O.G. Original Gangster (1991)

• Home Of The Bodybag
• First Impression
• Ziplock
• Mic Contract
• Mind Over Matter
• New Jack Hustler
• Ed
• Bitches 2
• Straight Up Nigga
• O.G. Original Gangster
• The House
• Evil E-What About Sex?
• Fly By
• Midnight
• Fried Chicken
• M.V.P.S.
• Lifestyles Of The Rich And Infamous
• Body Count
• Prepared To Die
• Escape From The Killing Fields
• Pulse Of The Rhyme
• Street Killer
• The Tower
• Ya Shoulda Killed Me Last Year 

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]

Straight Up Nigga lyrics - Ice-T

Damn right I'm a nigga

and I don'T care what you are

Cause I'm a Capitaal N-I double-G-E-R

Black people might get mad

Cause they don'T see

That they're looked upon

As a nigga just like me

I'm a nigga, not a Colored man

Or a Black, or a Negro

Or an Afrom American, I'm all that

Yes I was born in America true

Does South Central

Look like America to you?

I'm a nigga, a straight up nigga

From a hard school

Whatever you are

I dot care, that is you fool

I'm loud and proud

Well endowedd with the big beef

Out on the corner

I hang out like a house thief

So you can call me dumb or crazy

Ignornt, stupid, inferior or lazy

Silly or foolish

But I'm badder and bigger

And most of all

I'm a straight up nigga

I'm a nigga in America

and that much I flaunt

Cause when I see what I like

Yo I take what I want

I'm not the only one

That's why I'm not bitter

Cause everybody is a nigga to a nigga!

America was tole from he Indians

show and prove, what was tht?

A straight up nigga move

A low down shame

Yo it's straight insane

Yet they compalin

When a nigga snatch

Their gold chains

What is nigga suppose to do?

Wait around for a handout

From a nigga like you?

That why a low down nigga gets hyped

But I'm not a nigga of that type

I'm a steak and lobster eatin'

Billionaire meet

Cash money makin', movin' shakin'

Corporate jet glidin'

Limousine ridin'

Writin' hits, filthy rich

Straight up nigga!

Now I'm a write this song

Though the radio won't play this

But I got freedom of speech

So I'm a say it

The House lyrics - Ice-T

You know the houe down the street

Where the kids are

and every day

They seem to have a new scar

Something strange is going on

And everybody knows

Doors always shut

Windows always closed

The little girl had a burn

The boy was black and blue

They said it came from play

You know that shit ain't true

The boy's arm's broke

Girl's scared to speak

Their parents drink all day

Couple of dead beats

Some days they go to school

And other days they might

It's hard to stay awake

After you cry all night

You see 'em every daay

Tear tracks on their cheeks

But they will never tell

It goes on weeks and weeks

(But what can they do?

They're only children man!)

You ain't no fuckin' kid

Act like you give a damn!

Won't someone save these kids

Do something, call a cop

The other night I heard gun shots!

Evil E-What About Sex? lyrics - Ice-T

[Evil E]

Yo Ice man, we halfway done with the album man

You be throwin all this strong, dope, stupid fly pimp shit

But what's up with the sex rhymes man?

You ain't throw no sex rhymes yet man, whassup wit that?

[Ice-T]

Yo man, I didn't even wanna really do nuttin this year man

[Evil E]

Yo why you ain't wanna do nuttin man?

Titties man~! Sex sex sex man, all that

We need some sex

[Ice-T]

[laughing] Man I wasn't really about that homes

Y'know I..

[Evil E]

C'mon man! Just throw one sex joint man

For me and my boys man, me and my man

The niggaz man, WHASSUP!

[Ice-T]

Aight aight aight check this out E, check this out

The other night I was out at the club aight?

(Uh-huh, what happened what happened?)

I met this FLY-ASS freak, crazy fly

(Word, she was dope?) Dope, had BIG ol' titties aight

(Ohh shit, BIG titties!)

Crazy titties and a BIG ol' ass right?

(Ohhh shit.. what happened?)

I FUCKED HER

Fly By lyrics - Ice-T

Everybody step back from the mic

As I set it off

All playin' the wall

It's time to sweat it off

Anybody with staatic oh please try

I'll do ya like Godfather 3

And do a fly by

Time to rip and hit and strangle

I eat Guardian Angels

And toy emcees

With their names on the front page

I bury in shallow graves

I don't rap to girls on my L.P.

I don't beg for pussy

I love the ladies

aand they love me right back

Now who's the mac?

Mission accomplished

I came to stomp this microphone

And leave suckers unconscious

and if you uthink

Yo got an S on your chest

You better wear two vests

Watch your back, your front

I always hit, don't bunt

Crazy posse

When I'm on a duck hunt

Emcee Ice-T answers to no one

Load my rhymes

And cock 'em like a shotgun

Let off like frags from a pipe bomb

A low stroll

and my mic in my right palm

The cops hate me

And that's right they oughta

Before my crew

Gets to their daughters

Nat the Cat Grandmaster Caz

Midnight lyrics - Ice-T

Midnight chillin' at A.M P.M.

Coolin' drinkin' apple juice

In Evil's BM

The sound's up loud

To attract attention

rmoraled tires

On a lowered suspension

Nardi to steer with

Alpine deck was glowin'

Bumpinn' Big Daddy

And the nigga was definitely flowin'

I was ridin' shotgun

Donald and Hen in back

Look thru the tint recognized a jack

Two brothers strolled up

Talkin' bout get out

Donald D blazed

Shot one fool thru his fuckin' mouth

Why would they step

When they know we're strapped?

I never cruise L.A.

Without a Gat in my lap

The other fool shot

Caut the E in the shoulder blade

I busted thru the ca door

That's where the nigga laid

Hen jumped out

Dropped two nines in his forehead

Evil was bleedin' bad

The car seats were turnin' red

Looked to my left

There were two more carloads

Niggas in hats and hoods

In an attack mode

And they hadn't yet begun to fight

E hit the gas

It was one past midnight!

We boned down Vernon

Right on Normandie

Left on Florence

Gettin' thru the E.T.G.'s

Spun out on Vermont

Made a left on Colden

Right on Hoover

E where we goin'?

He didn'T even answer that

Checked the reaar view

They were still out back

Where were these brothers from?

What made these brothers come

Bang! our back window

Was removed by a shotgun

Now Hen G was shot

Don caught a ricochet

These motherfuckers was ill

They didn't come to play

Bust a right turn, parked

and then we got left

Hid in the the bushes

Shot the gas tank to fake death

But would this really

Keep them psyched?

Three of us bleedin'

It was ten past midnight!

I really didn't like

How this shit was goin' down

Wrong night, wrong time

Wrong fuckin' part of town

Ya see we was deep

In the Hoover's hood

Three niggas bleedin'

That shit don't look good!

See over there red don't go

Some places red's all they know

But not our luck

Tonight we was real fucked

Borke down an alley

And we instantly had to duck

Fuckin' police on a gang sweep

No time to deal with one time

So we had to creep

Broke thru a back yard

Ran thru a vacant lot

E, Hen and Don kept up

To be some niggas shot

Shit was gettin' craazy

So I had to get busy

Hen was bleedin' worse

And Evil was gettin' dizzy

Looked in a parking lot

I needed a snatch bar

Had to hot wire

So I moved on an old car

It was a bucket, but fuck it, it had to do

Started it up

And scooped my whole crew

Two blocks later

We saw fuckin' blue lights

The pigs were behind us

It was half past midnight!

When they pulled us over

Shit got worse

I waited till they got out

And then I hit reverse

Fucked 'em up, I seen one cop fall

Threw it in gear, yo I'm outty yall

Don't know how

But somehow we got away

Lost the jackers, the cops

Dumped the G.T.A.

Made it back to the hood

Fixed the crew up

And even though Evil's car blew up

We made it home and then I crashed out

Thinkin' bout my all-night death bout

Then somethin' woke me up

From my dark sleep

The sound of fuckin' police

When they're tryin' to creep

Broke thru my door

With no goddamn warning

Looked at my watch

It was six in the mornin'!

Fried Chicken lyrics - Ice-T

Off to the studio late night

Time to cut another track

It's gotta be hype

Got my rhyme book in hand

A blue loose leaf

Anybody move on that

They get loose teeth

Evil's got the funky beat

A stupid dope loop

But the record's kind of old!

(What we gonna do troop?)

We gotta clean it up

Cause it's so dope

Tried the rubbing alcohol

Even the Ivory soap

But no matter what we do

The record keeps clickin'

FUCK IT!

Evil E, give me some of that

Damn fried chicken!

M.V.P.S. lyrics - Ice-T

[Intro: Ice-T]

Yo, yo, what's up this is MC Ice-T

I'm here to kick off the MVPs for the 90's

You know, I'm talkin about my most valuable player buddies

You know, so I'ma drop them on you like this

Check it out

[Ice-T]

to the brothers who put me on in Hip-Hop

I'm talkin' bout grandmaster Kazz, grandmaster Melle Mel

Afrika Islam, Africa Bambaataa, Roger from Encore Jams out here in L.A.

The Unknown DJ and the man called AJ used to run the radio

Peace out, without you I wouldn't be gettin' it on you know what I'm sayin?

And y'all all are players (players, players)

to some of the rappers that gave me respect when others were dissin' me

I'm talkin' bout the man Jalil, the one Ecstasy

And the man Grandmaster Dee, I'm talkin 'bout Whodini

And also the Force M.D.

You treated a brother real cool back in the day

And I ain't forgot that you know what I'm sayin

all those other rappers were treatin me like suckers, FUCK EM

Cause y'all are players

To Run-D.M.C. who kept rap alive when rap was about to take a dive

You know what I'm sayin? You are the "Kings of Rock"

Peace out, y'all are players

players, players

[Ice-T]

straight up, to my true player buddies I'm talkin' about

Big Daddy Kane, you'se a player to your motherfuckin' heart

yeah you know you my nigga, peace

to Biz Markie, yeaaaa boy you know the Biz

remember back on the bus, when we had the bus and was sharin' it Biz?

yeah, I ain't forgot it you my nigga. word

Eric B. & Rakim and the man Ant

Yeah true niggaz with attitudes..to King Sun peace god

to Chuck, Flavor and Griff y'all are still one group as far as I'm concerned

and y'all are true players

to KRS-One and D-Nice and Scott LaRock

I talk to you everynight Scott, you know what time it is

and the BDP posse, they're all players

players, players, players

[Ice-T]

that's right, to Luke Skyywalker and my man Marquis and Mr. Mixx

keep it bumpin' down there in Miami cause y'all are players

To the EPMD true players, to my man ' Moe Dee

Easy Lee and the whole crew y'all are players

to my man Daddy O and the Set Posse, players

to MC Lyte and Queen Latifah, two ladies

that got all the Ice's respect and that's right

that's right girls, y'all are players (players, players)

To my west coast niggaz, I'm talkin' about Too $hort

nigga you in the house, Short Dawg, peace out my man

that's right homeboy, cause you'se a motherfuckin' player

to the Amerikkkas Most Wanted, I'm talkin' about Ice Cube

we always been cool and we will always be cool

cause you my main man, and you'se a player

to Eazy-E, N.W.A. and The D.O.C.

there's a lot of static goin' on between you and Da Lench Mob

but I can't forget the days we all used to tour together

you know what I'm sayin' so you got my respect

and you're motherfuckin' players

players, players

[Ice-T]

to my man King Tee, seem like he can't think without a drink

but he's a player, he's a player got to admit it

Tila you're a goddamn player

To Tone Loc, Boo Ya and the man Kid Frost

Y'all be out tearin' up clubs literally and you're true players

Yo the one and only trigger happy Geto Boys

It took along time and I was there I seen you brothers comin up

But now you in motherfuckin effect

and you're God damn players (players, players, players)

Ha ha, to the Syndicate too many to name y'all right here in the studio

So why I'ma name ya?

I'm lookin' right at ya, and y'all know I ain't even got to tell y'all

Y'all are players; peace out to my manager George

I tought you how to be a player, and you're doin' well

To the Crime Crew good to see y'all out of jail

And y'all are all players

Remember back in the day we used to rob jewelry stores together

To the producers Afrika Islam, the one and only DJ Aladdin (Aladdin, Aladdin)

SLJ Rock Bottom, and the man called Bilal

Peace out, y'all made this record hit and y'all players

Special shout out is goin' out to the one and only MC Hammer

A lot of people diss you man, they just jealous

Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em...

Lifestyles Of The Rich And Infamous lyrics - Ice-T

It's eight a.m. I roll out my silk sheets

Get fly crash the limo back seats

Lookin' in the faces

Of some ladies that I never met

On the interview tip, no sweat

They ask me questions

I throw the words back

They say they write facts

I know that's bull crap

They're kickin' drama

But then drama's my middle name

That's the price ya pay for big fame

The cellular phone rings

Dot wanta pick it up

But it's my J-O-B I gotta kick it up

Another damn reporter

On the line with a word quiz

I gotta show cause I'm livin' with the show

Biz. Out the llimo, to the plane

In the pourin' rain

I hate flyin'

But there's no time for slow trains

another show to do

I gotta caatch my crew

They left last night

In the bus around two

The plane's a small one

No fun at all

Bouncin' round the air

Like a tennis ball

When it touches down

I wanna kiss the ground

But it's time to wreck a new town

Get to the arena, meet up with the crew

They tell me all the speakers blew

The cordless don't work

Sound man's a jerk

Somebody's gonna get hurt

I'm crazy mad

But my fans want autographs

I turn my angry frowns

Into fake laughs

I can't be rude

Cause they wouldn't understand

I in't human no more, I'm a superman

[CHORUS]

You can try

But you'll never understand this

You can try

But you'll never understand this

You can try

But you'll never understand this

The lifestyles of the rich a and infamous

Four hours till show time oh well

I might as well check in the hotel

Get a little rest

Before it's time to play

Ten brothers standin' in the hallway

All with demo tapes

They need the hook up

They heard that I was

The one to look up

I can't ditch 'em

Cause they already saw me

I'll put my head down

Maybe they'll ignore me

No chance "Ice what's goin' on?"

I listened to twenty-five songs

And after thaat

The brothers still wouldn't leave

They started lookin' at my T.V.

I was gonna break down

If they didn't jet soon

Snuck across the hall

And crashed in E's room

But then this freak came in

Thought I was E

Straddled her legs across me

Ripped off her blouse

Pushed her breast against my face

Started girating her waist. Sounds fly,

Like a hype sex thriller?

But see she looked like Godzilla

Pushed her off me

Home girl hit the floor

This is what it's like on tour

I hit the hallway it was crawlin' thick

"Could we take this picture real quick?"

Jumped into a pose

That I used a million times before

Took pictures

With the whole damn floor

I couldn't say no not to my fans

You see they wouldn't understand

[CHORUS]

Now it's show time, time to flow time

Evil lost the records

But we still gotta go time

The house is packed

Everybody's on their feet

So I say, "Throw on Rakim's beat."

E hits the fader and the crowd is lit

I start bustin' off some new shit

The stage is so smokey

That I almost fall off, I start inhalin' it

I'm tryin' not to cough

I'm catchin' problems from every angle

The mic cords are tangled

I try to flow smooth

But my words are mangled

Damn near slipped and broke my ankle

If that ain't enough

The police are hawkin'

Listenin' real close

To the words I'm talkin'

They wanna put a brother like me

In the back seat

Just because I curse the beat

They wanna tap my phone

Wanna keep my crib bugged

Call all my homes

Felonist street thugs

You might say

I think this lifestyle sucks?

I wouldn't tade it for a million bucks

Although it's all

Not glamour and gleam

It's still my dream

[CHORUS]

Body Count lyrics - Ice-T

God damn, what a brother gotta do

To get a message through

To the red, white and blue

What? I gotta die? Before you realize

I was a brother with open eyes

The world's insane

While you drink champagne

And I'm livin' in black rain

You try to ban the A.K.

I got ten of 'em stashed

With a case of hand grenades

(Tell us what to do?) Fuck you!

(Tell us what to do?) Fuck you!

(Tell us what to do?) Fuck you!

(Tell us what to do?) Fuck you!

You'd know what to do

If a bullet hit your kid

On the way to school

Or a cop shot your kid in the back yard

Shit would hit the fan and hit hard!

[CHORUS]

I hear it every night, another gun fight

The tension mounts

On with the body count!

God damn what a brother gotta do

To get a message through

To the red, white and you?

What? I gotta die? Before you realize

I was a nigga with open eyes

The world's insane

While you drink champagne

And I'm livin' in black rain

Don't you hear the guns?

You stupid, dumb, dick suckin'

Bum politicians

(Tell us what to do?) Fuck you!

(Tell us what to do?) Fuck you!

The tension mounts!

Prepared To Die lyrics - Ice-T

Watch me flip and rip

On the freedom tip

Open your mind

See the point of the ice pick

I stand tall

While my brothers

Still choose to crawl

Black power, it7s in effect yall

But you don't understand

You're still a slave to the man

Prepare for revolution

Some sucker say we're free

I gotta disagree

Half my posse's in the penitentiary

So I'm a drop and kick the science

With defiance

Because I have no alliance

With suckas who choose

Not to act Black

When they are Black

Get out my face with that

You better ease back

Cause Mandela did 27 hard ones

Not in a windowed room

But in a barred one

While his wife had tears in her eyes

The man is a hero

He needs a Nobel Prize

But that will never happen

So I'm gonna keep rappin'

Freein' my brothers' minds

From their entrapment

To silence the Ice, they'll probably

Put a bullet in me

But I'm prepared to die

And Mandela's free!

Escape From The Killing Fields lyrics - Ice-T

Here we go

I'm movin' off death row

Ya gotta keep up hops

Ya can't be slow

Cuse their towers are high

They got the hype gaats

Check the perimeters good

Read the maps

It's night

They might not see us

Cuse if they catch us out there

They'll bleed us

Shoot us, kill us

Dump us in a dark ditch

Clean it up, call it a gang hit

I gotta make my move

Cause I'm a renegade

I recognize

when mind techniques

Are being played

It's a plot they use

To keep down another

Here comes another

Brainwashed brother

Shut up do you know

How dumb you sound?

That mentality

What keeps my people down

No one wants to

Live in an urban war

You live there cause

Your parents were poor

They live there because

Theirs were also

Get yourself together

Hit the gates bro!

[CHORUS]

Ya gotta get out!

Ya gotta get out! Why?

Ya gotta get out!

Ya gotta get out! Why?

Ya gotta get out!

Ya gotta get out! Why?

Cause the fields

Are where you die!

Escape from

The killing fields

You try to keep us

Running and running faster

But I ain't runnin' from ya

I'm runnin' at ya

and my posse's thick

About a mil strong

Too late to make up now

Cause it's on

I'm the one that's got ya

In constant fear

I'm the nigga

You shoulda killed last yeaar

But you played yourself

You let me gain wealth

Now I can change the wy

The cards are dealt

I've schooled my homeboys

Made 'em all understand

The tricks nd twists

Inflicted on the Black man

How ya make me think

to be down

I gotta stay around

Down in the motherfuckin'

Battleground

There'll never be any good

Schools in the hood

There'll never be any cops

That are any good

The hospital is a great place

To go to die

Real estate's cheap

Let me tell ya why?

The man's got a

Sure fire system

A economic prison!

[CHORUS]

Escape from

The killing fields!

Pulse Of The Rhyme lyrics - Ice-T

Just checkin' my microphone once

As I check your audio

Increase the bass response

Hope n the speakers blow

I got no time to sit and flip

And pop bullshit

Turn up your stereo hops

Insert the rhyme clip

Roll your windows up

Make sure it's air tight

E.Q. the track exact

So shit sounds right

I rhyme of death

And darkness and danger

Your crib or car

Becomes a torture chamber

I write my rhymes with violence

What you expect?

Sounds of pain

The snap of a broken neck

All alone in darkness I sit each night

Write my rhymes

With blood upon a butcher knife

You say the Ice is ill, and ill I am

They try to ban my shit

And I don't give a damn

Roll up, your eye will get swoll up

Suckers who flexed

Yo, their deaths got tolled up

Cause I'm not the nigga to toy with

Boy with the big mouth

Ya got time to riff?

There's time to take you out

Put a couple caps in your ass

Cut your head off

Send it to your mom with flowers

Cause I'm so soft

Lay on your wack crew

Smoke the whole bunch

Bury 'em in my bck yard

And then I'll eat lunch

Cause I don't give a fuck about you

Or him or her

Whenever I'm in the house

A death just might occur

Is this real or fiction

You'll never know

[CHORUS]

While you're locked to the

Pulse of the rhyme flow!

Once I lock you up, you can't get loose

You put your head inside

And I placed the noose

The mic drips juice slow

From its steel mesh

My words feel like hooks

Underneath your flesh

Makin' you twist and turn

Scorch and burn, when will you learn?

The '90s are my turn

To pitch a vocal fit, like the ultimate

Gangster rhyme, yo, I invented the shit!

Watch me dod it, as I do it

And I do it right

Grab the gauge

Duct tape on the flashlight

Doin' the black ski mask

And come to your house

Cut off your power

And do you with the lights out!

Is this real or fiction?

You'll never know

[CHORUS]

A pool of blood

and floating body parts

Would make me grin

A close view of a razor

When it's breaking skin

If you were burnin'

I'd use gasoline to put you out

Cause I walk alone

And choose the dark route

Nightmares gotta be loved by some

And I'm the one

Ya wanna come, bring your shotgun

You ever see your partner die?

No? Well I have!

You ever see your father die?

No? Well I have!

You ever see your mother die?

No? Well I have!

So shut the fuck up, punk

And clear the rhyme path!

What would make meel calm and nice

Is a slow slice

Through your jugular and windpipe

Throw me in jail

I won't even try to make bail

Put me in the gas chamber

And watch me inhale!

Is this true or false?

Well you'll never know

[CHORUS]

Jason, Tales from the Crypt

And the Dark Side

Another fly murder, another suicide

Did these flicks

Have an influence on my brain?

I really doubt that shit

I think that I was born insane

When I was young

I had a lust for knives and guns

Use a magnifying glass

To fry an ant with the sun

And on and on

My lust for death got bigger

At fifteen

I was placed behind a trigger

Although I'm dirty

Not the one to be swept up

step up, I'd love to open your chest up

I've got no concept of life or death

All I want is your last breath

Give me a motherfuckin' break

I should behave

Give me a motherfuckin' shovel

I'll dig graves!

I break ill in extra large portions

where's your parents

I'll make you an orphan

So when you're talkin' crazy

You better think of me

The I, to the C, to the E, to the fuckin' T!

There'll be no tears

No screams or cries, just a laser beam

Between your fuckin' eyes

You feel strange well now you know

[CHORUS]

Street Killer lyrics - Ice-T (feat. Special K)

OK check this out, I got crazy posse

I got the stupidest motherfuckin' posse in the whole goddamn city

You fuck with me I'll snatch out your car

Right in front of your goddamned bitch

And beat you down right there

I got more guns than anybody

I got crazy guns, you know, I got homeboys on motorcycles

And when we come we wearin' our blue

You know what I'm sayin'?

And I'll beat your fuckin' ass

Don't nobody call me on my name

Cause they'll get smacked the fuck up, you know

Can't put me in jail

You can't even fuck with me

Cause I'm the craziest motherfucker on the street

Don't anybody want none of this

You know what I'm sayin'?

Cause if you fuck with me or any of my friends

You'll get killed, point blank

"Excuse me sir, Officer Johnson, Internal Affairs

We'd like to have a few words with you"

The Tower lyrics - Ice-T

I'm rollin' up in a big gray bus

And I'm shackled down

Myself that's who I trust

The minute I arrived

Some sucker got hit

Shanked ten times

Behind some bullshit

Word in the pen the fool was a snitch

So without hesitatin'

I made a weapon quick

If found a sharp piece of metal

Taped it to a stick

Then a bullhorn sounds

That means it's time for chow

My first prison meal

The whole feeling was foul

It wasn't quite my style

But my stomach growled

So I flushed the shit down

And hit the weight pile

The brothers was swole

The attitudes was cold

Felt the tension on the yard

From the young and the old

But I'm a warrior

I got my ground to hold

So I studied the inmates

To see who hd the power

the Whites? The Blacks?

Or just the gun tower!

In a blink of an eye, a riot broke out

Blacks put their backs to the wall

Cause it was north and south

A gun man shouts

And everybody had doubt

Until the bullets started fly'n

Took two men out

Thn they rushed everybody

Back to their cells

Damn the pen is different than

The county jail

I'm in a one man cell

I know my life's on a scale

I wonder if that gunman is goin' to hell

This is my second day

I got a ten year stay

I learned my first lesson

In the pen you don't plaay

I saw a brother kill another

Cause he said he was gay

But that's the way it is

It been that way for years

and when his body hit the ground

I heard a couple of cheers

It kind of hurt me inside

That they were glad he died

and I ask myself

Just who had the power?

The Whites? The Blacks?

Or just the gun tower!

You see the Whites got a thing

The call White pride

The Blacks got the muscle

Mexicans got the knives

You better be wise

You wanna stay alive

Go toe to toe with a sucka

No matter wht size

A fool tried to sweat me

Act'n like he was hard

I stuck him twice in the neck

And left him dead in the yard

It was smooth how I did it

Cause nobody could see

With my jacket on my arm

And my knife on the side of me

Bam bam, it was over

Another one bites the dust

I went crazy in the pen

With nobody to trust

Bench'n ten quarters, so I'm hard to sweat

Used a tat gun, and engrved my set

They call me a lifer

Cause I'm good as dead

I live in the hole, so the floor's my bed

And I ask myself again

Who has the power

The Whites? The Blacks?

Or just the gun tower

Ya Shoulda Killed Me Last Year lyrics - Ice-T

Before I go I'd like to say a few things

This album was completed on January 15th. 1991

By now the war has probably started

And a whole bunch of people have probably died out there

In the desert over some bullshit

There's a war going on right now in my neighborhood

But I can't really determine which one is worse!

I think the one, that we are all fighting is fucked up

And that's the war inside our brains, you know

But uhh.. I feel bad about all the brothers and sisters

Whose getting pulled right out of their neighborhoods

An all the cities, and uhh.. small towns in America

That go over there and fight for that BULLSHIT!

That most of them don't really have anything to do with

So I gotta send PEACE Out! to them

Also PEACE Out! to all my homies in jail

Brothers that are dead, and locked up right here on earth

Talking about the brothers in Solidad, San Quentin

All the way up to Pelicans Bay, Tracy, Chino

And all my homeboys out there in the East Coast lockdown facilities

I'm talking about Clinton, Rykers, Jolead,

You know every prison in the whole fucking world, man

That's like, you know, all bullshit, you know

They say slavery has been abolished except for the convicted felony

Y'all need to think about that

That lets you know what the fucking constitution really is about, you know

A lot of my homeboys have been locked down my whole entire career

And that's some bullshit

So for them, from the Rhyme Syndicate and Ice-T

I'd like to send this special shout out

Fuck the police, Fuck the FBI, Fuck the DEA, Fuck the CIA

Fuck Tipper Gore, Bush and his cripple BITCH!

This is Ice-T, I'm out of here

Told you, you should have killed me last year!

The Iceberg/Freedom Of Speech... Just Watch What You Say (1989)

• Shut Up, Be Happy
• The Iceberg
• Lethal Weapon
• You Played Yourself
• Peel Their Caps Back
• The Girl Tried To Kill Me
• Hit The Deck
• This One's For Me
• The Hunted Child
• What Ya Wanna Do?
• Freedom Of Speech
• My Word Is Bond 

Shut Up, Be Happy lyrics - Ice-T (feat. Jello Biafra)

We interrupt this program with a special bulletin:

America is now under marshall law.

All constitutional rights have been suspended.

Stay in your homes.

Do not attempt to contact love ones, insurance agent or attorney.

Shut up.

Do not attempt to think or depression may accure.

Stay in your homes.

Curfew is at 7 PM sharp after work.

Anyone gaught outside of gates of their suveillance sectors after curfew

will be shot.

Remain calm, do not panic.

Your neighborhood watchofficer will be by to collect urine examples in

the morning.

Anyone gaught intefering with the collection of urine examples will be

shot.

Stay in your homes, remain calm.

The number one enemy of progress is question.

National security is more important than individual will.

All port broadcasts will proceed as normal.

No more than two people may gather anywhere without promission.

Use only the drugs described by your boss or supervisor.

Shut up, be happy.

Obey all orders without question.

The comformental mandor is now mandatory.

Be happy.

At last everything is done for you.

The Iceberg lyrics - Ice-T

[Verse 1]

I-C-E B-E-R-G

What's that spell? Iceberg, nigga, can't you read?

Time to bleed, slaughter, slice

Try to say I wasn't nice as we waxed them punks like lab mice

Dice 'em up, slice 'em up, dissect

Put you in a boilin' pot and let your ass sweat

Cos I rap on game you think I'm weak in a freestyle?

Well 911 you should dial

Before my posse makes a move on your mom's crib

Think we got knives and guns? We got bombs, kid

Blow up your whole block, ya hear the gunshots

Throw you in the Syndicate cellar and let your body rot

Cos I'm the coldest motherfucker that you ever heard

Call me The Ice...or just The Iceberg

[Verse 2]

Evil E was out coolin' with a freak one night

Fucked the bitch with a flashlight

Pulled it out and left the batteries in

So he could get a charge when he begin

Used his dick, the shit was tight

Bitch's titties start blinkin' like tail lights

Rolled her over to change a connection

The bitch's ugly face cold spoiled his erection

I'm the Ice rhymer, a big timer

And yes I'm a pimp and a player and a hustler and kinda

A mack and a poet, impressive I know it

Don't only rhyme for niggas cos I live my life co-ed

On the mic it's livin' breathin' hype

A 1989 type Dolemite

Cool motherfucker, word

Call me The Ice...or just The Iceberg

[Verse 3]

Charlie Jamm fucked a freak on a ski-lift

10 below, gave her the dick

It was cold and she said "Quit!"

Charlie Jamm said "Bullshit!"

She said "Oh, oh, oh my god!"

Charlie's dick was frozen hard

But she said she never felt it

Maybe Charlie's dick melted

Yes, I'm the rhyme kicker, the hard liquor

Parental Guidance Sticker? Yeah, I'm the nigga

Triple X is how I rate

I'm the one your parents hate

I'm as cold as cold can get

Under pressure never sweat

Cool motherfucker, word

Call me The Ice...or just The Iceberg

[Verse 4]

Out with the posse on a night run

Girls on the corner, so let's have some fun

Donald asked one if she was game

Back Alley Sally was her name

She moved on the car and moved fast

On the window pressed her ass

All at once we heard a crash

Donald's dick had broke the glass

Yes, I'm the big wheeler, the girl stealer

And if we play cards don't let me be the dealer

The Ice, cool as water, hard as stone

The black mack of the microphone

Talkin' shit the way I do

Rhyme Pays, the posse grew

Did you like Power? Word

Well this is The Ice...or just The Iceberg

Lethal Weapon lyrics - Ice-T

[Ice-T]

E-V-I-L E and Ice-T are on a jack move

Layin down the dope groove, smokin those who disapprove

Wreckin the deck, you'll regret if you cross punk

Rollin like a Mack truck, waxin those who talk junk

Violent your end, I got your face in my crosshairs

Wanna see your dome bust sucker cause I don't care

Nuttin bout you, your crew, because you talk shit

I'm the Lethal Weapon boy, ridin the apocalypse

If you're in my way, then lay beneath the ground soon

Violence is my business fool, the microphone of doom

Mission that's to cure all punks as I bust caps

Peelin your back, my ammunition hollow-point raps

You try to run, that makes it even more fun

I just cold lamp and vamp you with the shotgun

Cops try to flex.. but guns they'll never find..

My Lethal Weapon's my mind!

[Chorus: Rakim, "Microphone Fiend" (repeat 2X)]

"A lethal weapon..

A lethal weapon..

A lethal weapon..

An assassinator, if the people ain't steppin"

[skip second line on second repeat]

[Ice-T]

You hit the deck, as rap busts from my lips

You think I'm finished - I load another clip

Look in my face, I crack an evil grin

Lyrics bring death from the microphone Mac-10

Sucker MC's, you ain't down with the Syndicate

Try to kick game, but end up talkin weak shit, yo

You're weak, you're wack, you need to quit you lil punk bitch

Go and freak your mother, go dig a damn ditch

Get out my face, I'm tired of the press too

You write about me, I write about you

You think I'm violent, but listen and you will find..

My Lethal Weapon's my mind!

[Chorus]

[Ice-T]

Up against the wall - it's Valentine's Day

The Massacre's about due for a replay

I'm about to explode - like a hand grenade

Evil E do damage on the crossfade

{*Evil E scratches*} Cuts like a battleaxe

You try to bite, get iced, my raps are boobytraps

Claim of mine, designed by the Ice himself

You beg for mercy as you read the hand you're dealt

{*screaming "Ah ahh ahh AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"*}

Cause there's no let up, you walked into a set up

It's suckin you down and now you can't get up

Why because you froze the moment we met up

And I never run punk, I go head up

I ain't no fool and new jack poppin fake rap

I rap from the heart and soul, where only facts are kept

Many rappers sell-out pop and other MC's slept

I ain't in no playin mood, so nigga watch your step

Cause if you cross the boss, you go to bed quick

Know my situation boy, don't diss the Syndicate

cause when we chose to move, you're gone

and no remains they'll find..

My Lethal Weapon's my mind!

[Chorus]

[Ice-T]

More bodies than John Gotti, the Lethal Weapon is slaying

Just open any book, that's ammo to the brain

What really matters, is how well is your weapon trained

Some would say genius, while others would say insane

The Weapon power has been witnessed upon my page

From Martin Luther's "dream", to Hitler's psycho rage

What's more powerful - the brain or a twelve gauge?

The words I speak have scared many people to this stage

But promote violence, I really have to disagree

It's entertainment, like "Terminator" on TV

But some'll never see, you're stupid ignorant and blind

The Lethal Weapon's the mind!

[Chorus]

[Ice-T]

The mind..

Think!

The mind..

YouknowhatI'msayin?

I got my jammy with me at all times, youknowhatI'msayin?

They can't take this one thing away from me

that's got more power, than any gun in the world, youknowhatI'msayin?

I'm talkin bout brain power homeboy

They can't mess with me cause I'm too smart for them out there

youknowhatI'msayin? Fully strapped, always packed

Go to the library and get some more ammo, youknowhatI'msayin?

You Played Yourself lyrics - Ice-T

[Verse 1]

This is it, dope from the fly kid

The Ice mic is back with the high bid

Suckers you've lost cos players you're not, gangstas you ain't

You're faintin', punk, if you ever heard a gunshot

Yo, the pusher, the player, the pimp gangsta, the hustler

High Roller, dead pres folder

Is cold lampin' like a black king on a throne

Evil E...turn up the microphone

So I can ill and break on the rollin' tape

Another album to make? Great

Islam turn the bass kick up a bit

Hype the snare, now I got a place to sit

And ride the track like a black mack in his 'lac

Hit the corner slow where the girls are at

And kick game the way it should be done

How you gonna drop science? You're dumb

Stupid ignorant, don't even talk to me

At school you dropped Math, Science and History

And then you get on the mic and try to act smart

Well let me tell you one thing, you got heart

To perpetrate, you're bait, so just wait

Till the press shove a mic in your face

Or you meet Boogie Down or Chuck D

Stetsasonic or the Big Daddy

And they ask you about the game you claim you got

Drop science now, why not?

You start to sweat and fret, it gets hot

How'd you get into this spot?

You played yourself...

Yo, yo, you played yourself...

[Verse 2]

I'm no authority but I know the D-E-A-L

When it comes to dealin' with the females

What you got they want, cash is what they need

Slip sucker and they'll break you with speed

But you meet a freak, you try to turn her out

Spendin' money's what I'm talkin' about

But you fool out, your pockets got blew out

And after the date, no boots, you got threw out

Mad and shook cos your duckets got took

Call her up, phone's off the hook

But who told you to front and flaunt your grip?

You can't buy no relationship

You played yourself...

Yo, homeboy, you played yourself...

[Verse 3]

I'm in the MC game, a lot of MC's front

And for the money they're sell out stunts

But they claim that they're rich and that they keep cash

Yo, let me straighten this out fast

Two hundred thousand records sold

And these brothers start yellin' 'bout gold?

You better double that, then double that again

And still don't get sooped, my friend

You think you've made it, you're just a lucky man

Guess who controls your destiny, fans

But you diss 'em cos you think you're a star

That attitude is rude, you won't get far

Cos they'll turn on you quick, you'll drop like a brick

Unemployment's where you'll sit

No friends cos you dissed 'em too

No money, no crew, you're through

You played yourself...

That's right, you played yourself...

You played yourself...

Yo, yo, you played yourself...

[Verse 4]

You got problems, you claim you need a break

But every dollar you get you take

Straight to the Dopeman, try to get a beam up

Your idle time is spent tryna scheme up

Another way to get money for a jumbo

When you go to sleep you count Five-O's

Lyin' and cheatin', everybody you're beatin'

Dirty clothes and you're skinny cos you haven't been eatin'

You ripped off all your family and your friends

Nowhere does your larceny end

And then you get an idea for a big move

An armed robbery...smooth

But everything went wrong, somebody got shot

You couldn't get away, the cops roll, you're popped

And now you're locked, yo, lampin' on Death Row

Society's fault? No

Nobody put the crack into the pipe

Nobody made you smoke off your life

You thought that you could do dope and still stay cool? Fool.

You played yourself...

You played yourself...

Ain't nobody else's fault, you played yourself.

Peel Their Caps Back lyrics - Ice-T

[Ice-T]

Coolin in my crib, cold video dubbin

FBI wanted? Huh, don't mean nuttin

They call that shit a crime? Yo that shit's a joke

Hit record on my dope remote

I heard my phone ringin, I wonder who could it be

It was the E, the V, yes the I-L E

He said, "We got static - word, I just got out

Punks tried to move at the club and we shot out

Bullets everywhere," Okay what's the prob?

"Ink got popped, he's dead as a doorknob."

You bullshittin! "I ain't fuckin around.

The posse's rollin tonight, nigga are you down?"

I grabbed my AK, my 16, and my baby Mac

Strapped on my vest, and threw the 9 in the small of my back

I said - Chill, don't let nobody move without me

Say you know where they are?

He said, "I know where they be"

Let's peel their caps back

Let's peel their caps back

Twelve o'clock midnight, posse was airtight

Twenty-five cars, under the streetlights

Some people talked, while others cried

Ink was a brother, who shouldn't have died

Then the silence broke, Ice what's it gonna be?

38 hard brothers stood and stared at me

There were only two words that I had to say

P-A-Y, B-A-C-K

The car's loaded with a silence that could rape the dead

Pistols clipped as the chamber's loaded full of lead

Everyone in the crew knew what I said

would mean by morning, somebody else soon would be dead

Let's peel their caps back

The cars at the corner like a long black snake

Nightprowlin for a life to take

Ya see down in the ghetto it's an eye for an eye

That's the answer to the question why

In my throat, there's a lump, then I swallow it, I ain't no chump

Face of Death, then I cocked my pump

I'm a nigga on the trigger, madder than a pitbull

Just layin for a reason to pull

on you, any duck motherfucker that gets in my way

I'm insane, and my homeboy's death made me this way

But then we spot him, Evil E shot him

Dead in the face, made sure that he got him

Others ran, but no mercy to the posse's wrath

Automatic Uzi motherfuckin bloodbath

Let's peel their caps back

Let's peel their caps back

Let's peel their caps back

Then all of a sudden, a bullet came through my eye

My dome exploded and I felt my other brothers die

I drink my blood as I fell like shit into the street

My corpse stunk like a burnt out rotten piece of meat

Ten brothers died in this stupid homicidal binge

Cause whenever someone dies, nobody wins

But this drama, you'll never hear a word of

cause all the paper's gonna read is a gang murder

Gang murder

The Girl Tried To Kill Me lyrics - Ice-T

[Verse One:]

Yo! I met this girl the other night

Hype super-dope body and face, her mini-skirt tight

Talkin' 'bout legs and lips, mindblowin' hips

Had to cross my legs just to look at her tits

Said she came out lookin' for some fun

Looked me in my eyes and told me...I was the one

I said "Why?", she said I was fly

Grabbed me by my hand and I thought I would die

Said she wanted to take me home to make love

Now that's the kind of rap that brothers dream of

I said, "Fast, slow, hard or soft, baby?"

She said, "All the above"

This girl tried to kill me, she didn't use a gun or a knife

This girl tried to kill me, took me within a inch of my life

[Verse Two:]

Now, I ain't no sucker on the weak tip

But let me tell you, she was on some motherfuckin' sex trip

Took me to her crib that night, leather and spikes

Broke out the rope and the dope strobe-light

And started buggin', lightin' candles all over the room

Then she did a backflip, landed on my dick

I knew that I would be dead soon

This girl tried to kill me, she didn't use a gun or a knife

This girl tried to kill me, took me within a inch of my life

This girl tried to kill me, she didn't use a bomb or a gun

This girl tried to kill me, homeboys, watch out for this one

[Verse Three:]

Yo, my pants were on, but so what?

She ripped off my shirt and tied my monkey-ass up

Faster than I could say "No!"

It was like a rodeo, I was with a sex nut

I looked in her face...

She sweated and she grinned with delight

And then she broke out a whip, I said "Shit!"

This girl had crazy plans for the night

This girl tried to kill me, she didn't use a bomb or a gun

This girl tried to kill me, homeboys, watch out for this one

This girl tried to kill me, she didn't use a gun or a knife

This girl tried to kill me, took me within a inch of my life

[Verse Four:]

Now whips ain't all that she had

All kinda crazy shit was at this bitch's pad

I'm talkin' about latex suits, spike-heeled boots

Oversized vibrators so that she could get loose

I said, "Don't...don't...don't whip me!

I'll do anything you ask!"

And then homegirl stripped, 38" tits

Man you shoulda seen that ass

This girl tried to kill me, she didn't use a gun or a knife

This girl tried to kill me, took me within a inch of my life

This freak tried to kill me, she didn't use a bomb or a gun

This girl tried to kill me, homeboys, watch out for this one

[Verse Five:]

My dick was harder than a bulletproof vest

She started pourin' baby oil on her chest

And then she said, "Gimme gimme gimme"

Jumped on my Jimmy, and rode me like the Wild West

I almost passed out, then the front door cold bust in

It was her fuckin' husband, six-foot ten

I knew my life would soon end

Homeboy tried to kill me, he didn't use a bomb or a gun

Homeboy tried to kill me, yo...yo, nowhere to run

Homeboy tried to kill me, he didn't use a gun or a knife

Homeboy tried to kill me, cos he had caught me fuckin' his wife

Yo...

Hit The Deck lyrics - Ice-T

"I'm the minstrel man, the cleaning man,

the pole man, the shoeshine man

I'm a nigger man, watch me dance" [unknown movie]

[Ice-T]

I put the lyrics on the paper with the pen

Evil E makes the records spin

Islam drops the beats that you rock to

Thought that I would never get you? Got you

Doggin the floor like you know you never done before

How could a brother be so hardcore

and still keep you on the floor like a maniac

That's your question? Well I'ma answer that

I'm on the mic tonight I'm here to do it right

Ice, the capital T, airtight

Coolest of the cool, a mack on a mission

Step to me fool - you're missin

minus, gone, pow, you're outta here

This ain't no game to me, this is my career

Throw me a mic, plug it in, "Bet!"

I won't be happy til the dancefloor's wet

I ain't no rookie, I'm a microphone vet

Evil E's on the set, hit the deck!

[scratching "be easy on the cut" (3X)

and "no mistakes allowed" (Rakim)]

[Ice-T]

E-M-C-E-E, I-C-E-T, A-N-D, DJ Evil E

Doggin the deck like it's never been done before

You had enough? "MORE!"

Here we go, I'm about to blow up

Don't you dare bite my rhymes, I'll make you throw up

Poison soaked in an acid bath

Swallow homeboy, your throat'll need a skin graft

Toss it up, while the DJ known as Evil cuts

You wanna know what's happenin - "WHAT?"

The beat become my soul, I'm goin out of control

Look in my face as my eyeballs roll

back in my head and the mic glows red

Step in my face and you'll wind up dead

{*SLAP*} Yo, thanks, I needed that

I was posessed by this treacherous track

Watch out "WORD" this ain't no joke

A sucker tried to flex and his arm got broke

Don't make a move that you'll regret

Evil E's on the set, hit the deck!

[scratched "kick it" (4X)]

[Ice-T]

You start to think and wonder bout how it's done

"An emcee? Maybe I could be one"

Drop the thought, get a job, change your mind

To be a dope MC takes time

Eight years of mine, no time for draggin

You wanna be an MC? "Get off the bandwagon!"

But if it's in your heart, get a pen

Don't stop writin til the inkflow ends

Work and work and don't halfstep

Dog the mic every chance you get

Motivation must be kept

Stay down and build your rep

Yo so let me demonstrate, rappin as a fine art

And when I'm finished, you can take this rap apart

Analyze my elements and tactics

First I'm over there, and then I'm back to this

I jumble topics, you won't know where I'll go

Back in your face with a cold but steady flow

You feel the power of the Ice in the first row

You already know what to say, "HOOOOOOOOO!!!"

On the mic is a stone cold vet

Evil E's on the set, hit the deck

[Evil E scratches for a long time]

[Ice-T]

I'm in my mode, called the fourth episode

or the last verse, if you wanna decode

So I gotta raise the heat, hype up the beat

Switch the mic from airtight to elite

Pounce upon the deck, it ain't wet yet

Let me see how hot you can get

Then I'll turn up the amps, blow out the lights

You're in darkness, then the mic ignites

Glowin like it did before, but even more

The room is lit, the raps are hardcore

Evil cuts the records like a psycho with a switchblade

You see a blur -- that's the crossfade

Loud and proud, words bombard the crowd

Look up in the air -- you see a mushroom cloud

I kick flavor to a musical track

too fast to catch, too complex to match

I'm gettin hyped as hype can get

Evil E's on the set! Hit the deck

This One's For Me lyrics - Ice-T

Yo yo whassup Ice man you look upset brother

Yo man, I got a lot of things on my mind man

But I don't know if I should put it on this record, yaknahmsayin?

Man go ahead and kick it man

Let the people know what's happenin man

You know brothers out there sellin out man

Why they goin out like that man?

Yo, sellin out like it ain't nothin man

I ain't with it

[Ice-T]

Dig it, I'm just a brother from L.A.

South Central, I live life the fly way

Used to bang and hustle but I traded for the big game

Infamy got dumped for fame

Now I'm known and respect as creator of the crime rhyme;

but my lyrics are deeper

Because I'm the one that makes you think before make a move

I wrote "Pusher", "High Rollers", and "Colors" just to prove

that I could kick game, and drop knowledge at the same time

But one L.A. station wouldn't play my records one time

I'm tryin to save my community

but these bourgeoise blacks keep on doggin me

They don't care about violence, drugs and gangs

KJLH, you ain't about nuttin

You just a bunch of punk bourgeoise black suckers

and this one's for me

You won't play no Public Enemy

You ain't playin no Boogie Down Productions

You ain't tryin to represent the black community

You just carin about your little ol' R&B +BULL+

you play all day and night

I represent Los Angeles all over the United States

and you ain't did NUTTIN for me

Think about it

Hold up, I ain't finished on the diss tip

There's a few more punks that I got to rip

All you chump MC's who sell out quick

When P.E. was on the top, you rode the tip

But now they got problems and you suckers run

Who's Chuck's real friends, does he really have one?

You yell P.E. this, P.E. that

Fist in the air, proud to be black

Now they got static and you run like punks

I haven't heard an MC stand up for him once

Maybe you suckers are just hopin that they fall off

so you can fill their shoes, nope sorry boss

That's what the matter with black people anyway

We ain't down with nothin, I don't care what you say

yell or lie, don't even bother

How low will a brother go for a dollar?

Public Enemy broke a new rap age

And now you rappers ain't got nuttin to say?

"Yo it's their problem"

"Griff shouldn'ta said it"

E where's my pistol? (Yo I'll go get it)

Cause it's time for me to enforce some discipline

Are you down or not, are you out or in?

Chuck Flav and Griff are my true friends

I got their backs if it means my career ends

All you so-called down MC's with Public Enemy

I ain't heard nobody out there, tryin to help my man out

YouknowhatI'msayin? Griff is my man, I don't care WHAT he said

YouknowhatI'msayin? And I ain't gon' let them go out like that

YouknowhatI'msayin? Chuck, Ice got your back

Anybody out there got problems with Public Enemy, come talk to me

Once again, I'm back in the diss mode

I gotta speak my mind, it's time to unload

on this so-called government we've got

If I lied like them, I think I'd get shot

They sell drugs to kids and say it's us

And when the cops are crooks, who can you trust?

You only see young brothers in a drug bust

Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust

My homey got a year for an ounce of weed

while Bush sells weapons to the enemy

You gotta be stone blind not to see

"Our government is honest!" Nigga, please

Cocaine can't be made in the United States

Kickin facts like this our government hates

The young kids on the streets ain't the enemy

They're just ghetto youth after money

They sell drugs, but who sells drugs to them?

Try the C.I.A. my friend

or the F.B.I. or even Bush

Somebody's gettin rich, damn sure ain't us

We're just killin ourselves while others laugh

Look at the street, it's a cocaine bloodbath

We gotta realize dope is pure death

Mess with drugs, you're breathin your last breath

Sellin drugs is straight up genocide

They're gonna laugh, while we all die

Sittin up there thinkin you're makin that money

Hustlin and all that, you're killin your brothers

YouknowhatI'msayin? You just stupid, straight up stupid

Puttin dope into your body - c'mon, youknowhatI'msayin?

You gotta get somethin goin out there

Get some brains, youknowhatI'msayin?

We are just playin ourselves cold out of the pocket

This one's for me, I make records for you

but this cut I straight out had to do

There's topics in my mind I have to break

cause so many of you out there are so damn fake

If ya ain't know they're no-one, cutthroats

backstabbers, scheamin for banknotes

And all of you out there know what I'm talkin bout

If you claim you're down then NEVER sell-out

Never sell out, youknowhatI'msayin?

You gotta stay down for yours

You know I want it, sure as I'm Ice-T

I make records for you, but this one's for me

You know what I'm talkin bout out there

There's ways to sell out left and right

But you ain't got to do that

There's things more important than money

I'm talkin bout pride, I'm talkin bout dignity

You got it out there

All you got to do is stand on your own two feet

Don't go out like no sucker

Stay down, youknowhatI'msayin?

Peace

The Hunted Child lyrics - Ice-T

[Verse 1]

(Today in Los Angeles another youth loses his life. Gunshot wound to

the head. Street violence is at an all-time high)

No jokin', I'm sleepin' with my eyes open

Wanted for a homicide ride, the gun's still smokin'

Didn't know what I was doin' but did it anyway

Now the posse's on my trail, they say I'm gonna pay (Run!)

I had a gun, it's mine and I packed it

Out with my crew, the boys caught some static

Me and this sucker punk went at it

Bang! Nine automatic

Hunted Child

I'm the Hunted Child

[Verse 2]

(Sources say the assailant was 17-years old and lives in South-Central

Los Angeles)

Now I'm on a hideout tip cos they're after me

LAPD says they're gonna capture me

Was I crazy? I guess I had to be

Cos once you kill it's instant catastrophe

Your whole life is over (Through!)

Forget about your girl your (Crew!)

Nowhere to run, so what you gonna do?

Be glad it's me, homeboy, and not you

The Hunted Child

I'm the Hunted Child

Hunted Child

I'm the Hunted Child

[Verse 3]

I'm only 17, I didn't mean to kill, man

But I was slangin' and bangin' for the thrill, man

When they said (Kill!) I felt chill, man

But once I pulled the trigger, boy, then things got ill, man

My homeboys dipped out the back fast

Left me alone in the echo of the gun blast

Everybody saw my face, I didn't wear a mask

You wanna know my name? Just ask

The Hunted Child

I'm the Hunted Child

Hunted Child

I'm the Hunted Child

(The science of Capitalism which you teach to the youth on the streets

today with the 'ends justifying the means' mentality ain't happenin')

[Verse 4]

I'm sweatin' heavy cos my face is on TV

Everybody in this whole world's after me

Since I was young I never had a damned thing

At Christmas time I'd hate to hear the bells ring

Cos in the ghetto Santa ain't got a dime

Your mother's standin' in the welfare line

The way the youth survive is crime

My life is over so I might as well speak my mind

I killed a brother cos this system had me geared to kill

Cos what I call home you call hell

My ghetto quarters ain't no better than a jail cell

But there's a message in this story that I'm tryna tell

We're just brothers on the streets killin' brothers

This system has us geared to kill one another

Sellin' dope to poison each other

The plan of The Man, word to the mother

But I'm a sucker cos I fell into their plan

187, I killed a brother man

My life on Earth was hell, you understand?

But when I die I'm goin' to hell again

I'm the Hunted Child I'm the Hunted Child I'm the Hunted Child The

Hunted Child

I'm the Hunted Child

I'm the Hunted Child