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?"

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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

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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!

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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!

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