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attention!
at this moment you are now listening to an Ice-T LP if you are offended by words like shit, bitch, f**k, dick, ass, hole, cunt, dirty bitch, low motherf**ker, nigga, hooker, slut, tramp, dirty low slut tramp bitch hole, nigga f**k shit, whateva.. take the tape out now! this is not a pop album and by the way suck my motherf**kin' dick |
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| 2. |
| 4:51 |
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Yo, Ice
The organization say they can't stay in business with us any longer What you gonna do? [Ice-T] We always knew we were gonna come to this point sooner or later... We have absolutely no option but to move forward. We'll have to set up our own distribution, manufacturing, run a totally indipendent organization and operation. We still got our connections in Texas, Miami, New York, Chicago, Detroit, and soldiers on the street willing to die. I can't put any cut on the product... I just can't live like that. But from now on if any cops get in our way... (5 gunshots) [Ice-T] Turn up the mic dog, so I can get off Find me Charlton Heston and I might cut his head off I'm not to be fucked with Step in the range of my Gauge and get bucked quick Niggas, hoes, I don't know who you are, my friends or foes Smile in my face and plot to kill me behind doors I got a new attitude, no trust Got me in a corner all a nigga can do is bust It may be you There's gonna be a lot of dead before I'm through I'm 'bout to break off niggas who play me and dis' me Try to switch from side to side like they whip me The damage is done Source Magazine, you're the first one {*gunshot*} You try to dis Chuck, Cube and me How the fuck you pick us 3? You punk motherfuckers ain't shit, you're just a bunch of hoes Makin' money off the pros And when I see I get you in my sights I give your ass a story to write Cause it's on It's on [Chorus: Ice-T] It's on motherfucker and you can't turn the shit off Catch you in the streets and your ass'll get tossed Bang! Bang! Bang! Cause it ain't no thang To put in work and watch your head burst **a gunshot** [Ice-T] A lot of fans ain't shit Let me repeat A lot of fans ain't shit Quick to flip if our group don't hit They don't make you nothin but a pop ho bitch And I don't need ya I love to bleed ya All I ever wanted was a real nigga's praise But the sad motherfuckin' fact Is that ain't that many real motherfuckers these days Game knows game I know too many who plays the name And I can make it in the music or the street game I still got hoes that'll work, still got crews that'll hit Still roll with an extra clip And those who think they'll stop me, doubt it Those motherfuckers better think about it You'd best to let me rap Ice back on the streets? You don't want that Cause I break ill And you really after body count the caps I peel, it's on [chorus: Ice-T] It's on motherfucker and you can't turn the shit off Catch you in the streets and your ass'll get tossed Bang! Bang! Bang! Cause it ain't no thing To put in work and watch your body jerk It's on [Ice-T] It's on motherfucker you goddamn right It's on, my royalty cheque, yeah, fool, I write my own I own my own label put my own shit out So no one tells me what the fuck to talk about And all the suckas that said I was through You need to wake up to my view I'm fallen off Ha! Ha! That's a joke! You motherfuckers are still unknown and broke And I'm stankin' rich My fuckin maid lives better than you, bitch So shut your trap When it comes to this level of game, you don't know jacks CIA, FBI, IRS Try to flip us out for sweat But they'll never sweat you son Cause you're broke and you're dumb and you're no threat to no one Them fools don't play I gotta deal with those motherfuckers every day They'd love to get me behind bars They hawk a nigga like I'm Carlos Escobar But in a way I am Been puttin dope on the street for years and don't give a damn So I'm thinkin about them, friend The real motherfuckin gangstas wanna see me end It's gonna end up in a bloodbath, no doubt That's the only way I'm going out, it's on [Chorus: Ice-T] It's on It's on motherfucker and you can't turn the shit off Catch you in the streets and your ass'll get tossed Bang! Bang! Bang! Cause it ain't no thing To put in work and watch your head burst It's on |
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| 3. |
| 3:34 |
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Yeah! 1993, I'm back motherfucker, this is Ice-T.
Got my nigga Ice Cube in the motherfuckin house. Yeah! Up here in the ammo dump studios I got my nigga Aladdin, SLJ's in the motherfuckin place, behind the mixin boards, we about to do dis shit like this here! Verse 1: It's goin down tonight in L.A. Buckshot and uzis spray Microphone blowa The bitch checka The ho wrecka Ice motherfuckin T Nigga step to me But grab ya hoes quick Cause the Syndicate's throwin that crazy dick Punk motherfuckers run up You'll get done up We'll have your ass gunned up Before sun-up So what's the color I'm raggin? Been a millionare for years Still saggin Left pocket's stuffed with the huge-ass grip .380 in my right so it sags a little bit More than the rest of my gear When I'm on tour I empty clips Bust lips And break jaws Cause I love to loc up So punk motherfucker don't choke up When you're talkin to me Chorus: Ice, Ice motherfuckin T (x4) Verse 2: Bush, Quayle and Clinton got a problem with me: The motheruckin T I give less than a fuck about any of them Or their fuckin police friends They'd like to take me out Make me a goner They even tryin to sweat Time Warner Why? For tellin the truth to the youth That a lot of motherfuckers are hot And want police shot? You can't stop the shock (?) The fires are out But the coals are still hot I got juice to bring pain You tryin to fuck with the Ice Are you insane? This shit is bigger than me Be warned It's the calm before the storm And every fuckin thing I write Is gonna be analyzed by somebody white Chorus Verse 3: Run motherfucker, hide motherfucker, trip motherfucker, die motherfucker You don't give love And you won't get loved You don't push And you won't get shoved No joke I ain't here to laugh I ain't here to cry But every night of the week One of my homies die Eeny meeny mynie moe Blood's pourin out the naps of your afro It could be you Could be you Could be you Could be your whole damn crew It happens real quick Screechin tires Next thing you're hit Your body's cold Your body's hot You feel your chest You gasp for breath You're shot And now your homies is trippin' Lookin for a gat to put they clip in Street crime- That's the thing I bring, Ice-T I rap, B.C. I sing They call it controversy I call it truth with no mercy The beats are phat Ammo Dump tracks The kind that make speakers crack Not made for squares Or the weak punks That made the bump trunks Press- Get the fuck out my fuckin face I ain't got no more time to waste A ho is a ho, a bitch is a bitch, a nigga is a nigga And that's it I'm through explainin the shit You just makin me backtrack The next duck reporter might get hit with a blackjack Plus Every one of my true fans Totally understands A nigga like me Chorus (x2) |
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| 4. |
| 2:59 |
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All right! When we go up in this goddamn house
all I want is the motherfuckin' kids! As far as pops I don't give a fuck what you do... Bust him in his motherfuckin' head! If he got any money, take it! If there is money there, rob the motherfuckin' joint! As far as moms bust her in her goddamn head! Dumb bitch, that's the reason we're going up in there! She don't know what the fuck she's talkin' about! Everyone get back, this is a rap jack I'm takin' your kids' brains, you aint gettin'em back With a move of perfection, my dissection Some call it lethal injection I'm gonna fill'em with hard drums Big drums, bitches, hoes and death, come on and get some I'm not the nigga that you want to leave your kids alone Cause I got my own opening-dome kit And once again I'm gonna put them under my fuckin' spell They might start givin' you fuckin' hell Start changin' the way they walk They talk, they act, now, whose fuckin' fault is that? The home invader... Yo, moms you can basically just suck my dick! This is a home invasion... Yo, pops that shit you talkin' is noise! Word! You full of shit! Check this out, moms, I said time bomb And they sit in your house and remain calm Till you feed'em lies and the flip Start talkin' crazy shit (Fuck you!) Might call you and pops a fool Tell ya that's why they hate school Been offensive and askin' questions Give your brain indigestion Why? Why? Because I have indoctrinated the youth Yhey're mentally intoxicated with truth So they know the noise you talk are lies Pretty damn soon they'll be by (I'm outta here) They listen to me and i give'em the real And every night caps get peeled And every night a ho gets smacked A fool gets jacked Now, whose fuckin' fault was that? The home invaders... Yo! Yo! Yo! All that shit you taught me, mom, was full of shit! Know what I'm sayin'? How the fuck you gonna tell me to run my motherfuckin' life? Bitch! You dont even know who the fuck you are! You talkin' about you don't like rap, you don't like how I dress! Yo! Fuck you and pops! I'm outta here! Both of y'all can kiss my ass... All cops want me, so does the F.B.I. Because my rhymes are fly They still tryin' to stop m,e shut me down block me Make motherfuckas boycott me But that will never happen, it's impossible I move straight through all obstacles They say I'm fuckin' up the minds of little kids But half of my fans are in college P.M.R.C. suck my dick, please You can kiss my ass while you're on your knees Word! You're listening to the verbal assassinator E's the crossfader, your factual updater Until your cranium grows like uranium Hard as titanium, parents, I'm blamin'em For teachin' you lies about life, racist viewpoints And other trite bullshit they learned back in the day While I learned about death from an A.K. But they'll never quite understand Bam, bam, bam, no gat is the Walkman Boom, bash, yeah, yo, it's goin' down Me and Ice Cube are in town But the fuckin' pigs cancelled the concert They're just scared of some niggers that do work What they do? What did I do? Just say truth motherfucka and it's comin' through I tell you what we did: we stole your fuckin' kids The home invader... All right! we got the motherfuckin' kids! We outta here! C'mon... |
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| 5. |
| 4:29 |
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Intro:
Yeah! Right about now motherfuckers is layin for a nigga like me Ice-T to bust some freestyle shit... but I don't do that I just cold lounge up here at the Ammo Dump with my nigga Alladdin, SLJ, LP and my nigga Henry G Yeah, we do the shit like this Verse One: The card after the ace is deuce So cut the nigga loose on the 3 That's me The motherfuckin T I got ride on my surfboard Rhyme hard But only buy the shit that I can't afford That's everything That's why I truck big fat rings Cause in the motherland gold is for kings I got backup To jack up Punks who try to act up Do a world tour Watch the big bank stack up Motherfuckers get dropped with the quickness I got an ill left and a right fist Make mistakes and you'll lose Or you might die Cause I'm the wrong Ice for your bruise And that's no lie Meanwhile the penile is stacked to the top with my niggaz Mostly for squeezin triggas I call em homies Pigs call em crooks So I write and put bucks on they books I give a fuck about a cop or a G-man They all talk shit Their breath smellin like semen I catch em in the alley all alone Put em in the prone Pop! Pop! Pop! To the dome Chorus: It's the G-style Gangsta style Verse 2: G Style, The gangsta talk I got a teflon .9 And it eats vest I take a motherfucker out quick Just for talkin shit Ride Rolls Catch hoes like a mitt LA, Atlanta, New York Yo, my shit rocks Chi-town, Miami, Detroit I get much props Because I roll with the hardcore G Every street's the same street to me I don't bullshit I don't quit Writin a rhyme fit KKK pray each day That I get hit Motherfuckers try to flip on the Icepick Move and slip Close the eyes and catch a fuckin clip Not in the ghetto no more But I do hang Got a black game And it's sittin on them thangs I kick the game from the street Not the slamma Tighten up my knockas with a big lead hammer Chorus Verse Three: Some of the times I write my raps with extreme speed Some of the times I take the pen and make pads bleed My mind clicks to Homocide Bullets fly Ladies cry A lot of people die Some nights I can't right Stare at the blue lines I think I'm a go blind Then the beat becomes me Sit in the dark And write a whole fuckin LP G Style, the gangsta talk Never near soft Hard as a knockout bout It's no sellout I keep crime in my rhyme Cause it's my thing Packed with guns And drugs And lots of street slang A-B-C-D-E-F, and LAPD Words from a motherfuckin OG Ammo Dump pumps the sounds that you bump in your trunk So turn it up punk What'cha fraid of? What'cha made of? Pull the pin Set the grenade off Blastin sounds out ya jeep On every city street, nigga Straight gangsta beat Chorus Verse Four: Many like to dress the style, and act hardcore Many motherfuckers are and they crack jaws I like to lay in the cut In a nightclub Don't smoke bud Drink suds But I gets loved, mack, cool I scope the freak with the mad backs Hit her with the gangsta style Cool, relaxed, bam Put her in the Benz Bump Too $hort, let her know Right off the top, what's my sport You think long You think wrong You got it goin on, baby doll? But I won't sing you no love song You either love me Or you don't You're either rollin tonight Or you won't She likes the style Cause it don't bullshit around Tounge in my ear, real slow And then it went down I gotta flip into a ill mode Pack a clip full of hype tracks And then unload Music for the hardcore beatdown No weak pop shit Strictly underground And if you don't like the style, as I get wreck Ease back nigga, catch a knife through the neck Chorus |
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| 6. |
| 3:27 |
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"Yo whats up man? Yeah I gotta trunk fulla this shit
Word, broads still with me man, comin over to grapevine right now Yo I can't talk right now man, I gotta get off this phone" Damn, how'd I get into this scam Roll in a car with the trunk worth 5000 grand I came up from the curb, word First thing it rocks, now my ride's packin crazy birds I gotta freak in the front seat She got crazy game, might even have more than me And thats why I don't trust, I ain't no busta One wrong move and I'll dust her But she knows that, keeps a gat Works much plastic, always stays on phat She said she loves me Looks deep in my eyes, sometimes cries, all lies She only loves my cash flow, long dough The falso love of a pimp and a hoe But me and her gotta job to do Get this luggage back to the crew She got scanner, I hadta listen to the pigs talk And if they speakin about us then its jumpin off But I ain't sweatin them at all 2 cops'll roll up and 2 cops'll fall The lines on the highway, I'm makin my mind drift away To my last jail stay 5 years for a 459 I'm never goin back, no matter what the crime Surrenderin ain't me Fuck that, I'm holdin court in the street G For a nigga like me there ain't no ounce My life filled with drug busts and shoot outs Pure ghetto anger, pure ghetto anger Pure ghetto anger, I'm addicted to danger Some nights I crash clubs Rollin with the posse made of well-known thugs Cool out with the freaks Truckin much jewels, beggin for beef Thens some niggaz roll up Lookin for a way to pump the reps up But I ain't the one I'm handin out beat downs, no need for guns Sometimes I gotta ask myself Is all this buck whylin good for a niggaz health? I don't know why Am I suicidal, do I wanna die? The answerin, simple A headache throbs in my temple It says it ain't fair, it says it ain't right It says its goin down tonight We finally made it to the drop spot King and Weston Ave, snoody fox The posse was there, but it ain't right Fuckin police lights Its all goin down that road blocks I never seen that many cops It was a setup, my whole damn crew's gettin wet up Big time, some motherfucker dropped a dime But even in the flurry of gun shots My adrenaline was boilin hot I crash down on the floor of the ride Punch the gas, drove that benz through they punk ass Hit Vernor doin 90 Looked in the rear-view, no one behind me I got on the phone Called up the homies to see what went wrong But no time to sweat that I still gotta trunk fulla shit, I was on phat I just need a cool place to hide Dumped the benzo, slammed the G ride Me and a freak hit a motel crash spot The streets was hot Rubbed me down, said she adored me Said the gunfire made her horny The she pushed me back on the bed Licked me head to toe, toe to head Then I closed my eyes real slowly Is this love? No not me Then I felt a pain in my chest The smell of gun powder and burnt flesh I looked in her face, opened my mouth And then her badge came out |
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| 8. |
| 4:24 |
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It's goin down
From the Ammo Dump I got my nigga SLJ and DJ Aladdin Droppin the fat tracks Hit em with it Syndicate's in the muthafuckin house All duck MC's get flat, muthfuckas Yeah 1993 And it's still me A rappin brother from L.A., the cool T Diss a brother, hate a brother, I still come back With the fat tracks, fuck the pop crap I got a mind to cold diss a fool Wack rappers sellin out urge me to pull tools For no reason Pop suckers hookin for hits like hoes skeezin Prostitutes that can't shoot, yet you clock loot Dancesteps with the weak styles, but you look cute Bitch, that shit's wack Let Hammer dance, and you other fools ease back The microphone in some twist in a clenched fist Mind locked on ???? load of my hit list And make duck rappers pray Many talk shit, but none step this way Cause I'm quick to beat down a weak clown Clock crazy juice from L.A. to the Boogie Down I play the whole map Got hoes locked like a muthafuckin bear trap Ice muthafuckin T Before hoes gee they need two forms of I.D. Never fess, not the best, but I'm hard to shake Huh, watch the Ice break Watch the Ice break Yo, let's see now who's tryin to diss me Say I sold out cause I rocked with the B.C. Y'all are bitches, you're straight wack Quick to talk shit, but always behind the back I do whatever I wanna do, punk hoe I rock a perm, you rock an afro I wear khakis, while y'all wear silk Y'all drink forties, and I drink milk Cause that's my muthafuckin biz I never sell out, cause it's no sale, kid Hardcore to my heart from the fuckin start Whether done over beats or loud guitars I drop the dope hits Case you forgot, I invented this gangsta shit You wanna step to me? New jack, walk Come back in five LP's, then we can talk You're just new, kid, you got a hit out In interviews you talk a lotta shit out You got paid, you really made out You went broke when your one jam played out Now you're searchin for that one more hit Shhhiiit I ain't new to this, I got gangs of gold I come original, then I break the mold Too many MC's hit, then fold They're just fakes Hah, watch the Ice break Watch the Ice break Yeah Syndicate jumpin off 1993 On some old fly smooth shit All the muthfuckas out there down with us You know what I'm sayin? We're rollin strong All the busters out there that got some static to say We're settin this shit off physically this year Like KRS-One says: Sucker MC's duck down Muthafuckas ain't takin no shit I'm swingin on busters, point-blank Diss me and it's on Straight up Now it's the break of dawn And the mic is still on All hoes are fuckin and the rhymes are damn strong Many MC's that choke from the mic smoke Those who tried to get with me Lost in rhyme infinity Or they lost breath Try to step to the Ice equals sure death Cause ??it's then I begin?? than you ever assume Drop the mic, go rap in your living room I love the quick kill Swing on a nigga sometimes just to break ill Knuckle up, buster, fool, in his fuckin eye All hands, I need no gun, yo punk, why? Cause if I pull my gun, you die No second try I gotta cool out now, so I don't over-freeze Nut up and start murderin MC's Start catchin bodies from state to state Throw on a ski mask and walk the streets late And do me up a whole damn crew The Geto Boys was trippin, but my mind's trickin me too Cause diss me, and I meet you one day And bet your life it won't be a fun day I hope, nigga, it's not your fate That you're around when the Ice breaks When the Ice breaks |
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| 4:36 |
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Yeah
Yeah Check this out: now I'm black But black people trip Cause white people like me White people like me But don't like them What's the fuck up Are you my friend? Hell no, you're a racist You say you got one black friend, so you're in Sorry homie, no win Check the facts Mexicans are still gettin pushed to the back Puerto-Ricans gettin dissed the same Won't speak on the Indians, shit's insane Fuck John Wayne I don't hate whites I just got a death wish for muthafuckas that ain't right You got black skin Still you gotta show and prove, friend Back to the facts What about Australia? A fuckin failure The Aboriginal people are black So they got jacked You ask me about free speech and the Riots? So what's in store? I'm talkin bout a race war (Get yourself together) (Upen your eyes Get wise) (Put your brain in gear) Race war People gettin killed in the street Blood on your feet, the ends don't meet And who they gonna blame it on, me? Try the media Try the P.D. Try your TV Try your quest for wealth Anybody but yourself But once the bullets start flyin People start dyin It's all because we're lyin History books that teach hate A kid has no escape From the racist fate And pretty soon South Africa Will stop chillin And start killin Race war (8X) Every night I pray That people get this shit together one day But this country ain't with it America was founded on that racist shit I judge the devil by his deeds It's usually connected to the size of his greed And keep the hope Even though they'd love to give a nigga like me the rope And when this shit hits There's gonna be a lotta white kids rollin with the Africans You can't sweat skin Cause ??? a lot of blacks is down with the Republicans This shit don't have to happen That's why a brother like me's still rappin Just treat each other right Either that, or you're lookin for a sure fight Fuck the police We already know they ain't about no fuckin peace You wanna know what I think's in store? Justice or a race war (Get yourself together) (Upen your eyes Get wise) Race war (Get yourself together) (Upen your eyes Get wise) (Put your brain in gear) Race war (Get yourself together) (Upen your eyes Get wise) (Put your brain in gear) Race war (Get yourself together) (Upen your eyes Get wise) (Put your brain in gear) Korean people live down in the hood A little mis-fuckin-understood Orientals were slaves too Word to this fuckin red white and blue People from Iran ain't never did shit to us So why the distrust? The system wanna keep us at each other's throats While we're payin the tax notes Cause bein black ain't no fuckin minority It's the fuckin majority So they gotta make us hate each other Word, check the brothers Mexicans - black Jamaicans - black Iranians - black Indians - black Hawaiians - black Puerto-Ricans - black Eskimos - black South-Americans - black Orientals - black Yeah, that's right The Klan says everything's black that ain't white So we gotta get our facts straight Cause the shit they teach in school is pure hate Sometimes I don't know for sure If somebody want a race war (Get yourself together) (Upen your eyes Get wise) Race war (Get yourself together) (Upen your eyes Get wise) (Put your brain in gear) Race war (Get yourself together) (Upen your eyes Get wise) (Put your brain in gear) Race war (Get yourself together) (Upen your eyes Get wise) (Put your brain in gear) Who wants a race war? ( *quotes repeated until end* ) We're gonna lose |
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| 4:38 |
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I was born in new jersey, I said it before
But I guess nobody heard me My mother died young No sistas or brothas, I was the only son When I was twelve my pops died too What a brotha was supposed to do? They sent me out West To live with my aunt I guess they though it was the best But there was no love there Growin' with no moms I guess I was prepared to live in a vacuum The bedroom the kitchen, the hall and the bathroom I didn't leave home much, didn't like L.A. Didn't have no friends to trust Got busted to a school Blacks and whites, I guess the shit was cool But in highschool I changed Didn't wanna bust, didn't wanna play the game I walked to Crenshaw high, shit was fly I hooked up with new cru Some brothas that knew what the fuck to do You might call it gang but we called it a set And it was our own thang The whole school was down And one way or another everybody fucked around When the hardcore or not you wore the right color or your ass got shot That's how i'm livin'... I did three years in and made close friends Havin' no love my homies came my only I was glad: a family I never had But I grew up fast got a girl on 10th grade pregnant Needin' cash, I had to change my style Switched from bangin' to hustlin' No more goin' buckwild Had to get a cashflow But my hustle was weak, it was a no go I join the army, four years in that shit Be all fucked you can be Came back to the hood My homies had done good Had elevated their game About 100 gees a lick, no mothafuckin' shame Passed for the jewels Baby sledgehammers with the tools I speak on this with a hesitation Even though it passed the statue of limitation... I checked the bank Bought a porsche and gear, earn high streetrank But as I grew my whole crew fell thru Cops had us on the books as innerstate crooks Murder robbery rape escape, the whole damn nine You robbed a nigga blind I had too much juice, I cut my boosters loose I was intread with the pimpgame Took on the ice-name But the pimpgame moved too slow Especially for a nigga who was hooked on quick dough In one nite late I was in a carwreck And I was lucky to escape Hospital for teen weeks, in bed almost dead And when I got well, I got gaught in a cross And got locked in a jailcell That's how I'm livin'... They cutted me loose And I had to change troops This time they didn't catch me Next time they'll strecth me Cause my time was gettin' short All my homies was in court Or locked in a hole, this shit was gettin' old So I changed my life Putted down the gun and picked up the mic It took ten years to get from there to here But I still keep a gun, cops got me on the run And they hate me more now Than they ever did before My homies came back from pen And we all worked together True friends but every once and while Some punk mistakes me as a junk And he gets in my face Wrong mothafuckin' place And I aint lyin', that's how you dyin'... |
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| 11. |
| 5:00 |
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Come on
Come on [ VERSE 1 ] Do this, ugh, come on, come on Time to get wreck and kick the so on and so on The I-c-e-T O.G. M.C. L.A.P.D. H-a-t-e- s (Ho!) Watch the mic blow I flip scripts, and the Dump drops the Ammo Time to get wreck with the new style It's '93 and MC's are gettin buck wild But I - ain't a - nigga That's gonna get left with a big zero as a figure I'm gonna end up with a big sum Cause if you don't like one jam, I always got another one Different, specifically I don't copy Tear up the track if the flow sounds sloppy I don't play one game I bust about a dozen cuts on my lp's, none the same [ CHORUS ] |
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| 12. |
| 5:04 |
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(feat. DJ Evil E The Great)
[Intro: Ice-T Talking] Yo, shut up this is Ice motherfuckin' T And I've been listenin' to a lot of DJ's Get on the Mic and try to get busy you know what I'm sayin'? But can't no DJ get rap like my motherfuckin' nigga Evil-E So right about now I'm give you the motherfuckin' microphone I'ma get behind the wheels, and we gonna do this Yo Evil, tell where the fuck it's comin' from [Verse 1: Evil-E] It's comin' from the mouth of the pimp behind the wheels I make the bitch kneel, Evil E the Great steel Shows, hoes, junior pimp, sweat out punk So I can give your bitch, the Evil-E junk I love your honey if she listen up, listen clear after the show Yo, hoe hit the wheel "yeah" Backstage, pad lipstick, tattooed on the right tip My hope to get lit, grap that ass and hit "hit" Hard move and more security would be knockin' While Evil E's rockin', Charlie Jam is gyratin' I'm a fuckin' mack that comes up, by playin' them back Ask my nigga, I be Shawnie, Shawnie, Shawnie mack... [Chorus:] E cuts the records and the yellow nigga gets loose E cuts the records and the yellow nigga gets loose [Ice-T:] yo E, tell them who the fuck you are [Evil-E:] yeah nigga I'm the pimp behind the wheels [Ice-T:] Yo, man I don't think they heard you man I don't think fuck they heard you man [Evil-E:] aiy bitch, I'm the pimp behind the wheels [Ice-T:] you pimp behind the wheels right, the pimp behind the wheels [Evil-E:] That's right I'm the pimp behind the wheels [Ice-T:] well jump off [Evil-E:] yo, check this motherfuckin' shit out [Verse 2: Evil-E] Standin' with no quitter a fuckin' baby sitter Quick to get with her and have bitches that's bitter "yeah" I'm all that, fuck you if you don't think so Take your mamms, make that bitch my main hoe 'Hah" Let's go, let's go, let's go, showtime Blow the Syndicate's sock when my nigga kicked the dope "yeah" Rhyme that ass, yep that's what I'm peepin' Niggaz never sleep on Evil E, I'll deep in Some ass make you fatal, yo that's pimpin' New city, no tittie, Evil-E be never be slippin' "yeah" Down with the Syndicate rippin' shit up Back wheel my yellow nigga Ice And I'm the pimp behind the wheels... [Chorus:] E cuts the records and the yellow nigga gets loose E cuts the records and the yellow nigga gets loose [Ice-T:] yo, jump off E, get busy dude [Evil-E:] that's right, I'm the pimp behind the wheels [Ice-T:] I don't think they hear you nigga, I don't think they hear you [Evil-E:] yeah nigga, I'm the pimp behind the wheels [Ice-T:] motherfuckin' pimp behind the wheels, yeah [Evil-E:] that's right, I'm the pimp behind the wheels Yo Ice, break it down like this [Chorus:] E cuts the records and the yellow nigga gets loose E cuts the records and the yellow nigga gets loose [Break: Evil-E Talking] Yeeeeeeeeeeah nigga Yo P, cut that shit up properly Y'all never seen a MC cut shit up right A fuckin' nigga, but check this shit out [Verse 3: Evil-E] Evil-E the nigga that always gives a fuck About gettin' sucked, clockin' crazy bucks Fuck your fine hazes, all it takes is a second "second" Syndicate weapon Evil-E and I'm kickin' in the back While supplyin' the sounds on stage Cops enrage that's why we always on the front page Rippin' shit up, me and my yellow nigga The mic is the gat and the wheels is the trigger Grap the haze known every city that I rip "rip" Got crazy Dollars cause I always keep a grip "grip" Get down with the Syndicate rippin' shit up Back wheel my yellow nigga Ice "who are you" And I'm the pimp behind the wheels... [Chorus:] E cuts the records and the yellow nigga gets loose E cuts the records and the yellow nigga gets loose [Ice-T:] niggaz don't know man, niggaz don't know [Evil-E:] yeah nigga, I'm the pimp behind the wheels [Ice-T:] niggaz can't hear you motherfucker [Evil-E:] yeah, the pimp behind the wheels [Ice-T:] niggaz don't understand the level of this game baby [Evil-E:] Ice is down with the pimp behind the wheels [Ice-T:] niggaz, niggaz can't deal with this shit [Evil-E:] an untouchable with the pimp behind the wheels [Ice-T:] awww yeah [Evil-E:] LP's with the pimp behind the wheels Bodycount is with the pimp behind the wheels The Syndicate is with the pimp behind the wheels Hen-Gee is the pimp behind the wheels [Ice-T:] pimp behind the wheels, yeah [Evil-E:] That's right motherfucker, 1993's style Home Invasion Dedicating this shit to all the DJ's in all the motherfuckin' world [Ice-T:] this shit fly E [Evil-E:] and peace to all MC's in the world My nigga Ice on the wheels of steel, you know what I'm sayin' Total haze knows I whip nationwide [Ice-T:] shit makes you wanna hold your nuts [Evil-E:] you know what I'm sayin, and I'm outta this motherfucker [Ice-T:] Shits kinda fly, pimp shit, Evil-E style All the virgins thanks for nothing, look I got this DJ here E Yeah, that's for all the DJ's out there, y'all can suck my dick too, twice [Evil-E:] I'mthe pimp behind the wheels I'm dedicatin' this record to all the DJ's in the entire motherfuckin' world That's down with the Evil-E and my yellow nigga [Ice-T:] that's me hoe [Evil-E:] Peace to all the MC's in the house Peace to all the haze nose all over the world Let's get the fuck outta here |
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[ VERSE 1 ]
Woke up the other mornin, I heard a rumor They said the gang wars was over I told em they was bullshittin, they said it's real as hell Can't explain the way I felt Too many years I seen my brothers die And I can't say that shit was really that fly But I used to gangbang when I was younger So it's really hard to tell a kid that he's goin under I never thought I lived to see us chill Crips and Bloods holdin hands, the shit is ill But I love it, I can't help it Too much death on the streets, and we dealt it Van Ness Boys, The Hoovers, The 60s Bounty Hunters, 8-Treys, all coolin out, gee I pray the shit'll never stop You used to see the wrong colors, and the gats went pop-pop But now the kids got a chance to live And the O.G.'s got something to give That's love, black on black, that's how they made it And if any busters flip, they get faded L.A. is where I'm speakin of Peace to all the gangsters, cause I got a lotta love [ VERSE 2 ] I got a lotta love, cause you're all my brothers Red or blue, black's the color We got a chance, so we can really sweat the real fools Show those muthafuckas the real tools Check the enemy, it ain't the family Not 1-11, try L.A.P.D. They gotta understand, they beat on a blackman There's gonna be drama, know what I'm sayin? And if we flip, let's all flip together Cause I'm prepared, kid, for rough weather And we gotta realize, the boys on the east side You call em S-A's, I call em allies Because the day that we all unite Watch the pigs get real polite Punk muthafuckas gotta learn quick That we ain't takin no more shit L.A. is where I'm speakin of Peace to all the gangsters, cause I got a lotta love [ VERSE 3 ] Crenshaw Boulevard, Sunday afternoon Folks sittin on things, mad systems boom The girls are lookin better The gang truce is on, so you wear whatever At Venice by the ocean Rag-top Trey hits the three-wheel motion There's gangsters all around Still crazy sets, but you just don't clown I pray L.A. can stay this way It's the first summer I can really say I felt cool, we all chilled Went to the park, and nobody got killed Now if you got a problem, it's man on man You don't need a gang to solve em I seen the greatest thing I seen in my life Two brothers in a straight up fist fight Nobody pulled a gat, nobody jumped in Nobody pulled a knife, nobody got done in L.A. is where I'm speakin of Peace to my city, cause I got a lotta love [ VERSE 4 ] G-a-t-e-s, I hope you wear a vest Even after you're out the fuckin office Cause we're on a totally different tip Fuck that pig brutality shit This unity is gettin to me Every brother on the street is my homie I'm rollin through a hood that I never been And every brother steps to me as a friend I love it, I love it And nothin in my life will ever be above it We wanna see our kids all grown up We're tired of seein our hoods get blown up L.A. is a great place Fly girls, dope cars, life at a fast pace But gangbanging was killin it quick Another child got hit - bullshit Pop-pop-pop, 10 on a weekend We was goin off to deep end But now we got a chance, my friend To mend, and make the colors blend Let's all go out on a picnic, kick shit And squash all the static Last year I lost about five homies This shit is real to me L.A. is where I'm speakin of Peace to all the gangsters, cause I got a lotta love Yo This is goin out to all the gangbangers All over South Central Watts Inglewood All over L.A., basically East L.A. Youknowmsayin? It's basically goin down Peace to all the Crips and the Bloods Van Ness Boys Hoovers Rollin 60s 83's Bounty Hunters Yeah And the Jungle This is goin out to all the brothers over there in Watts You know what I'm sayin? Throwin it up Grape Street Nutty Blocc Front Hood And all them niggas out there in Compton Rollin 30s Harlem Ah yeah Pueblos Nickerson G's Peace Inglewood Family 18th Street South Loc And all the S-A homeboys All the different sets Every set, Crip, Blood What doesn't matter to me Cause I gotta love You know what I'm sayin? Hope the truce never ends Youknowsayin? We can do this |
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(feat. Shawnie Shawn)
[Shawnie Shawn] Yo, what's goin on Ice? [Ice-T] Yo what's up Shawnie Shawn? Man, just trippin off this girl, man [Shawnie Shawn] Girls? You? The Iceberg? Aw man, come on, spill it, man She was a swinger Talkin 'bout high post She was the most Knew she was fine, dope, fly She didn't have to try She brought a eye on my eye in a crowded club I tried to stare the girl down, but she didn't budge She moved through the crowd in a straight line The closer she got, mad thoughts ran through my mind Yo, what would I say, yo, how would I chill? My mind drew a blank, the whole scene was ill She stepped in the light, she was dynamite Her eyes said, "I wanna be with you all night I wanna rub you down, I wanna kiss, caress your soul Make your body warm and cold Do everything sexually you ever heard" And she hadn't said a single word.. I said, "Damn, what the hell am I gonna do?" But my eyes said the same things too I tried to speak, she put a finger across my lips Followed it with a kiss She said, "I want you bad," and she moved in next to me This woman spelled out ecstacy Said, "I've seen on the movies and TV I love your records, but I ain't no groupie Just wanna love ya, cause you're a real man And you deserve this lovin like only I can" I wanted her bad, and I am a man That night the shit hit the fan [Shawnie Shawn] Damn, man Keep on with it, man Come on now kick it, man You gotta kick it right, though Let me know what's up She had a 500 S-E-L airtight Cellular phone, brand-new, it was white on white As we walked to the car, I couldn't help but recognize Her small waist and sexy thighs She had a beach house she owned and a restaurant Took me in her crib and put Sade on As the waves hit the rocks in the moonlight She came up behind me and squeezed me real tight My mind started to trip, flip, roll, and roam What about my girl who's at sleep at home? But before I could lock in on that thought She broke out with a new men's watch that she had bought She put it round my wrist, it was a perfect fit And said in my ear, "Want you to have it" Then she unzipped her dress, dropped it to the ground My mind was totally blown by now She gazed at me nude in the moonlight Pumps still on, her body was firm and tight I looked at her breasts as they glistened and rised Right before my eyes And all I could say to myself was, "Damn.." The night the shit hit the fan [Shawnie Shawn] Man, man, man I understand... (The night the shit hit the fan) Come on now I feel it Come on (The night the shit hit the fan) Damn, man It's all that Shit Come on, Ice Kick that shit Now I'm a player, I been all around the world Made love to many girls But tonight this was the big league And I was worryin about fatigue I wanna do this girl, so she won't forget me And I knew that she'd let me She moved close and took my shirt off She said my skin was soft Then slipped her hand Between my stomach and my waist band Man, I couldn't take it no more Fuck the bedroom, we use the kitchen floor We hit skins all weekend We didn't even eat, we just hit em again I love to think about how it went down But she's no longer around Left town with some fly guy She's on some island drinkin D'Acqueray's and Mai Thai's But she gave me the keys to the beach house She knows what I'm about, at least now she figured out I ain't nothin but a straight up man And I might need those keys the next time the shit hits the fan Yeah Uh! Yeah Uh.. Yeah Uh I want her [Shawnie Shawn] Damn All that, all that And after all that You know? You always know, man In the long run You meet another one like the other one |
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* strictly best guess only on Daddy Nitro's reggae patois
[Daddy Nitro] Now hear dis! All bad man what dey a know The original bad man dey a know, seen? Daddy Nitro, an' Ice-T dey 'pon ? man Come talk wit reality An' any guy who nah like dey got shot in ? face No Ice-T, come talk wit reality star Tell dem bout da endin of da world today.. COME! [Ice-T] I got a attitude as thick as a convict's Bomb ticks, my heart beats as I rhyme over hard shit Watch this, the nigga that you didn't think could do break through with the rhythm that'll rock your whole crew Thought you knew; I ain't no punk or no pooh-butt Step to me, the cops are still diggin niggaz up What's up? What's up? What's up? You wanna try your luck You move you weave you bob you got stuck And now you're trippin with your fuckin brain You never seen so much blood pour through one vein You try to scream, you choke You try to run, your legs are broke You're bulletproof I hope.. Yo, I ain't no nigga to flex, but I will flip Fuck up a nigga and dropkick his fuckin bitch I love to squabble and I'm good widdit So if you want some nigga come get it I ain't trippin nigga trippin at all Yo, I'm fuckin walkin over weak rapper's downfalls It ain't my fault they fell, it ain't my fault I sell I pull my ass up from the depths of hell [Daddy Nitro] Lawd! Jib-bibbidy-bong, jib-bibbidy-be-bong-ska-dang Daddy Nitro an' Ice-T come wid a different some-thang Comin out de ghetto tings are wild like pure 'ell Nuff man get ? in my firebomb sale Some a sell coke but the music we a sell We no inna doubt, we don't want no ambulance bell While other lyrics are full of our style we fill up our clientele Ice-T an' Nitro from the, depths of 'ell, COME! [Ice-T] You punks are jealous cause I'm rollin in fly shit My shit, all paid for and I don't owe no guy shit Fuck you, it ain't my fault your ass is on empty Thought you was it, but you're smooth gettin pimped G.. .. I ain't no hoe fool Got much respect for the new and the old school But many rappers can rip mics but can't count.. .. zero bank amounts Word and many critics are hot cause hard rap hits They like to make it all soft that we pop shit Fuck that, I'll die before I let the hardcore go Cause I'm a nigga from the G-H-E-T-T-O I got a posse who's airtight, quick to fight And got the power to continue or end the night And if you stepped on wrong, then you're a done kid The yellow tape's in the club because one did I got no pity so don't ask me for fuckin any I'll break a bum off but you niggaz can't get a penny When I was broke, I stole my gold, I pawned I lived the life of a hustler off and on I'm just a brother that lived to tell I brought my ass up from the depths of hell [Daddy Nitro] Come! In a de ghetto tings are wild round de clock Some man a smoke crack and soem man a fire shot Me tell de people dem laws, that we no inna dat If a guy try dat thing we get them sixteen shotta It's a lovely night ?? ?? off de chatta Easy Ice-T make them no say you a mark-a Anyway we go on I bet a no say we stop wit lyrics and de music and right on de ? EASE UP and come again my selector All over de world is only for pain an' sufferin That's why Ice-T and Daddy Nitro come wit the reality thing Nice this everytime star Man like Ice-T 'pon the ?? man Come in star, one last time and teach dem bout reality Now watch dis, COME! [Ice-T] I met this girl who act like I owed her somethin Nothin, all I owed her was some good steady fuckin Fuck that, not the one that's gonna fall on no hoe trap Ease back bitch, before you need all your teeth back.. .. I ain't no fuckin mark Made all my money workin bowcutters in the dark Snatch bars and cars and vice grips Long handled sledgehammers, saws and wire snips I got an ill side that drips from my brain at times It still thinks of the psycho and brutal crimes I still remember when I had a low cash flow No hoes, no cars, no gear no dough And times got wicked.. .. I even remember havin to sell all my pawn tickets But suckers spread out and they left me with few friends But that's who wit me as we fuck up the true ends So don't be trippin if your luck's gone bad, be glad It'll empty out the fake fuckin friends you had Then get yourself together, nigga aim straight Shoot point blank at your goals, work hard and wait You can do it even if you fell I brought my ass back from the depths of hell [Daddy Nitro] Cause we are serious, en-ter-tain-ers Talk about de Ice-T, he no joker Cause we are serious, en-ter-tain-ers Talk about de Daddy Nitro me no joker Me come and pull up my lyrics and full up my style and full up our lingual As me sit upon de riddim I'ma sit on proper As me flow upon de riddim like a rockin of de gong Me sit upon de riddim like a true ?? Man no listen Daddy Nitro like a fierce ?? Me flow upon de mic from a ?? area Pam pamma, original chat masta Me pam pamma, original chat masta Me pam pamma, me come fi set fi dance pon fiyah An' if it's on, well you must fi chant up hiyah Me say dis a Daddy Nitro steppin ?? ?? Come down, no try to diss and no dismiss de kid As me sit upon de riddim wit de man Ice-T All of de massive up here listen to me Respect me come from inner New York Ci-ty Die gon test me, man go dead and buried, COME! Ease up man, FIYAH Wicked every time.. woy! Woy! Woy! Woy! |
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[Ice-T]
Yeah, last year a lot of motherfuckers ask me Why did you no ??? some shit But this year I went to Miami and got my nigger From 2 Live Brother Marquis in the house [Brother Marquis] Yeah I am the motherfuckin nigger [Ice-T] Yeah, we are goin to answer the questions about girl problems Always nigger has his girl problem, Marq [Brother Marquis] Ah, tell'em man, tell'em [Ice-T] Lemme tell you what time is it... [Ice-T] I got a whore from the east Got a whore from the west Got a whore that likes to jack it off And rubb it in her chest I got a whore from the north A whore from the south A whore that likes to suck at long and hold it in her mouth I got a bitch with hair A bitch with none A bitch with a knife A bitch with a gun A bitch with an ass bigger than the T.V. set And there is a bitch over there Hey the one I am gonna get But yo, maybe not, she might not like me though No sweat to event I sell my sister though, word. I sell the whole damn herd I fuck em all and leave em on the curb I got a bitch with a mic Who like perfector link Who likes to fuck me with her ass up on the kitchen sink Got a bitch with tits A bitch with ass A bitch with none But hey I give her the best But I love em all I love em crazily And they love me back thats why they stay with me So if you have a girl problem I'll be there for you son Got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one Hit it No a bitch ain't one [Ice-T] I got a bitch thats old A bitch who is new A bitch who likes velvet in the colors blue I got a bitch who is fat A bitch who is built A bitch that all her titties give up her milk I got a bitch who is funny A bitch who ain't A bitch who can sing A bitch who can't A bitch who love fuckin on the airplane I even got a bitch off soul train (not for sure) I got a bitch who is over ragged up pins Long ends I got a bitch who is broke as a bomb But she is the most fun I got a bitch who play piano A bitch who don't A bitch who dances naked A bitch who won't A bitch who's short A bitch who's tall A bitch who burns my pager with priority calls And I love em all I love em crazily And they love me back thats why they stay with me So if you have a girl problem I'll be there for you son Got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one Hit me [Ice-T] Yo Marquis you from Miami man, Why won't you show those motherfuckers all the over the world That 2 Live style of how a bitch is threated Motherfucker a nigger like you [Brother Marquis] I got 99 problems a bitch ain't one I am going not to threat any whores Cause I don't need none of em Push them to temptation Ditch to persuasion All the whores suck cock Nigger how you play em Thats why I don't sleep with em I just freak on em Gig the dick in their mouth Take it out And I sky on them That nigger that white nighter The bitch exciter I only love my whores when I go up inside em Problem number one is gettin money I rather take the green than sit the honey So don't expect none Cause I ain't offering And I go hunting my bitch cause I ain't softening Cause I never never softening Pulling demands on em Fuckin em and scream on them The wham bamb thank you mam The game is ran on em So fuck how you feel You are fuckin cheap thrill I hope you took the pill I won't pay the bill Getting pussy is just another expense Your pussy pays the bills The dick pays the rent I only need a hope from one thing and thats to come I've got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one [Ice-T] Ha! You Marquis my motherfuckin you got problems man ? A bitch ain't one Ah shit Let me tell you how to do that shit [Ice-T & (Marquis)] (I got a bitch that loves to gink) She'll fuck you After she fucks me (I got a bitch who loves both) I got a bitch who loves handcuffs and ropes I got a bitch that's fast A bitch that's slow (A bitch that is a virgin And a bitch that is a hoe) A bitch that lies (A bitch that trues) A bitch who is a man Because they are bitches too I got a bitch that is cool (A bitch that is hut) A bitch who loves rap A bitch who loves rock A bitch who is lost And one who know what is that She gets right in front of me And posses like a cat [Brother Marquis] I got a bitch that runs I got a bitch that walks I got a bitch that yells I got a bitch who talk [Ice-T] I got a bitch that is dirty Got a bitch that is neat I got a super farm bitch that I am not gonna swap me And I love em all I love em crazily And they love me back thats why they stay with me So if you have a girl problem I'll be there for you son Got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one Hit me [Ice-T] No a bitch ain't one [Marquis] Ah, you know a bitch ain't one Outro: [Ice-T] You know what I am saying I got problems my motherfuckin rent Marquis But a bitch ain't one [Brother Marquis] Maybe got yourself nothing man Fucking Ragging Spanking Assholes nigger [Ice-T] A bitch ain't one I got a problems stay out here on the streets With the police tryin to take them out You know But a bitch ain't one Got problems motherfuckers Buying my records But a bitch ain't one [Brother Marquis] Fuck em all Fuck em motherfucker [Ice-T] You know what I am saying A bitch ain't one Got problems man [Brother Marquis] All of motherfuckers kiss my motherfuckin ass |
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(Intro: Ice-T)
Yeah, Ice-T nigga, Seventh Deadly Sin It's all about that hardcore mind Got my nigga Radzay, my nigga Bazaro, my girl Gripsta in the house We gonna do it for all the hardcore niggas out there like this... (Radzay) A hard hit makes a soft ass, that's what they told me huh! I'm totally gone, I'm in another zone nigga put me on this We layin' stick, my lyrics is heat Havin' visions of ritual mirrors inside my sleep - nigga peep I remember watchin' the news, dead people in jimmy bag I got a Nine nigga get me mad And watch me throw up razorblades and get to trippin' I'm cats and crippin', lickin' is civil like Jack the Ripper I'm on a mission drippin'-a-fog An when it sees a million motherfuckers deceased some of police are brutal hog, I'm actor-baitin' No hesitation to slice a motherfucker in thirty places Fuck a case - ain't leavin' traces here to Redder-Dip I'm aimin' a - automatic find a bitch I'm hangin' up Protainin' up, boss strangler, better save my mother Flat packs will end as brothers - the bloody covers Bloody gloves like Yo-J, AK's my brainwaves I'll strung a nigga all day to my dear play you won't be comin' back I put that on my dear pops when I blast a fierce drop My bloody mask revealin' Jason it's non-stop The cemetary is what you facin' My steel shot is smokin' like chainsaws, brains call recommend that you get your homies and watch your motherfuckin' game fall (Chorus) I only like my shit hardcore (Radzay, South Central L.A. nigga) I only like my shit hardcore I only like my shit hardcore I only like my shit hardcore (Ice-T) Prepare for the night that you never wanted These streets is taunted, blacked out impala with the big rims on it Hit'cha corner with the lights out, bitch it's on Duck down wit'cha kids, you know what you did Motherfuck what your niggas say, watch for the ricochet it's gonna be hard to hear much, once my trigger spray That's neither here nor there, just beware Cause when I bust off my gat flings like a roll flair You now listenin' to - the most hated and most loved at the same time cuz Ice nigga what the fuck you wanna do about a T Most'cha bitch niggas can't fuck with me Cause your chin-chalked talk I can see through Like you're rollin' in a phat V-12 Bulllshit - pull quick and have your shit cocked or dropped Keep a spare clip cause sometimes the shots don't stop It's motherfuckin' game to rap about, shits' for real Double action, ain't gotta cock back no more Got you bitch-ass niggas sweatin' like Taibo Rather lookin', in my face, I'm just checkin' my flow So, I advise you to keep it in the studio Your attittude, you don't wanna meet me dude My crews' like a fuckin' wild bunch of escaped beasts Like scientists, cross cells of apes and G's All the war - get you battle gear, black fatigues You talk shit, your crews' catch a casualty, uh! (Chorus) I only like my shit hardcore (Ice-T nigga, what?) I only like my shit hardcore I only like my shit hardcore I only like my shit hardcore (Bazaro) Aiyyo my style be official, I bust like a pistol Criminal - the issue, mad shit the nigga been through Peep now, system, handcuffs nigga listen Word up, robbin' white boys to buy blunts The representative - GorTek Assassin thought to be a stallion Yo I be splashin' Street Wars The hardcore Ambassador in a black four door Akaror, I attach yours The Marquise piece, gold teeth and medallion Heads I be sappin' like the grams I be baggin' Fightin' women, cut throat and tree smokin' Violatin', infiltratin', blunt bakin' Block regulatin', the cake, bake, a brick flippin' Green expedition thicker to body stickin' Bazaro, yo I got the hardcore flow I drop to put a rock from the Bronx y'all know (Chorus) I only like my shit hardcore (Bazaro, Boogie down Bronx baby) I only like my shit hardcore (Grip) On the mic, Grip be flexin' Who's next to wreck when I mic check, mic check I'm checkin' any verbal an' steppin' What the fuck nigga duck you ain't fuckin' with this Get touched cause I lust to bust when I clutch with the quickness, killin' lyricist when I spit this Who's next on my hitlist when I rip this Lyrically I'm material, the Rap War General droppin' hoes quicker than a syllable, yeah you killable Your style, unfillable, wishin' my shit was stillable I eel for the fuck of it, queen you know I'm lovin' it Dick, never suckin' it unless I see a buck in it You need the whip, cluck it kid, I'm furious Leavin' your crew delirious so you don't take it serious I'm guessin' you was serious about the West, none test I got the rep for my niggas on the shaw Got the ball, fuck the law and yep I wet 'em out As I proceed to spread 'em out and dead 'em out Spray 'em out, lay 'em out Ain't no surprise, come see me with four eyes Young Grip I'm a prize, prepare for you demise Recognize I put a hole in the local aforenor Nigga this is Coroner (Ice-T) Gripsta, Oakland, California I only like my shit hardcore... |
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Yo, Ice, you been down with the struggle for a long time, man...
Why don't you drop some knowledge for these brothers who want to get involved in this war... Take notes: real gangstas wear trench coats Grey suits, black ties and they seek votes And you're not to be misled They'll kill you in your fuckin' bed They don't sell dope, yo, excuse me, yes they do But they don't look that much like me or you But if you pull up the sheets and expose them They'll crawl up like snakes and show fangs of venom Now I've been soldier for years Representin' the tattooed tears Other brothas locked up with no choice Left in the bowels of devil with no voice My phones are tapped, my crib is bugged My car is tailed from club to club And this ain't no fuckin' joke They want to see a nigga broke You can't slip, if you slip you're out You gotta know what you're talkin' about Drop science every chance you get Hit direct and indirect, speak in code Cause you're never alone That's why I use this low tone Follow this and you might grow older This is a message to the soldiers... Now they killed King and they shot X Now they want me, you could be next All you gotta do is speak too loud All you gotta be is be too proud Cause once you let'em know Who you are and where you're at You better watch your back Cause you might think you're just dope While you're livin' in a sniper's scope I'm not tryin' to scare you But there's a danger if you get too deep Some nights I don't sleep All you wanna do is tell the truth All you wanna do is save the youth Ice Cube knows, Souljah knows, P.E. knows They throw death blows And if you got kids or a girl that's true They'll move on them too But when I'm gone I need you to carry on You gotta be strong and fight for our salvation But there will be retaliation, soldier... To think that rap could be attacked Is ignorin' the simple fact That they never ment us to speak They had planned to keep the black man weak But rap hit the streets Black rage amplified over dope beats Now they want to shut us down And they don't fuck around Check the history books, son Black leaders die young They tell us that your words are scary They're revolutionary Because we speak the truth About crime and drugs And expose the real thugs This info is not beneficial To the groups that go by three initals So they try to discredit They'll dog you with an edit Print the words the way you never said it But we gotta make'em regret it, soldiers... Word! I know a lot of brothas out there want to get in this war... You know what I'm sayin'? a lot of sistas got a lot of knowledge to drop on our people but right now they're movin' to shut down all hip-hop! The first amendment had absolutely nothin' to do with black people at the time constitution was written, we were considered nothin' but property...The expectation of havin' black people speak on records never came to mind, so we gotta move! But belive me all the black leaders have been silenced and most of the time it's been violent so if you choose to get in this war, realize what you're in for but we gotta move on... And we gotta stay strong... Message to the soldiers, welcome to the struggle... Message to the soldiers, be careful, soldiers... |
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I was born in new jersey, I said it before
But I guess nobody heard me My mother died young No sistas or brothas, I was the only son When I was twelve my pops died too What a brotha was supposed to do? They sent me out West To live with my aunt I guess they though it was the best But there was no love there Growin' with no moms I guess I was prepared to live in a vacuum The bedroom the kitchen, the hall and the bathroom I didn't leave home much, didn't like L.A. Didn't have no friends to trust Got busted to a school Blacks and whites, I guess the shit was cool But in highschool I changed Didn't wanna bust, didn't wanna play the game I walked to Crenshaw high, shit was fly I hooked up with new cru Some brothas that knew what the fuck to do You might call it gang but we called it a set And it was our own thang The whole school was down And one way or another everybody fucked around When the hardcore or not you wore the right color or your ass got shot That's how i'm livin'... I did three years in and made close friends Havin' no love my homies came my only I was glad: a family I never had But I grew up fast got a girl on 10th grade pregnant Needin' cash, I had to change my style Switched from bangin' to hustlin' No more goin' buckwild Had to get a cashflow But my hustle was weak, it was a no go I join the army, four years in that shit Be all fucked you can be Came back to the hood My homies had done good Had elevated their game About 100 gees a lick, no mothafuckin' shame Passed for the jewels Baby sledgehammers with the tools I speak on this with a hesitation Even though it passed the statue of limitation... I checked the bank Bought a porsche and gear, earn high streetrank But as I grew my whole crew fell thru Cops had us on the books as innerstate crooks Murder robbery rape escape, the whole damn nine You robbed a nigga blind I had too much juice, I cut my boosters loose I was intread with the pimpgame Took on the ice-name But the pimpgame moved too slow Especially for a nigga who was hooked on quick dough In one nite late I was in a carwreck And I was lucky to escape Hospital for teen weeks, in bed almost dead And when I got well, I got gaught in a cross And got locked in a jailcell That's how I'm livin'... They cutted me loose And I had to change troops This time they didn't catch me Next time they'll strecth me Cause my time was gettin' short All my homies was in court Or locked in a hole, this shit was gettin' old So I changed my life Putted down the gun and picked up the mic It took ten years to get from there to here But I still keep a gun, cops got me on the run And they hate me more now Than they ever did before My homies came back from pen And we all worked together True friends but every once and while Some punk mistakes me as a junk And he gets in my face Wrong mothafuckin' place And I aint lyin', that's how you dyin'... |
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Come on
Come on [ VERSE 1 ] Do this, ugh, come on, come on Time to get wreck and kick the so on and so on The I-c-e-T O.G. M.C. L.A.P.D. H-a-t-e- s (Ho!) Watch the mic blow I flip scripts, and the Dump drops the Ammo Time to get wreck with the new style It's '93 and MC's are gettin buck wild But I - ain't a - nigga That's gonna get left with a big zero as a figure I'm gonna end up with a big sum Cause if you don't like one jam, I always got another one Different, specifically I don't copy Tear up the track if the flow sounds sloppy I don't play one game I bust about a dozen cuts on my lp's, none the same [ CHORUS ] |
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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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"Yo whats up man? Yeah I gotta trunk fulla this shit
Word, broads still with me man, comin over to grapevine right now Yo I can't talk right now man, I gotta get off this phone" Damn, how'd I get into this scam Roll in a car with the trunk worth 5000 grand I came up from the curb, word First thing it rocks, now my ride's packin crazy birds I gotta freak in the front seat She got crazy game, might even have more than me And thats why I don't trust, I ain't no busta One wrong move and I'll dust her But she knows that, keeps a gat Works much plastic, always stays on phat She said she loves me Looks deep in my eyes, sometimes cries, all lies She only loves my cash flow, long dough The falso love of a pimp and a hoe But me and her gotta job to do Get this luggage back to the crew She got scanner, I hadta listen to the pigs talk And if they speakin about us then its jumpin off But I ain't sweatin them at all 2 cops'll roll up and 2 cops'll fall The lines on the highway, I'm makin my mind drift away To my last jail stay 5 years for a 459 I'm never goin back, no matter what the crime Surrenderin ain't me Fuck that, I'm holdin court in the street G For a nigga like me there ain't no ounce My life filled with drug busts and shoot outs Pure ghetto anger, pure ghetto anger Pure ghetto anger, I'm addicted to danger Some nights I crash clubs Rollin with the posse made of well-known thugs Cool out with the freaks Truckin much jewels, beggin for beef Thens some niggaz roll up Lookin for a way to pump the reps up But I ain't the one I'm handin out beat downs, no need for guns Sometimes I gotta ask myself Is all this buck whylin good for a niggaz health? I don't know why Am I suicidal, do I wanna die? The answerin, simple A headache throbs in my temple It says it ain't fair, it says it ain't right It says its goin down tonight We finally made it to the drop spot King and Weston Ave, snoody fox The posse was there, but it ain't right Fuckin police lights Its all goin down that road blocks I never seen that many cops It was a setup, my whole damn crew's gettin wet up Big time, some motherfucker dropped a dime But even in the flurry of gun shots My adrenaline was boilin hot I crash down on the floor of the ride Punch the gas, drove that benz through they punk ass Hit Vernor doin 90 Looked in the rear-view, no one behind me I got on the phone Called up the homies to see what went wrong But no time to sweat that I still gotta trunk fulla shit, I was on phat I just need a cool place to hide Dumped the benzo, slammed the G ride Me and a freak hit a motel crash spot The streets was hot Rubbed me down, said she adored me Said the gunfire made her horny The she pushed me back on the bed Licked me head to toe, toe to head Then I closed my eyes real slowly Is this love? No not me Then I felt a pain in my chest The smell of gun powder and burnt flesh I looked in her face, opened my mouth And then her badge came out |
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Yeah! Right about now motherfuckers is layin for a nigga like me Ice-T to bust some freestyle shit... but I don't do that I just cold lounge up here at the Ammo Dump with my nigga Alladdin, SLJ, LP and my nigga Henry G Yeah, we do the shit like this Verse One: The card after the ace is deuce So cut the nigga loose on the 3 That's me The motherfuckin T I got ride on my surfboard Rhyme hard But only buy the shit that I can't afford That's everything That's why I truck big fat rings Cause in the motherland gold is for kings I got backup To jack up Punks who try to act up Do a world tour Watch the big bank stack up Motherfuckers get dropped with the quickness I got an ill left and a right fist Make mistakes and you'll lose Or you might die Cause I'm the wrong Ice for your bruise And that's no lie Meanwhile the penile is stacked to the top with my niggaz Mostly for squeezin triggas I call em homies Pigs call em crooks So I write and put bucks on they books I give a fuck about a cop or a G-man They all talk shit Their breath smellin like semen I catch em in the alley all alone Put em in the prone Pop! Pop! Pop! To the dome Chorus: It's the G-style Gangsta style Verse 2: G Style, The gangsta talk I got a teflon .9 And it eats vest I take a motherfucker out quick Just for talkin shit Ride Rolls Catch hoes like a mitt LA, Atlanta, New York Yo, my shit rocks Chi-town, Miami, Detroit I get much props Because I roll with the hardcore G Every street's the same street to me I don't bullshit I don't quit Writin a rhyme fit KKK pray each day That I get hit Motherfuckers try to flip on the Icepick Move and slip Close the eyes and catch a fuckin clip Not in the ghetto no more But I do hang Got a black game And it's sittin on them thangs I kick the game from the street Not the slamma Tighten up my knockas with a big lead hammer Chorus Verse Three: Some of the times I write my raps with extreme speed Some of the times I take the pen and make pads bleed My mind clicks to Homocide Bullets fly Ladies cry A lot of people die Some nights I can't right Stare at the blue lines I think I'm a go blind Then the beat becomes me Sit in the dark And write a whole fuckin LP G Style, the gangsta talk Never near soft Hard as a knockout bout It's no sellout I keep crime in my rhyme Cause it's my thing Packed with guns And drugs And lots of street slang A-B-C-D-E-F, and LAPD Words from a motherfuckin OG Ammo Dump pumps the sounds that you bump in your trunk So turn it up punk What'cha fraid of? What'cha made of? Pull the pin Set the grenade off Blastin sounds out ya jeep On every city street, nigga Straight gangsta beat Chorus Verse Four: Many like to dress the style, and act hardcore Many motherfuckers are and they crack jaws I like to lay in the cut In a nightclub Don't smoke bud Drink suds But I gets loved, mack, cool I scope the freak with the mad backs Hit her with the gangsta style Cool, relaxed, bam Put her in the Benz Bump Too $hort, let her know Right off the top, what's my sport You think long You think wrong You got it goin on, baby doll? But I won't sing you no love song You either love me Or you don't You're either rollin tonight Or you won't She likes the style Cause it don't bullshit around Tounge in my ear, real slow And then it went down I gotta flip into a ill mode Pack a clip full of hype tracks And then unload Music for the hardcore beatdown No weak pop shit Strictly underground And if you don't like the style, as I get wreck Ease back nigga, catch a knife through the neck Chorus |
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