fact, the young shorts foreman
Let's go back to the old shit, old style
Ice motherfucking T on the mic buckwild (YEAH!!)
[Chorus:]
[SLJ] Don't get me mixed up with a nigga that gives a fuck!
[Ice] You got me mixed up with a nigga that gives a fuck!!
[Ice] You got me mixed up with a nigga that gives a fuck!!
[SLJ] SLJ, get on the mic and destruct!! (YEAH!!)
[Verse 4: SLJ]
Now watch me, grip up, zip up, split off suckers' heads
Who thought that I was soft (HUH!!) cause it's ninety three
It's time for me, to get a fat Cheque, ain't that right boss? (YEP!!)
Cause this game is strange, it's just may change back to chains
Caressing ankles back to brains
Cause it's backdoor, once again to the end
At this time, you might know whose your friends
So watch your back, and the sounds of the clack
Like other fool just succumbs to, who carries a gat (PING!!)
Who's scheming, fiending, remember he's a demon
Looking for the brothers who be straight disagreeing
Cause if he haven't heard, who tried to dis the Iceberg
Last year, this year, we still no fear
Because we drop Ammo, that niggaz couldn't handle
And after this blunt we still beget another scandal (YEAH!!)
[Verse 5: Ice-T]
Check the hood, check the hood for some real Gs
So many suckers, I need some niggaz to roll with me
To kick up some dust, drive-by and bust
I love God but it's in GLOCK! I fucking trust
I got a fucking Souleaf in my damn brain
And the shit is dripping out, I'm damn near insane
I don't wanted to, but I gotta, and I shot her, then I chopped her
Then I packed her, then I stuffed her, then I rocked her (YEAH!!)
The bitch is so fucking good anyway
Snitched on my boys to the motherfucking D-E-A
What's up? - You wanna try to focus your sights on the Mic
This nigga can flip scripts all night
Yeah, I wreck shit nice, the microphone smokes like Tri-ice
Bang nigga, bang nigga, I'm a known gang figure
Killed so many bodies, need to make my trunk bigger (HUH!)
Dig a shallow grave on the side of the freeway
Yo, I don't play and I'm ready to die today
[Outro: Ice-T]
Don't get me mixed up with a nigga that gives a fuck!
Don't get us mixed up with the niggaz that give a fuck!
Don't get us mixed up with some niggaz that give a fuck!
Don't get us mixed up with some niggaz that give a fuck!
YEAAAAAHHHH!! - Motherfucker!!
The Syndicate's in the motherfucking house!
Word them up!
Pimpin' Ain't Easy (Godfather Theme) lyrics - Ice-T
[Ice-T]
Godfather's in the house..
Grab yo' bitches
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy man [repeat 4X]
Take a look at me, everything I own's iced out
Pimp baby, you can see my wrists with the lights out
This is how I do it, mad bitches and clothes
Godfather baby, only play to my rogues
Step back, hater make a little room for my hoes
Gators on my feet, take a look at my toes
Money is the reason all the real players know that
Godfather lays punks to rest
He got no chance up against the best
I rocks in the East and I rolls in the West
If you don't dig the pimpin I could really care less
cause it's, pimp or die, pimp or die baby
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy man [repeat 3X]
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy..
G-O-D, F-A-T-H-E-R
Hoes start runnin when they see my car
Even though I'ma pro wrestling star
they know I, don't play and I gotta get paid
Everything I wear baby's tailor made
I come into your town and go off like a grenade
And anyone who steps on the mat they get laid
Let me pimp or let me die that's the game I chose
Condos, speedboats, and beautiful hoes
Cartier wristwear, furs and gold
And mad cash baby too much to fold
cause it's, pimp or die, pimp or die baby
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy man [repeat 3X]
GRAB YO BITCHES!
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy man [repeat 3X]
BIG PIMPIN JUMPIN OFF!
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy man [repeat 3X]
GODFATHER's IN THE HOUSE, BITCH!
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy man [repeat 3X]
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy..
Break yourself bitch!
..
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy man [repeat 3X]
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't - pimp or die baby
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy man [repeat 3X]
GRAB YO BITCHES!
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy man [repeat 3X]
BIG PIMPIN JUMPIN OFF!
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy man [repeat 5X]
GRAB YO BITCHES!
Reckless (12") lyrics - Ice-T (feat. The Glove, Dave Storrs)
[Intro]
Hey, boy!
[Verse 1]
Once upon a time a DJ's task
Was just to play records, what more could you ask?
But then came remixes, scratching and cuts
Which was too much for many, drove some DJ's nuts
But the DJ named Glove has reigned supreme
As the turntable wizard of the hip-hop scene
So listen to him, check him out, but remember this
When The Glove's on the wheels of steel he's Reckless
[Verse 2]
This high-powered music is truly unique
As The Glove cuts the rhythm to the hip-hop beat
He moves like a madman as he spins his disc
He's the number one scratcher on the DJ list, he's Reckless
[Verse 3]
Now I've seen DJ's, too many to name
Some gained recognition and even fame
But when you talk of MC's, Ice-T is the best
And when you talk of DJ's, forget the rest, Glove's Reckless
[Verse 4]
So listen very closely as The Glove throws down
He cuts like a razor to the big beat sound
Dave's layin' down a groove that we know you'll like
With The Glove on the turntables and Ice-T on the mic, we're Reckless
[Verse 5]
So listen to the music, let your mind feel free
Realize you're with the master G-L-O-V-E
Dave and MC Ice-T, you know you're with the best
Because when we're in the mix you know the groove is fresh
and Reckless, Reckless, Reck-Reck-Re-Reckless
Repossession lyrics - Ice-T (feat. Mark Live, Smoothe Da Hustler, Trigger Tha Gambler)
[Intro: Ice-T]
This is SMG
Yo niggaz, what the fuck is up?
It's real, it's going down
East Coast/West Coast is in your motherfucking face
Tired of you fagot ass niggaz running around reacting like you know what time it is
This is S.M.G bitch
Sex, Money and Guns baby, for real, yeah
Smoothe Da Hustler, Trigger Tha Gambler, Iceberg, Mark Live, Deuce Fever
Brooklyn's in the house nigga, Bronx's in the house nigga
Queen's in the house nigga, Westside's in the motherfucking house!
YEAH, all you pussy ass motherfuckers;
What happened to Gangster Rap? - Y'all forgot about it?
Yeah, niggas is up in here, taking your bitches
Grab your motherfucking gun now, nigga
This is going down motherfucker, WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!
[Smoothe Da Hustler]
Yo, they say Hustler bust for the fuck of it
Fuck it, I will cuff it
Rough it up something disgusting, it's nothing
I brutalize, black the blue eyes, smack the crew of guys
Accidental suicide, you decide
If you the crew lasts then utilize
Nigga utilize to live away from that crew of eyes
Black do the wise, if they act too surprise, and they sat through the lights
For the cheese they slab you a five, and wrap you alive
[Trigger Tha Gambler]
Plus, we leave up, fifties on faces when we rip mics
Take the bottom of the gun dog, just so we can grip tight
We're on our own, seven forties nigga, we don't miss flights
When we flow like water, we're so cold, we can piss ice
Weave the shit, pounds of bricks, up in that Benz rise
Snatch your money bags for the heights, doing hits on bikes
With bitches that's harder than dicks on dikes
I'm living in hell ever since I pull the fifth of Crikes
[Ice-T]
You niggaz make me notice; you're lying every time you're talking
Dreaming about your days of thieving, talking about the shit you did
Bragging on bids, you was a bitch kid, homo thug
Never moved drugs, never cocked back, never touched crack
In anyway; make me piss bitch, we don't feel shit
Time to end this, I started as the Pimp of Pretense
Cashed out; with most of my niggaz caught a Life Sentence
I kicked game; and Gangster Rapping was invented
[Mark Live]
This shit is so big (SHIT IS SO BIG!!) [Expolsion]
Look, massive attack (YEAH!!)
I moved the city with sex in it, Tex in it (SKIRTS!!)
No batteries included (BREAK YOUR FACE!!)
See, no batteries included, don't make us go and prove it (FAGOT!!)
Exclusive (UHH!!) S.M.G shit, you heard it first (YEAH!!)
Now listen, look, learn a verse (WATTS SHUT UP!!)
My whole clan is; Pakistan types
Killers, with head raps plus murder raps
[Chorus: Smoothe Da Hustler & Trigger Tha Gambler]
It's repossessional
Everybody freeze, hit the floor, nothing personal
But we gotta survive; it's repossessional
Everybody freeze, hit the floor, nothing personal
But we gotta survive; don't tuck this shit for talking
You'll catch big lift quick, maggots eat shit
We're the wrong clique to beef with
Die choking where you rift at, gun smoking when I hit back
Blood clots where you drip at, take a block where you sit at
[Mark Live]
Yo, they're some bond niggaz, look, killers identity sick
Believe this or unbelieve you're warned (you've been warned nigga)
As top news at nine, COME ON!! (Channel Five!!)
This terror alert don't take us likely
It's night time kids, no time to react (UHH!!)
So stay the fuck back (BAAW!) fall the fuck back (BAAW!)
Insomniacs, we stay walking
We stay creeping, Keith-men, stay stalking
[Smoothe Da Hustler]
Nigga imagine coming out for Dolo
Pressing up your records with your re-up money
Instead of busting out my polo; or new kicks in a new chain
This is a new game where a few things that do change
I'm up in this page, especially when it's finished the lade
We got juice, we get it played the minute it's made
I'll let the gun talk to end your charades
Pop a hole in whatever you gassed up, to end your parade nigga
[Trigger Tha Gambler]
I'm floating like planes over clouds, destination a million miles
Flying over concerts, got a million in the crowd
Got women screaming loud for the Macks and Dons
Keep a sack of tram, model bitches on my lap and arm
Flipping keys, gun is squeezed, ninety eight or ninety five
Window down, feel the breeze, Bitch from Queens and Philippines
Heavy armed, hundred shot, magazine
Quick to clap a fiend for the lack of green
Take your block, mack the scene
[Ice-T]
I can stand in these Gators
Work so hard, they need it haters
See me live in the club menu, swimming with bitches, my shit is wicked
Brass gets evicted, Into-tech I'm quick to lick it (BLAW!!)
Never listen to biscuits, of vibe bitches
Dime pieces, platinum thesis, have you niggaz premature ejaculating
Keep waiting and hating, we're just demonstrating what it looks (LIKE!!)
Sounds (LIKE!!) ~ smells (LIKE!!) ~ feels (LIKE!!)
Nigga what real is like
[Chorus: Smoothe Da Hustler & Trigger Tha Gambler]
Ricochet lyrics - Ice-T
[intro]
Yeah,Syndicate's in the house
Yeah,Geto Boys in the house
Yeah,Donald D's in the house
Yeah,Body count's in the house
Yeah,Zulu Nation's in the house
Yeah,Ice T's in the house,yeah
[verse one]
You go on and on and you don't stop
Got sticky sneakers from the blood of a shot cop
Belt and a club,I'm leaving tracks on the white rug
Punk tried to rif and he met double-live slugs
I ain't the nigger to step to
I'm catching bodies and the next one could be you
Quick on the trigger,yo,I'm a gravedigger
Drop off a a body and deep six'em in the river
A nice talking psychopath
All cops hunt the black male in a skimask
But I'm too damn clever
Will they ever catch me,never
Because I operate in and out of state
Move at a quick rate
And never hesitate to take a chump sucker down
And my H-K it holds 80 rounds
So when you move be careful and don't play
And watch for the ricochet
Suicide,it's a suicide,yeah [x8]
[verse two]
So shut up motherfuckers as I laid the ink
When I'm in Detroit,niggers fight in mink
When I'm in Chicago,motherfuckers get buck wild
When I'm up in Oakland
Niggers rolling in huge piles
In Atlanta,niggers crash you doors
When I'm in Philly,it's a sold out tour
In L.A.,I max out real hard
When I'm in New York,I bill with the Gods
So don't try to deny me my proper juice
E.cuts the records and the yellow nigger gets loose
No static,just much respect
Truck my Rolex when I cruise the projects
A fly brother that is hard to figure
I punch hos and I smack up niggers
Because I'm a pimp and a player
Sometimes I bum hip-hop,the other times slayer
You don't like it
Well stay out of my fucking way
Duck for the gunshot and watch to the ricochet
Suicide,it's a suicide,yeah [x3]
C'mon yeah [x7]
[verse three]
Yo D.,what's up?,suckers is popping lip
Grab the H-K and the dum-dum clip and spread out
I'm putting punk's heads out
Doors is shut,there's no chance to get out
I got the motherfucking side with bi clocks
Raise the auto-loader and let off the buckshot
[Sounds of gunfire]
That's how I like to do work
[Gunfire again]
Got guts on my T-shirt
Motherfuckers tried to play the ice
Because I rhyme smooth
And on T.V. act nice
Saw,that's what you shouldn't have said
Now I'm so mad I'm busting veins in my forehead
You want to get off,come on let's rock
But have your safety off,and your shit cocked
Because when I come to get that ass
I'll leave your whole block filled with hot brass
So punk,don't make me pop my trunk
Show you my amps and my Mossberg pump
Because when I pull it most niggers run
Fool niggers stay and get hit by the ricochet
Suicide,it's a suicide,yeah [x8]
[verse four]
Niggers want to know about me and the......
We squashed that shit with me and him about a year ago
But there's a new rule starting tonight
Dis'me on a record,see me bite
Because in a daze,you saw a battle of mics
[sounds of gunfire]
I'm using gages and flashlights
Ease back and don't give me no feedback
Yo,"Ice cool out",yo,fuck that
I'm hot,I'm putting niggers in cots
Some get knocked out,some just get shot
Where did I get all the juice I used
Gotta posse full of brothers with nothing to lose
Some just got out,some will never
Some beat the cases 'cause their lawyer was clever
I love'em all and they know that's true
So they won't blink while they doing a punk like you
Freeze motherfucker
Get on your knees,hands behind you back
Bow your heads,if you will please
I'll swing my axe,watch the bodies fall
Watch your head roll off like volleyball
So all you motherfuckers down with the fly guy
Look me in the face,like you're strong when you walk by
And all you punk niggers talking shit
Step to the side,bow your head like a bitch
I don't play,you'll get hit by the ricochet
You'll get hit by the ricochet
You'll get hit by the ricochet
Yeah
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