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from Ice-T - Rhyme Pays (1987)
It's time to start the party if ya'll don't mind
Me and "E" clean our Adidas with 409 He rocks the highs,I dog the bass Ya wanna hear us rock? Here's a taste!!! Every day I make a sandwich with ham and cheese Use miracle whip,I don't like mayonnaise I eat a can of beans,good for my heart About 1 a.m.,I always..... Far from me to bite anothers rhyme They're just too easy to write I do'em two at a time Like doggin' the wax and ya don't quit And if you didn't like that then suck my.... Dictations how I write my raps Cold maxin' with two freaks upon my lap Chillin' on the phone,bookin' more def shows An' if the freaks get illy I smack the.... Whole days of my life are spent inside my bed Just maxin' an' relaxin' like I'm at club med Ya say you like this record,you think it's fun? Party people get stupid we just begun!!! (break) You're get,get,gettin' real stupid As the beat hits your body get ill!!! You ain't dumb you paid dollars to party go off!! The girl you're dancin' with has got great hips bug out!! Go on homeboy and grab her..... Tape recorder turn up the bass No time to waste just dog the place R-R-R-Rocket like a missile in space Evil E keeps his 1200s in an anvil case We fly T.W.A.,Pan Am,P.S.A To places close to home,far away L.A.,New York,Detroit,Miami If I see a girl and like her then I let her see my.... Jam rockin's how I got my fame,Ice capital T Evil E's his name If you can't see who's rockin' you must be blind You better clean your gazelles with some 409!!! Go Ice get busy (x2) Go Evil Get busy (X2) Turn up your stereo,equalize treble Bass be kickin' stupid hard as metal On the mic tonight that's right your rhyme opponent M.C. Ice-T just microphonin' 33 and 1/3 revolutions per minute This record is def because my heart is in it Vocals laid by the Ice,tempos tight and precise Special effects will be created by an editor's splice The funk is in it,ya dig it so stop that frontin' Bust a move to my groove work your body do somethin' No way in the world that you can deny my method As my record rotates,my words get more impressive I'm an M.C., Evil's my Dj on Sire Records not M.C.A. C.B.S.,Capitol,cause they move too slow Now Sire/Warner Bros. clocks all the dough As the record revolves money's gettin' made A.S.C.A.P. pays me every time it's played I chill in def leathers pure silks and suede And the gold around my neck will never fade Down with my Syndicate organized rhyme Kickin' def tempos that I design And if you can't hear'em thats such a crime You better wash your dirty ears with some 409 I always rhyme elite,stay on beat Travel in a posse when I walk the street Loved to say my rhymes when I used to max Now I don't speak much,I save my words for wax I just wanna make a little point in this song With a little nonsense we can all get along and on and on Till the break'a break of dawn This jam will never play out because the grooves too strong Guys grab a girl,girls grab a guy If a guy wants a guy,please take it outside I wanna make ya enjoy yourself On the mic tonight Ice-T!!Who else? Evil's on the cuts,Henry Gee's shot gun Islam's my producer,Bambattas son Bronx Style Bob's cold watchin' my back Melle Mel's just layin' for some punks to act wack Grandmaster Caz and Donald D ,Scott La Rock Red Alert,Chuck Chill Out If you're down with my crew you will be fine But if you ill we'll get dirty-bring your 409!! (BREAK) 409...... |
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from Ice-T - Rhyme Pays (1987)
6'n the morning' police at my door
Fresh adidas squerk across the bathroom floor Out the back window I make a escape Don't even get a chance to grab my old school tape Mad with no music but happy 'cause I'm free And the streets to a player is the place to be Gotta knot in my pocket weighin' at least a grand Gold on my neck my pistols close at hand I'm a self-made monster of the city streets Remotely controlled by hard hip hop beats But just livin' in the city is a serious task Didn't know what the cops wanted Didn't have the time to ask -Word- Seen my homeboys coolin' way out told 'em bout my mornin' Cold bugged' em out shot allmenn little dice until my knees got sore Kicked around some stories bout the night before Possed to the corner where the fly girls chill Through action at some freaks until one bitch got ill She started actin' stupid simply would not quit Called us all punk pussies said we all weren't shit As we walked over to here hoe continued to speak So we beat the bitch down in the god damn street But just livin' in the city a serious task Bitch didn't know what hit her didn't have time to ask -Word- Continued clockin' freaks with emcee posterior Rollin' in allmenn blazer with a louie interior Solid gold the ride was raw Bust allmenn left turn was on Crenshaw Sean-e-sean was the driver Known to give freaks hell Had a beeper goin' off like a high school bell Looked in the mirror what did we see ? Fuckin' blue lights L.A. P.D. Pigs searched our car, their day was made Found allmenn uzi, 44 and a handgranade Threw us in the county high power block No freaks to see no beats to rock Didn't want trouble but the shit must fly Squabbled this sucker shanked' em in the eye But livin' in the county is a serious task Niga didn't know what happend Didn't have time to ask Back on the streets after five and a deuce Seven years later but still had the juice My homeboy Ken Gee put me up the track Told me E's rollin' Villain - BJ's got the sack Bruce is a giant - Nat C's clockin' Dough Be bop's a pimp. My old freaks a hoe The batter rams rollin' rocks are the thing Life has no meaning and money is king Then he looked at me slowely and Hen had to grin He said Man you out early we thought you got ten Opened his safe kicked me down with cold cash Knew I would get busy- He didn't waste time to ask -word- I bought a Benz with the money the rest went to clothes Went to the strip strted pimpin' the hoes My hair had grew long on my seven year stay And when I got it done on my shoulders it lay Hard from the joint but fly to my heart I didn't want no trouble but the shit had to start Out with my crew some ounks got loud Shot gun blasts echoed throug the crowd Six punks hit two punks died All casualities appiled to their side Human lives has to pass just for talking much trash We didn't know who they were - No one had the time to ask -Word- Part Two Swat team leader yelled hit the floor Reached in my pocket pulled my 44 Dove across the room peeped out the window Twenty cops jumped behind a Pinto Out the back door like some damn track stars Broke down an alley jumped into a car Suckers didn't even see us They musta been Blind Black wire touched red the car was mine We hadn't done nothin' but some suckers got shot Hit the first turn god damn road block Broke through the block and we did it fast Cops wouldn't shot us on sight They wouldn't took time to ask -Word- The rollers gave chase at a serious speed One more conviction was all I need This shit was for real This was no La-Di-Da-Di Cause the boys had to pin the shit on somebody And me and my crew we were known to get ill We carried heat for protection but not to kill We bust a corner doin 60 one police car spun And all I was thinkin was murder one Bust a move into an alley and did it right And me and my vrew we're gone into the night Broke to my old lady's who drew me a bath She didn't even know what happend Didn't care Didn't ask -Word- Qwe made love like crazy on top of the sheets This girlie was my worlie a natural freak She ran her tonuge over each and every part of me Then she rocked my amadeus as I watched TV A technican with a mission that's what she was If there had been a crowd she would of got an applause This girl did everything on earth to me that could be done The she backed off and teased me so I couldn't come Then she cold got stupid pushed me on the floor Had me beggin' to stop as I was acreamin' for more After she waxed by body she let me crash She knew her lovin' was def She didn't waste time to ask -Word- Up the next mornin' feelin good as hell Sleepin' with a girlie sure beats a cell Hit the boulevard in my A.M.G. Hoe's catchin' whiplash tryin' to glimpse the T Ring on my mobile yes celluar Got to have a phone when I'm in my car Was my homeboy Red Some say he's insane Broke his bitch jaw for smkin' came Told me to meet him at the airporrt Said he's jumpin' bail said he just left court Caught the first thing smokin' in a serious dash Didn't know where we were going. Didn't care Didn't ask -Word- Fell a sleep on the plane and so did he Woke up chillin' in N.Y.C. Called up my posse when I got there Hit the Latin qarter Union Square Rooftop Devil's nest the rest we passed Back doored the Palladium just for class About 4 am we crashed the deuce We never catch static 'cause my boys got juice Deuced it to the Bronx to rest our heads Where a shoot out jumped off mine people lay dead It sounded like it happend with a mac 10 blast But it was 6'in the mornin' We didn't wake up to ask..... -Word- |
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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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from Ice-T - Home Invasion (2003)
[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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from Ice-T - Home Invasion (2003)
"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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"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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"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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from Tank Girl (탱크 걸) [ost] (1995)
It's goin' down. Yo the girl got a gun,
best run. Because she's quick to flip and empty out the clip, and make a man understand where she's comin' from. The hardcore's connected to the base of her fate. She just breaks and bring drama to the situation, ejaculation of my projectile, she's buck wild. Better recognize when she comes she comes correct. Collects respect and if not, you catch a broken neck. Buddy look down and your shirts all bloody, looks like she caught you with a bad one for messin with da mad one. Told you bout this girl before, you didn't listen to me. As I talk, now you're stalked by the hunter of the fronter, who's size five and sexy. Quick, they catch your body and another one next week. Huh it doesn't matter cuz the girl stays strapped she says she had enough of men and now she's lookin for payback. And there's no way you can fade her son. She walks softly but she carries a big gun. Chorus: She walks softly but she carries a big gun. She walks softly but she carries a big gun. She walks softly but she carries a big gun. And there's no way that you can fade her son. She walks softly but she carries a big gun. She walks softly but she carries a big gun. She walks softly but she carries a big gun. She walks softly but she carries a big gun. The most venemous feminist, homie, she ain't soft. You give her trouble then she might cut your head off. Or something that you like to think's the best: she'll blow big holes in your chest. She says she gotta cuz she says a lotta ladies won't She says she gotta cuz she says a lotta ladies don't She says she gotta cuz she says a lotta ladies can't She says she gotta cuz she knows a lotta ladies romance the thoughts of giving men their own medicine. Electrocute 'em light 'em up like Con Edison, she got no fear five rings in their ear, holes in their nose, way-out clothes. Living life to the fullest buck shot and bullets. Triggers she'll pull it, Earth she wanna rule it. Maybe she will cuz she's quick to kill. The city lights make her dresses tight, yes she bites. You never know where she'll come from. She walks softly but she carries a big gun (chorus) You got no time to trip or argue, you're through. I'll bet she gets ya. Homeboy you'll catch a stretcher like so many before. She's on a bodycount tour. But not rock, she's puttin sucker punks in cops. You say she's nothin but a woman then you come up shot. You say "Why you wanna kill me?" and she says "why not?" Pop she got a body that'll make you cry. Pop she got a shotty that'll make you die. Don't bring drama to her homie, cuz you'll wind up flat. She'll put your ass horizontal then she'll peel your cap. She got no lovin', love is something that she never had. She loved her mother but she hate her motherfucking dad. So stay the hell out her way, cuz the girl don't play, NONE. She walks softly but she carries a big gun. She walks softly but she carries a big gun. (x3) So don't even try to play her, son. She walks softly but she carries a big gun. (x3) So don't even try to front, son. She walks softly but she carries a big gun. (until fade-out) |
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from Ice-T - OG Original Gangster (1991)
I once knew this brother Who I thought was cool with me Chilled out together Even went to school with me Fly nigga, my ace boon coon Used to low ride together Shot dice in the bathroom Ya want trouble? Well trouble ya found Cause we diss ya, then issue The critical beat down He needed money I would always come through Needed a car? He could use mine too But bust this! Out on the street People say he was riffin' Callin' me a sucker Talkin' bout how foul I'm livin' Someone heard him Poppin' that shit last week Frontin' for some pussy From some big butt freak Sayin' I'm his worker I was on his dick! Talkin' that craazy old weak assed shit and after all of that She still walked away How ya gonna diss your boy To get some play? And when I stepped to him about it He said, "Who snitched?" [CHORUS] Yo, how did he go out? He went out like a bitch! So ladies We ain't just talkin' bout you Cause some of you niggas Is bitches too! I knew this brother named Mitch Stone player He meet a girl, in five min. he lay her Trucked crazy jewels Hands smothered in ice Been to prison not once, but twice Kept a stupid thick posse Made of thugs and Crooks and hoods and vet hustlers Who were up to no good But they all stood behind him and watched his back That's the only way To roll on the track But yo, Mitch got rushed by feds last week The snatchbared the runk Of his white Corniche Took a look inside And what did they see? Two keys, and a gallon of PCP! Oh shit! The thought crashed Mitch's subliminal Three strikes, that's called Habitual criminal So insted of goin' under He snitched on his whole posse Maxed at the crib And sipped Martini and Rossi Sold out his whole crew That rat named Mitch [CHORUS] I knew this guy That was never that fly Couldn't act cool Even when he tried When we played rough He always cried When he told stories, he always lied A Black brother Who was missin' the cool part He had the color But was missin' the true heart When we would fight He would always go down quick So he took karate and he still got his ass kicked But now he's married And he kicks his wife's ass Says it comes from problems That he had in the past Doesn't like Blacks Claims he's upper class Joined the police, got himself a badge Now he rolls the streets and he's cut to jack Doggin' young brothers Cause they usually don't fight back Got a White partner And he asked for that and every night Another head they crack So now he's big man But he really ain't shit! [CHORUS] Out one night with my crew and some new kid I didn'T know homeboy, but Evil E did So I thought he was cool We rode in his ride Rag top tray on Daytons Lifted side to side We hit the party deep Niggas was hawkin' me You could feel the vibe Of thick artillery Parliament was on, some O.G. shit I put my back to the wall And felt my pistol grip al of a sudden Niggas started trippin' Flippin', the record started skippin' Wildin', fools started locn up Gats cracked The room started smokin' up Me and "E" hit the floor And then the back door My boys let off an automatic encore But when we made it out to the ride It was gone, we had to shoot it out Side by side Punk left us there to die in a ditch! [CHORUS]
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from Body Count - Body Count (1992)
You know sometimes I sit at home, you know,
and I watch T.V. and I wonder what it would be like to live someplace like, you know, the Cosby show, Ozzie and Harriet, you know, where cops come and got your cat outta the tree all your friends died of old age, But you see, I live in South Central Los Angeles and unfortunately... SHIT AIN'T LIKE THAT! IT'S REAL FUCKED UP! Goddamn what a brotha gotta do to get a message through to the red, white and blue? What I gotta die before you realize I was a brotha 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 know what you'd do if a kid got killed on the way to school or a cop shot your kid in the backyard. Shit would hit the fan, muthafucka and it would hit real hard. I hear it every night, another gunfight, the tension mounts, on with the Body Count. Yo, Beatmaster, take these muthafuckas to South Central. Ha ha. Yeah Fuck that. I hear it every night, another gunfight, the tension mounts, on with the Body Count. Last weekend thirty-seven kids killed in gang warfare, in my backyard. No! No! No! Yo, Ernie C., take these muthafuckas home. Yeah. Yeah, we in the house, Body Count fools, 1991 muthafuckas. I hear it every night, another gunfight, the tension mounts, on with the Body Count. Goddamn what a brotha 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... |
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from Ice-T - OG Original Gangster (1991)
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! |
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from Body Count - Body Count (1992)
Body Count, Body Count, Body Count, Body Count,
Body Count, Body Count, Body Count. BC, BC, BC, BC, (muthafucka) BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC. Body Count, Body Count, Body Count, Body Count, Body Count, Body Count, Body Count, Body Count. BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC. |
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from Body Count - Body Count (1992)
Body Count, Body Count.
Body Count, Body Count. (YEAH MUTHA FUCKAAAAAA!) Body Count, Body Count. Body Count, Body Count. Body Count, Body Count. Body Count, Body Count, nigga! Body Count, Body Count. Body Count, Body Count. Body Count, Body Count. Body Count, Body Count. Body Count, Body Count. Body Count, Body Body Body Count. Body Count, Body Count. Body Count, Body Count. Body Count. Body Count. Body Count. Body Count. Body Count. Body Count. Body Count. Body Count. Awwwwwwwwww shit Body Count's in the house, Body Count. Body Count's in the house, Body Count. Body Count's in the house, Body Count. Body Count's in the house, Body Count. Body Count's in the house, Body Count. Body Count's in the house, Body Count. Body Count's in the house, Body Count. Body Count's in the house, Body Count. On the bass I got my main muthafucka called Mooseman. Layin' the rhythm tracks I got the one and only infamous D-Roc. On the drums I got the one and only Beatmaster V muthafucka. On lead guitars I got my nigga Ernie C. And I'm Ice Mother Fuckin' T, bitch. Come on come on, make some noise. Yeah, goddamn it. Come on, come on, come on, come on. Come on. Body Count's in the house, Body Count. Body Count's in the house, Body Count. Body Count's in the house, Body Count. Body Count's in the house, Body Count. Body Count's in the house, Body Count. Body Count's in the house, Body Count. Body Count's in the house, Body Count. Body Count's in the house, Body Count. Uh! Yeah! Uh! Come on! Yeah! Make some noise! BC, BC BC. Body Count, muthafuckas! Body Count's in the house, Body Count. |
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from Body Count - Born Dead (1994)
Bodycount
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from Body Count - Born Dead (1994)
1994 BC still in the house They did
Everything they could do to take us out But like any good monster that just made us stronger You see, they don't like us and they don't like you, The BC fan, 'Cause they know we stand for three things Truth, justice and fuck the american way That word justice got me fucked up though Twenty cops in the street, two go to jail Thousands of people died in wars Overseas and it's justice ? You think they give a fuck about us ? You're a fool Born yellow, Born brown, Born red, Born black, Born dead Dead Born dead Born asian, Born jewish, Born latino, Born poor, Born dead Dead Born dead But you don't hear me though Dead New York , Atlanta, Chicago, Oakland, Miami, Detroit Every day I gotta get out my muthafuckin' bed, Put on my muthafuckin' gun, Down in my muthafuckin' gun, Down in my muthafuckin' pants, 'cause Muthafucka's out here is trippin' How the fuck you gonna get up every morning Tryin' to worry about if you gonna make it to the next evening Do you understand ? Sometimes we take for granted The little things like food, like freedom Born in somalia, Born in south america, Born in south africa, Born in south central, Born dead Dead Born dead |
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from Body Count - Body Count (1992)
Out one night, yo, just chillin' out with my crew
We were actin' wild 'cause I didn't have nothin' else better to do. Got a nine at my waist stay out my fuckin' face. You fuck with me right here'll be your resting place. Some ol' sucka, yo, he tried to put a move on me I shot him in the face, murder, in the first degree. Now I'm sweatin', regrettin', that's not for me they got me locked in the fuckin' penitentiary. Bowels of the devil, let me tell you what the muthafucka eats, its stomach's filled with lost souls guts made out of steel and concrete. Bowels of the devil, listen close, 'cause I've been there before and you don't wanna die there, they call it goin' out the back door, the back door, the back door, the back door. Walked in the club all the ho's gave me the sex look they like a nigga like me 'cause I'm a known crook, and my posse's down, we don't mess around, you fuck with us, you'll be six feet underground. That night they got me locked in a row called death the governor, that muthafucka wants my last breath. That's right, homeboy wanted to pull a switch on me up here in this fuckin' penitentiary. Bowels of the devil, let me tell you what the sucka eats, its stomach's filled with my homeboys guts made out of steel and concrete. Bowels of the devil, listen close, 'cause I've been there before and you don't wanna die there, they call it goin' out the back door, the back door, the back door, the back door. Yeah! Bowels of the devil, let me tell you what the muthafucka eats, its stomach's filled with my homeboys guts made out of steel and concrete. Bowels of the devil, listen close, 'cause I've been there before and you don't wanna die there, they call it goin' out the back door, the bowels of the devil, let me tell you what that sucka eats, its stomach's filled with lost souls guts made out of steel and concrete. Bowels of the devil, listen close, 'cause I've been there before and you don't wanna die there, they call it goin' out the back door, the back door, the back door, the back door. |
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from Body Count, Body Count - Violent Demise: The Last Days (1997)
The moment I laid eyes on you
I knew a close encounter was inevitable Now we're alone Your eyes staring deep into my soul Together we sit in darkness You know I want you Your voice sounds like a God in head You know I am you Don't ask my name, it don't matter at all You know that love just ain't my style I feel the heat of your lust in the air We have no choices left As you walk into the vampire's eyes Let me bring it to pain You say your love is a spiritual thing I hear you You lick your lips like a lioness I fear you You touch me and my blood runs cold Am I the hunter or hunted? God put us here together tonight You can't escape fate Let me bring it to pain My tongue journeys deep inside you Your juices arouse me I am your slave tonight and forever Dominate me, rape me Your orgasm so wild, it's a trip We cum together as one You say you gotta have it hard and rough Is this rough enough? Let me bring it to pain |
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from Rhino Hi-Five: Rap [Vol 2] (2006)
am a nightmare walking, psychopath talking
King of my jungle just a gangster stalking Living life like a firecracker quick is my fuse Then dead as a deathpack the colors I choose Red or Blue, Cuz or Blood, it just don't matter Sucker die for your life when my shotgun scatters We gangs of L.A. will never die - just multiply You see they hit us then we hit them Then we hit them and they hit us, man It's like a war, ya know what I'm sayin' People dont even understand They don't even know what they dealing with You wanna get rid of the gangs it's gonna take a lotta work But people don't understand the size of this This is no joke man, this is real You don't know me, fool You disown me, cool I don't need your assistance, social persistance Any problem I got I just put my fist in My life is violent but violent is life Peace is a dream, reality is a knife My colors, my honour, my colors, my all With my colors upon me one soldier stands tall Tell me what have you left me, what have I got Last night in cold blood my young brother got shot My home got jacked My mother's on crack My sister can't work cause her arms show trax Madness insanity live in profanity Then some punk claimin' they understandin' me Give me a break, what world do you live in Death is my sect, guess my religion Yo my brother was a gang banger and all my homeboys bang I don't know why I do it man, I just do it I never had much of nuffin man Look at you man, you've got everything going for yourself and I ain't got nuffin man, I've got nuffin I'm living in the ghetto man just look at me man, look at me My pants are saggin braided hair suckers stare but I don't care my game ain't knowelgde my game's fear I've no remorse so squares beware But my true mission is just revenge you ain't in my sect, you ain't my friend wear the wrong color your life could end homocides my favorite venge Listen to me man no matter whatcha do don't ever join a gang you don't wanna be in it man, You're just gonna end up in a mix of dead freinds and time in jail I know, if I had a chance like you, I would never be in a gang man but I didn't have a chance You know I wish i did I'll just walk like a giant police defiant you'll say to stop but I'll say that I cant my gangs my family its all that I have I'm a star, on the walls is my autograph You don't like it, so you know where you can go cause the streets are my stage and terror's my show phsyco-analize tried diognising me wise It was a joke brother the brutally died But it was mine, so let me define my territory don't cross the line Don't try to act crazy cause the bit*h dont thank me you can be read like a punk it wouldn'ta made me cause my colors death thou we all want peace but our war won't end, they'll always see See the wars of the street gangs will always get to me man But I don't wanna be down with this situation man but I'm in here, if I had something betta to do I think I'd do it but right now I'm just down here boye I'm trying to get money cause I'm smart I'm gunna get paid while I'm out here I'm gunna get that paper, ya know what I'm saying If I had a chance like you, maybe I would be in school but I'm not, I'm out here living day to day surviving and I'm willing to die for my colors Yo'll please stop, cause I want ya all to live. This is Ice-T, Peace... |
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from Body Count, Body Count - Violent Demise: The Last Days (1997)
I don't remember my mama,
dad sold crack all night. My life was fucked from the jumpstreet, now this kite I write. Never had half a fuckin chance, my whole trial I was broke. Circumstantial that's bullshit, my defense was a joke! (You go in a motherfuckin courtroom, with a fuckin public defender - the public defender works with the fuckin D.A.! Motherfuckers ain't got no chance, you ain't got no money you're fucked, you're fucked!) Now this cell is my residence, my address is The Row. 24 hour lock down, when they'll kill me who knows ? Guilty - we the unfree! Dead men walking Guilty - we the unfree! Dead men walking I'm a genius from books now, Never read on the street. Never lifted a fuckin weight, now my boys concrete. Filed a hundred appeals or more, no response from the state. Get no phone calls or visits, My mentality's hate! (When I was on the street I had mother- fuckin boys, where's my bitch ? She won't even accept my fuckin phone calls! Yo, they better not let me up out this mother- fucka, you this shit's on, fuck that word!) I get visits from doctors, analyzing the ill. Families pray for my death now, vengeance lays for the kill. CHORUS (Does the defendant have any final words he would like to say to the court ? Yeah, I got somethin I'd like to say. Yo, you, judge, you a racist motherfucker. I feel like bustin your motherfuckin...no, let me go...I'm gonna kill everyone one of you jurors. If I ever get out of here, I'm comin one by one and blow your mother- fuckin brains out. You motherfuckers! No, keep your motherfuckin hands off! Fuck that!) So I think 'bout my past now, my future holds only pain. Involuntarily drugged by the state for years, now I know I'm insane. When I'm moved shackled hands and feet, my skin's covered in ink. I read the bible 'bout twenty-five times, now fuck god's how I think! (You can save all that religious bullshit, stay the fuck out of my cell. If that priest comes in my cell, I'm a bust him in the - I'll break your fuckin neck with my bare hands, fuck that.) So live your life to the fullest, but remember don't trip. One mistake you're my neighbor, and there's no one here rich! CHORUS |
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from Ice-T - Ice T 6: Return of The Real (1996)
[Hen-Gee]
Dear Homie, whats the hap, since your up in the sky? With God by your side Homie what's it like? I know your bein' treated right No more worries Plus you're bein heard G I guess you know niggaz is still trippin I don't know why, they see a future in it We're headed for self-destruction Can't function Only thing I can do is pray And thank God, for another day Yes Homie, it's rough down here. I gotta watch my back Cos it's hard being black If it ain't the other It's my own colour Tryin to work me Tryin to hurt me Ain't no L-O-V-E Please tell me why, Dear Homie [Ice-T] Dear Homie, gang-bangin ain't joke And I'm lookin over ya loc Always knew there was fools out to get me I didn't even hear the gunshots till after the slugs hit me I grabbed for my chest and my neck, hopin When my head hit the ground my skull busted open You used to ask for my advice Well Dear Homie, dyin ain't nothin nice And the place I'm at is overpacked With young blacks who crash crack and gats I can only pray You don't come this way You gotta stay alive, you got a kid G I feel ya partner but I worry alot Bust shots I know you're tryin' to comfort me But I don't want no company, Homie [Hen-Gee] Dear Homie, even though you're gone I still fell your presence Sometimes I can sleep Cos I just can't see Reality like it really should be seen I still reminisce on how we used to kick it Strollin' the yard, just hangin' out together Down for whatever, whenever And now I'm hopin, you're seeing a true friend in me we where meant to be [Ice-T] Dear Homie, you used to call me O.G. Now ya really gotta look up to me Cos the place I'm at, is way high in the sky I didn't want to die But the life I lived was just to reckless Too many bad marks on God's checklist And many many brothers will go out Just tryin to get that hard-core street clout But a street reps final test, is when you're lying in a coffin with you're hands folded on your chest. Then ya hear the girls cry Then ya hear the brothers lie Talkin' about how down you was Then the next week the back on the street, they cold forgot ya cuz'. Don't wanna see ya on your back, So for me stay sucka free, cos you don't need that, Homie. Dear Homie... Dear Homie... Ya know I miss ya Homie... |
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[Hen-Gee]
Dear Homie, whats the hap, since your up in the sky? With God by your side Homie what's it like? I know your bein' treated right No more worries Plus you're bein heard G I guess you know niggaz is still trippin I don't know why, they see a future in it We're headed for self-destruction Can't function Only thing I can do is pray And thank God, for another day Yes Homie, it's rough down here. I gotta watch my back Cos it's hard being black If it ain't the other It's my own colour Tryin to work me Tryin to hurt me Ain't no L-O-V-E Please tell me why, Dear Homie [Ice-T] Dear Homie, gang-bangin ain't joke And I'm lookin over ya loc Always knew there was fools out to get me I didn't even hear the gunshots till after the slugs hit me I grabbed for my chest and my neck, hopin When my head hit the ground my skull busted open You used to ask for my advice Well Dear Homie, dyin ain't nothin nice And the place I'm at is overpacked With young blacks who crash crack and gats I can only pray You don't come this way You gotta stay alive, you got a kid G I feel ya partner but I worry alot Bust shots I know you're tryin' to comfort me But I don't want no company, Homie [Hen-Gee] Dear Homie, even though you're gone I still fell your presence Sometimes I can sleep Cos I just can't see Reality like it really should be seen I still reminisce on how we used to kick it Strollin' the yard, just hangin' out together Down for whatever, whenever And now I'm hopin, you're seeing a true friend in me we where meant to be [Ice-T] Dear Homie, you used to call me O.G. Now ya really gotta look up to me Cos the place I'm at, is way high in the sky I didn't want to die But the life I lived was just to reckless Too many bad marks on God's checklist And many many brothers will go out Just tryin to get that hard-core street clout But a street reps final test, is when you're lying in a coffin with you're hands folded on your chest. Then ya hear the girls cry Then ya hear the brothers lie Talkin' about how down you was Then the next week the back on the street, they cold forgot ya cuz'. Don't wanna see ya on your back, So for me stay sucka free, cos you don't need that, Homie. Dear Homie... Dear Homie... Ya know I miss ya Homie... |
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from Ice-T - Home Invasion (2003)
* 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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from Ice-T - Home Invasion (2003)
* 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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from Judgment Night (킬러 나이트) [ost] (1992)
WAR!!!
Our government is fucked Sure to bring us down The media incites civil unrest Hatred can bring you down [Chorus] WAR!!! I don't want your war WAR!!! WE DON'T NEED YOUR WAR We don't need your war WAR!!! Military beasts starvin countries Drama brings you to your knees Spill your blood to save humanity Dyin for the food we feed [Chorus] Our government is fucked Sure to bring us down The media incites civil unrest Hatred can bring you down Injustice drives you crazy It drive L.A. insane In this generation hatred is the name [Chorus] WAR!!! L.A. '92 Bastard magic should make you cry The answer to the question is we ain't gonna die L.A. '92 Police can make me under stress While all L.A.'s a fuckin mess Don't patronise my fuckin ass Some heads will get crashed L.A. '92 Bush has got his upper cut He's goin to fuckin war He won't revert to sticks and stones Just bullet holes and broken bones Chaos, chaos, chaos, chaos Don't give a fuck! Everybody knock ya down No weight support so taken down The juk-jock, We ain't got shit, now had enough Chaos, chaos, chaos, chaos Don't give a fuck! Disorder!!! (x8) |
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from Body Count, Body Count - Violent Demise: The Last Days (1997)
Prozac attack,
feeling whacked, my damned boss won't gimme no slack, disconnected phone, didn't get that loan seems like everything's going wrong unemployed flat broke, outta luck, ain't got no hope. When it seems like it ain't no way call up the doc he'll be with you right away You think your life is tough (call Kevorkian) you think your life is tough (call Kevorkian) you think you're out of luck when you're had enough Need some (X)anax, want some pills, 'cause I don't like the way I feel can't sleep at night, can't get no rest, I want the grim reaper as my guest! Missed my bus, missed my plane, life seems like a constant pain think it's bad could be worse, call the doc up he'll pick you up in a hearse. CHORUS |
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from Ice-T - Power (2001)
Cruisin' for a bruisin',I'm talkin' no crap
Pipe bomb in my trunk,got a nine in my lap I'm layin' for a sprayin',tonight there's no playin' My posse's most strapped,tonight the crew's weighin' Dust is burnin',the steering wheel's turnin' I'm out a week,I'm already earnin' Suckers crossed,tonight it's their loss Payback time,boy,life's the cost Gauges out the window,one lay cross the roof They all die if those suckers ain't bullet proof I'm rollin' death tollin',of course the car's stolen But I'm blind to what's wrong,all I want is what's golden A fool in a fight,too dumb to know right Fuckin' blue light-read'em their rights Drama (x4) Copped an alias bailed out in an hour or less I keep a bank for that don't know about the rest Copped another piece,hit the dark streets Rollin' once again,fuck the damn police Called up my friend JOE, a roof job pro,459 on his mind car stereos He said the spot was sleep,he cased the joint a week 3 a.m. on the dot inside we creep Got Alpines,Fishes,JVC's, Motorola Phones,Sony Color TV's Had the hide packed up till we heard freeze Fuckin' blue lights-read'em their rights Drama (x4) 4 in the morning,lights in my face That's the time,you know the place Cuffed in the room with the two-way glass Detects in effect cold doggin' my ass "What's your date of birth?"..."What's your real name?" I stuck to my alias,I know the game If they don't know who you are,then they don't know what you've done "You're just makin' this harder on yourself,son" I know this shit by heart,I'm too clever "Have you ever been arrested before?" "Nope,never" Da reject all over his face You see no confession,no case Then my boy started illin',talkin' and tellin' Son of a bitch-he was a snitch Drama (x6) Under I went,I caught a case and half He dropped the mallet,then the judge laughed Now I'm in the penzo,chillin' like a real pro I can't move until the man says go A puppet of the big game,an institutional thing I wouldn't be here if I fed my brain Got knowledge from school books,instead of street crooks Now all I get is penitentiary hard looks The joint is like an oven of caged heat You're just a number,another piece of tough meat Killers and robbers are all you great Act soft you will get beat On death row they got their own hot seat For those who feel that they are truly elite The last thing you see's a priest The lights dim-your life ends Drama |
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from Body Count - Born Dead (1994)
You killed my fuckin' brotha
Payback muthafucka 1 - 8 - 7 Nigga Watch me pull this fuckin' trigga Revenge Drive-by |
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from Ice-T - OG Original Gangster (1991)
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 |
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from Ice-T - OG Original Gangster (1991)
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! |
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from Body Count - Body Count (1992)
Evil dick
Evil, dick, evil, dick. Evil, dick, evil, dick. Evil dick likes warm, wet places, evil dick don't care about faces. Evil dick likes, young, tiny, small spaces, evil dick leaves little gooey telltale traces. Evil dick. Evil, dick, evil, dick. Evil, dick, evil, dick. Late at night evil dick he comes to me he says, "Don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone." Late at night evil dick he wakes me up he says, "Don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone, don't sleep aloooooooooone." Evil, dick, evil, dick. Evil, dick, evil, dick. I had this girl she said she loved me, thought there was no one ever above me, she wanted to marry and have my child, but evil dick he had to get buck wild. Took me out one night out with the freaks if ever there was pussy, evil dick would seek. My girl caught me skeezin' she said I wasn't shit! I said, "It wasn't me, baby. it was the muthafucka evil dick!" Late at night evil dick he comes to me he says, "Don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone." Late at night evil dick he wakes me up he says, "Don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone, don't sleep aloooooooooone." Evil, dick, evil, dick. Evil, dick, evil, dick. And when evil dick has its way, it sounds a little like this. AH, AH, AH, AH, OH, OH, OH, OH COME HERE BABY, COME HERE BABY, AH, AH, AH, AH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, OH SHIT, OH, OH OH, OH... DAMN DICK! Evil, dick, evil, dick. Evil, dick, evil, dick. Late at night evil dick he comes to me he says, "Don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone." Late at night evil dick he wakes me up he says, "Don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone, don't sleep aloooooooooone." |
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from Ice-T - OG Original Gangster (1991)
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 jargon, 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 antidisestablishmentarianism, who embodies the entire spectrum of the urban experience and struggle. But to make things more plain and simple to the layman, I find Ice-T to be the dopest, flyist, O.G. pimp hustler gangster player hardcore motherfucker living today. To be honest, I am totally and irrevocably on his dick. |
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from Ice-T - OG Original Gangster (1991)
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 M.C. Donald D. |
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from Ice-T - Ice T 6: Return of The Real (1996)
Ice-T back in that ass
Return of the real Muthafuckas fakin and frontin like they don't know what time it is Niggas on the streets ain't really got a muthafuckin choice Muthafucka (So niggas is forced to do dirt) |
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from Ice-T - Ice T 6: Return of The Real (1996)
Ice-T back in that ass
Return of the real Muthafuckas fakin and frontin like they don't know what time it is Niggas on the streets ain't really got a muthafuckin choice Muthafucka (So niggas is forced to do dirt) |
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from Ice-T - OG Original Gangster (1991)
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! |
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from Ice-T - Home Invasion (2003)
(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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from Ice-T - Home Invasion (2003)
(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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from Ice-T - Home Invasion (2003)
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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from Ice-T - Home Invasion (2003)
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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from Ice-T - Home Invasion (2003)
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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from Ice-T - Power (2001)
1-2, 1-2-1-2-3, I'm the emcee called Ice-T
That's DJ Evil E, Islam creates the beats You girls look so sexy I wish you all were up here with me You drive me crazy with those big ole butts Girl, Let's Get Butt Naked And Fuck! Tonight,I wanta make this real clear,dear I've no time to whisper in your ear No time to remove our fears I just wanta get near Get butt naked and roll around Move our bodies like up and down Do that stuff that your mama call smut! Girl, Let's Get Butt Naked And Fuck! Come on,you know you wanta do it,too It's good to me,and it's good to you I only speak what's true You say you don't,but I know you do Come on up to my room We'll undress by the light of the moon Lay down and I'll caress that butt Girl, Let's Get Butt Naked And Fuck! I mean real stupid and nasty I know what you wnat,so you don't have to ask me Just lay back and I'll operate Jimbraski will go to work and penetrate And then we'll both feel great Make your move tonight,girl,don't hesitate We both want it,don't make it tough Girl, Let's Get Butt Naked And Fuck! Homeboys,you know the situation You're trying to rap but they give you frustration Nose in the air,turnin' you down When you really wanta say! "Yo baby let's get down" But you don't,you keep frontin' Kickin' conversation,ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' When all that's really on your mind is what? "Yo baby L.G.B.N.A.F." That's right if you're a man you want it If you're a woman you tease him and flaunt it But my crew got to have it And after they dog it,I autograph it The SYNDICATE don't lecture We move in a group,seduce and capture And if the posse has good luck Girl, Let's Get Butt Naked And Fuck! ISLAM takes the pictures And girls,I'm a say EVIL E's gonna get ya Get ya illin' in a nude mode A double X-rated episode Hotel rooms cold explode,when my posse unloads Sex in effect when we're on the road Girl, Let's Get Butt Naked And Fuck! Throw your hands up in the air If you love sex I know you're out there Safe sex that is,ya gotta be careful with this 88 sex biz But that's another song Girls,move your bodies sexy and the brothers will come along Homeboys,move in on that butt and say! Girl, Let's Get Butt Naked And Fuck! |
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from Ice-T - Home Invasion (2003)
[ 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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from Ice-T - Home Invasion (2003)
[ 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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from Ice-T - Power (2001)
Stick up,hands in the air
You move,you lose 'cause the ICE don't care No chance to run,don't shout Flinch an inch I'm gonna take you out Grand Larcenist,soloist,felonist,vocalist Crime's my rhyme,but here's a new twist I ain't here for your gold,bro All I want is the show This is Grand Larceny This is Grand Larceny (x3) I lay low for a show,and then I go Steal the motherfucker then we count the dough It's kinda like robbin',but it's legally done And now days if it ain't legal I don't fuck around I get a thrill when I ill and a jam is filled With 10.000 screamin' people,now that's the pill Who's gonna dog the set? The ICE will And once I'm in effect it's overkill Kinda like a hold-up.all the tickets sold up And then the black stretch limo cold rolls up And then the posse breaks,high off the Cold Duck And then I set the mic to show destruct Even if we open up,it don't mean nothing I rock the rhymes.E does the cuttin' Call it shownappin' I take a hostage a night Do shit and break out on the next flight This is Grand Larceny Grand Larceny I'm a kleptomaniac when a jam is packed You can fight all night,but you'll still get jacked By the show stealer,crime rhyme dealer Rap king pin,L.A. big-wheeler Got a posse so strong they could lift a tank Rob a bank But now we steal shows the cops say thanks Breathe easy 'cause the Syndicate deep Before we start rappin' They got no sleep This is Grand Larceny Grand Larceny Just give me a beat,give me a stage to stand on I know that none ya'll ever planned on A dude from L.A. who could rock shit this way Have his record go gold,with no radio play But it happened,The Ice is rappin' Just listen to my fans that are clappin' Or come to my show.sit in the front row And watch me steal the motherfucker before your ass can say "HO" I'm like a time bomb,but I'm a rhyme bomb Spray the whole audience with napalm Or something just as hot,I'll bust a rhyme,why not? Rap hittin' so hard,you'll think you shot I'll take a show and abduct it Stone cold house it,and if it gets wild With gasoline I'll douse it Set it ablaze,and then I'll stomp it out Many burnt emcees know what I'm talkin' about This is Grand Larceny Promoters on my tail now 'Cause they billed me low Here I am 'bout to steal another show So they turn my mic down Fuck up my audio sound But too late,we just dogged another town Rappin' like a Mac 10,as soon as I begin The only way to stop the stealin' Is throw me in the pen But that will never happen 'Cause I'm just cool rappin' My Larceny is legal,so sorry Captain I would never steal a rap But I'll steal a show in a minute It's as simple as that An interstate crook,my pistol's my rhyme book Any show that I'm on is a show that's took Better watch my left hook,or your jaw will get shook If my posse gets mad,it's best you book From the Grand Larcenist,ICE-T is my name Got a rap like a mac,and a game he same This is Grand Larceny (x3) |
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from Ice-T - Power (2001)
Once again,my friends,it's time to rock it till the party ends
Rhymin' with timin',while EVIL E lets the record spin Kickin' it,hittin',rockin',just so dope it's shockin' Because I be layin' rhymes super sly,'cause this is do or die Make it or break it,although most emcees do fake it I'll say the ICE can't take it,time to microphone bake it Raise the heatin' level,break out your coal shovel Pump the temp,I'm sweatin' like a devil Listen to my heartbeat,it's beatin' like a wild man But that's natural,'cause you know that I am No punk,no chump,no fool,no toy Try to get ill and serve you,boy I'm on a hype tip,this ain't no ego trip Just rollin' thick as hell,champagne I sip as well Listen and you'll envision,this rap's metabolism I think the beat is dope,but it's still your decision Whether to turn it on,turn it off Turn it up,make it loud,make it soft EQ me with new frequencies or Just rewind me till the tape bleeds My heartbeat's kickin' like a saturday movie Some say it's def,some say it's groovy I say it's fly,you know why? Because it's spoken by the brother,whose name is spent with the "I" The C-E-T.,Cold Chillin' rhyme villain on the M-I-C. With raps roarin',I'm never borin',I keep tourin' My record sales keep soarin' and soarin' I'll make a million,maybe two Buy some rides,gold blow the dough on my crew Wake up the next morning broke as hell But not for long 'cause my records sell My heartbeat's kickin' like a gun shot Why not?That's who I made it for,the hardrocks Better watch your gold when the posse breaks Because what they want is what they take But I'm coolin',I'm never foolin',too busy rulin' Sucker emcees who need microphone schoolin' Leave'em dazed,dogged,served and droolin' By the playin' punk slayin' mac of microphone duelin' Heartbeat(scratch freestyle) This conglomeration is just a demonstration Of rap's penetration to the core of our nation Some rappers get down with toy commercial sounds I had my choice,I chose the underground Like me or hate me,now if you want you can rate me My beat is by ISLAM,the cut's by the great E. My heartbeat is kickin',it's kickin' louder and louder It's gettin' deffer and deffer,I'm feelin' prouder and prouder Not robbin' or killin',just mic illin' The phone rings,"WE MADE ANOTHER MILLION" Break out the Dom and pop the corks Catch a flight to New York Hit the L.Q. watch RED spin,"IT'S CLOSED" Brooklyn strikes again Heartbeat(scratch) Once again,my friends,it's time to rock it till the party ends Rhymin' with timin',while EVIL E lets the record spin Kickin' it,hittin',rockin',just so dope it's shockin' Because I be layin' rhymes super sly,'cause this is do or die Make it or break it,although most emcees do fake it I'll say the ICE can't take it,time to microphone bake it Raise the heatin' level,break out your coal shovel Pump the temp,I'm sweatin' like a devil Listen to my heartbeat,it's beatin' like a wild man But that's natural,'cause you know that I am No punk,no chump,no fool,no toy Try to get ill and serve you Boy(fade out) |
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from Body Count - Born Dead (1994)
Hey Joe,
Where you goin' with that gun in your hand ? Hey Joe, Where you goin' with that gun in your hand ? Goin' down to shot my old lady You know I caught her mess around with another man, Goin' down to shot my old lady You know I caught her mess around with another man, That ain't too good Hey Joe, Heard you shot your woman down, Hey Joe, Heard you shot your lady down, Yes I did, I shot her You know, I caught that girl mess around town Yes I did, I shot her You know, I caught that girl mess around town I took out my gun, Then I shot her I shot her Hey Joe, Where you gonna run to now? Hey Joe, Where you gonna run to now? Where you gonna go? Goin' way down south, Way down to mexico way Goin' way down south, Way down where I can be free, Ain't no hangman gonna, Get a rope around me, Ain't no hangman gonna, Get a rope around me |
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from Ice-T - Power (2001)
Speed of life,fast,it's like walkin' barefoot over broken glass
It's like,jumpin' rope on a razor blade All lightning quick decisions are made Lifestyle plush,females rush This high profile personality,who earns his pay illegally Professional liar,schoolboys admire Young girls desire,very few live to retire Cash flow extreme,dress code supreme,vocabulary obscene Definition-street player,you know what I mean The high rollers (x2) People of the city,stop foolin' yourself Crime rules the streets,who the hell else All the police have gone out to play Because for enough cold cash they'll look the other way Just look at the cars as they go by Benz,Ferraris,trucks up high Beepers connecting players to big-time deals With all of this technology who needs to steal Just live a life of leisure every night and day And you're livin' proof that crime does pay Your life is dangerous and reckless You eat fly guys and girls for breakfast You're a titan of the nuclear age Your muscles flex with a Uzi or 12 gauge And you love the game,that's why you boast Because you're high priced,high speed.high post You're a high roller High rollers When I say high rollers,I mean the best Forget the half-steppers,eject the rest Because these high ranked officials of our city streets Make millions all triggered by electric beeps They dress in diamonds and rope chains They got the blood of SCARFACE runnin' through their veins Silk shirts,leather suits,hair always fresh Eelskin boots,large hearts,though their sizes vary Bankrolls that take 2 pockets to carry Cruisin' in their 500 Benz Sedan With their systems peaked out rockin' PUSHER MAM Yes,their fashion's high and hard to beat They buy their GUCCI from GUCCI'S not the swapmeet Eat very weel,much clientele And whatever you need,they probably sell The high rollers (x2) Oh yes,I'm here to tell you females also roll Drive the same cars,somethimes wear more gold Cold as an igloo,or hot as a flame They'll shake ya,break ya and you won't know their name Gangsters to the max,all marks will be taxed These girls drive FERRARIS not CADILLACS Respect is demanded,most men don't understand it Till they peep the huge bank that these girls have landed They're junkies for fun,love life on the run And if things get hot,they will pull a gun Prey on the lame,no shame to the game And they all seek POWER,fuck the fame The high rollers (x2) Now radio stations probably won't play This record because of the things I say They'll say I'm glamorizing the hustlin' hood And a record like this can do no good But I'm not here to tell ya right or wrong I don't know which side of the law you belong Yes,the game has flash,but sometimes hurts Behind any mistake,hard times lurks And jail's not your only problem,though it may seem You just may die by a barrage from an M-16 But to each his own,choose the mobile phone The tailored suit,the luxury home You'll never get caught,'cause you got nerves of ice And you're much smarter than those crooks on Miami Vice Right You wanta be a high roller High roller |
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from Ice-T - Home Invasion (2003)
(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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from Ice-T - Home Invasion (2003)
(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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from Ice-T - Home Invasion (2003)
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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from Ice-T - Home Invasion (2003)
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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from Ice-T - OG Original Gangster (1991)
Syndicate fool
L.A. Home of the Bodybag Ice-T A young playa bred in South Central Colors, syndicate fool A young playa bred in South Central Ice-T L.A. Home of the Bodybag [Incomprehensible] yourself Syndicate fool Ice-T A young playa bred in South Central Pop rollers Syndicate fool Ice-T L.A. Home of the Bodybag My lethal weapon's my mind Ice-T Syndicate fool I'm your pusher Ice-T A young playa bred in South Central Squeeze the trigger fool Ice-T Pimpin' ain't easy Drama, Ice-T Syndicate fool Peel the caps back Ice-T A young playa bred in South Central Power Syndicate fool L.A. Home of the Bodybag Iceberg, Ice-T Syndicate fool Let's get butt naked and fuck Ice-T A young playa bred in South Central Sex Ice-T L.A. Home of the Bodybag Syndicate fool O.G. |
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from Ice-T - Ice T 6: Return of The Real (1996)
( Ice-T )
Yo Rich man, these girls ready to get busy? ( Big Rich ) Ah man, you know they on deck ( Ice-T ) Yo, what's up with they men, though? ( Big Rich ) Come on, men squares, man Can't no square keep no woman ( Ice-T ) Right I guess they just wanna find out what it's like on the other side Girls wanna keep it real Gotta love em for it I love a woman with courage ( Big Rich ) Yeah, there she go right there, man ( Ice-T ) Yeah, I'm break her off somethin proper I'ma represent, check it out ( Ice-T ) Now although your friends warned you 'bout us westside macks Girl, you was willin to take a chance and I respect you for that And at last we're all alone, baby, just you and I, don't try to lie I know what's on your mind, I'm lookin straight through your eyes ( Big Rich ) So let that hair down and let that body go free And come close because tonight it belongs to me No brother's doin it like this westside mack Ride you like my Chevy, hit that ass front and back Now tell me ( Big Rich ) Now how does it feel to make love to a gee? Do you wanna go back to your man or, baby, stay here with me? Now how does it feel to make love to a gee? Strictly on the Westside where I ride, now, baby, come roll with me ( Big Rich ) Now two hours done passed but then it's only gettin better My body is gettin hotter while yours is gettin wetter Wanna roll up in your river like a steamboat Pretend you're takin a bath and I'm your piece of chalice soap ( Ice-T ) Oh my girl, can you feel what I'm feelin now? As you turn around I'm lookin at that brown Sugar fat coated ass I just can't let it pass Gotta move on it fast Now tell me, baby ( Big Rich ) Now how does it feel to make love to a gee? Do you wanna go back to your man or, baby, stay here with me? Now how does it feel to make love to a gee? Strictly on the Westside where I ride, now, baby, come roll with me ( Ice-T ) Alright, check this out, girls Me and my man Big Rich, we got an idea Why don't we just use body language Let our bodies do all the talking And just kick back and enjoy the erotic conversation ( Big Rich ) Hello Sunshine, now you did quite fine Shall we rewind, relive these good times? I feel your body gettin hot again Girl, don't you know I'm 'bout to dive on in? (It's never gonna stop until I know it's truly over) I got some more oil I wants to stick up in your motor And kiss you on the grill, squeeze your headlights Rub your bumper kitten, gettin nasty like a triple x-rated flick ( Ice-T ) I know you're feelin what I'm feelin, sexual energy Time to chill and pour another glass of Hennessy I hit it again like a gangster should And give you somethin to tell them girls up the hood Now how does it feel? ( Big Rich ) Now how does it feel to make love to a gee? Do you wanna go back to your man or, baby, stay here with me? How does it feel to make love to a gee? Strictly on the Westside where I ride, now, baby, come roll with me ( Ice-T ) Yeah, this is Ice-T and Big Rich signin off And to all the curious ladies out there Take your chance I promise, you won't be sorry |
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from Ice-T - Ice T 6: Return of The Real (1996)
( Ice-T )
Yo Rich man, these girls ready to get busy? ( Big Rich ) Ah man, you know they on deck ( Ice-T ) Yo, what's up with they men, though? ( Big Rich ) Come on, men squares, man Can't no square keep no woman ( Ice-T ) Right I guess they just wanna find out what it's like on the other side Girls wanna keep it real Gotta love em for it I love a woman with courage ( Big Rich ) Yeah, there she go right there, man ( Ice-T ) Yeah, I'm break her off somethin proper I'ma represent, check it out ( Ice-T ) Now although your friends warned you 'bout us westside macks Girl, you was willin to take a chance and I respect you for that And at last we're all alone, baby, just you and I, don't try to lie I know what's on your mind, I'm lookin straight through your eyes ( Big Rich ) So let that hair down and let that body go free And come close because tonight it belongs to me No brother's doin it like this westside mack Ride you like my Chevy, hit that ass front and back Now tell me ( Big Rich ) Now how does it feel to make love to a gee? Do you wanna go back to your man or, baby, stay here with me? Now how does it feel to make love to a gee? Strictly on the Westside where I ride, now, baby, come roll with me ( Big Rich ) Now two hours done passed but then it's only gettin better My body is gettin hotter while yours is gettin wetter Wanna roll up in your river like a steamboat Pretend you're takin a bath and I'm your piece of chalice soap ( Ice-T ) Oh my girl, can you feel what I'm feelin now? As you turn around I'm lookin at that brown Sugar fat coated ass I just can't let it pass Gotta move on it fast Now tell me, baby ( Big Rich ) Now how does it feel to make love to a gee? Do you wanna go back to your man or, baby, stay here with me? Now how does it feel to make love to a gee? Strictly on the Westside where I ride, now, baby, come roll with me ( Ice-T ) Alright, check this out, girls Me and my man Big Rich, we got an idea Why don't we just use body language Let our bodies do all the talking And just kick back and enjoy the erotic conversation ( Big Rich ) Hello Sunshine, now you did quite fine Shall we rewind, relive these good times? I feel your body gettin hot again Girl, don't you know I'm 'bout to dive on in? (It's never gonna stop until I know it's truly over) I got some more oil I wants to stick up in your motor And kiss you on the grill, squeeze your headlights Rub your bumper kitten, gettin nasty like a triple x-rated flick ( Ice-T ) I know you're feelin what I'm feelin, sexual energy Time to chill and pour another glass of Hennessy I hit it again like a gangster should And give you somethin to tell them girls up the hood Now how does it feel? ( Big Rich ) Now how does it feel to make love to a gee? Do you wanna go back to your man or, baby, stay here with me? How does it feel to make love to a gee? Strictly on the Westside where I ride, now, baby, come roll with me ( Ice-T ) Yeah, this is Ice-T and Big Rich signin off And to all the curious ladies out there Take your chance I promise, you won't be sorry |
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from Ice-T - Home Invasion (2003)
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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from Ice-T - Home Invasion (2003)
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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from Ice-T - Home Invasion (2003)
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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from Ice-T - Rhyme Pays (1987)
Ya heard the Ice was rockin', ticket sales were high
Bought some fresh Adidas so you could look fly Broke out from your crib rushin' to get here Tripped ans stumbled almost broke your neck comin' down the stairs Jumped into your ride, pushed the speed to the limit Jumped out of your car faster than you jumped in it Now you're at the jam but in for a shock Stupid big line wrapped around the block Through the walls of the hall you could hear me rhyme Methodically you schemed a way to cut in line But when you got inside the sight straightened your curls Cause as you look around all you could see were girls I love ladies I think it's time that I tell the truth I been dissin' females since my early youth But you know that's a drag and there's no doubt Cause females are the one thing that I can't do without Female companionship is my one vice I love to buy the girls things, love to treat em real nice Homeboys you must admit the best part of each day Is when a beautiful lady comes walkin' your way Females possess that one commodity that no man will ever have Not that hangs around me They got it, we want it, they move it, and flaunt it They shake it and sway it, we'll die just to lay it We try to supress it until they undress it And beg 'em to use it, and cry not to lose it No man can deny it so don't even try it!!! I love ladies Ladies are you with me? (Yeeaahh!!) I Love Ladies Ladies are you with me? (Yeeaahh!!) That sounds nice (You know we love you Ice!!) I'm junkie for females and that's a fact I'm not into havin' my homeboys rubbin' my back Don't dig goin' to the movies alone Or talkin' to myself on the telephone Goin' to a disco that's packed with men That's like tryin' to get a dance in the federal pen Walkin' through a park with a gang of the guys And a beach full of fellas never opened my eyes And man if females are one thing that you don't need You better get away from me at a high rate of speed Cause if you don't like them you must like men And homeboy that's where our serious problems begin Because to me women are God's true gift There's absolutely no question who I'd rather be with I love ladies I seen this fly girl walkin' down the street Jammin' a box rockin' to the beat The girl looked pretty, she really looked nice So I said to myself she's got to be with the Ice Walked over to her, started sayin' my rhyme She said "Ice you're so bad, you damn near blew my mind" I kept on rappin', runnin' my mouth The next thing I knew I was at her house Looked at her closely, said for goodness sake The girl was cut like a diamond, had curves like a snake Her top half was heaven, the bottom was the hell I knew tonight that the Ice was gonna rock well But then she started talkin' mess about love and romance Until she noticed the bulge growin' in my pants You should'a seen the girl's eyes as my body expanded She grabbed for my leg, raw sex she demanded My knees started knockin', I tried to run She said "Please don't leave Ice, I want you to come" This girl meant business I had no doubt This is just about the time that the Ice passed out The next day I woke the girl was through Room still smokin', my legs black and blue My eyes bloodshot, my hair pressed straight My knees still knockin', I knew I lost weight She was the best y'all, yes on this earth I would'a paid a million dollars, that's what it was worth If I had got her name or number it would'a been nice But I'm here to let you know the girl went off on the Ice I love ladies Ladies are you with me? (Yeeaahh!!) I Love Ladies Ladies are you with me? (Yeeaahh!!) That sounds nice (You know we love you Ice!!) No when it comes to partyin' the ladies know how When I ask for a reply they always scream owww!! It's the homeboys always tryin' to act real chill Sometimes it's jealous MC's mad cause they ain't on the bill Maybe they scared if they say ho! They might lose their cool But I got some news for you: a fool's a fool But don't get me wrong, most fellas do rock They put their hands in the air, they take the show to the top They start rockin' with the ladies once the show begins They don't stand lookin' stupid like some mannequins They don't lean against the wall like they're I some trance They did not come with no intention to party or dance You know what? yo dead beats should just stay home Leave me, my homeboys, and the ladies alone We love ladies |
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from Ice-T - Ice T 6: Return of The Real (1996)
Nobody ever said life was gon' be easy
But damn.. [ VERSE 1 ] Just a kid, moms died when I was seven Pops died, eleven, what's up with heaven? It's hell when you're an orphan at a early age This impressionable stage, no love breeds rage In the heart of a child who never knew his roots Looked up to pimps and to hustlers in the eel-skin boots Parkin Caddies on the sidewalk, gangsta talk Truckin diamonds and gold Rubberbands around the bankrolls Fly girls to make your head spin Seemed they partied all night long I was like, "Put me on" But they said, "Little fellow, run and go play Take your butt to school or else you'll have to be like us one day" I didn't understand, but I tried to get a job While all the players got the girls cause they'd hustle and rob I was like makin 'bout 1-50 a week And after taxes, you know what that is - lunch meat And I know I can be better than this I gotta get me a car, man I gotta get a girl I know I can do it out there, man I'm finna go for it, man I gotta get some money Word [ VERSE 2 ] Streets of anger, trouble and crime I had it hard, had to sleep in my car sometime But I never let another player see me down I kept my front up, my gear clean Even when checkin minor green Brothers knew my game was true So I hooked up with the real crew That knew excactly what to do Bank jobs and jewels, quick to flex with tools Pimpin hoes on the block Checkin cash non-stop Crack spots, armor with interior bars No lie, I used to own 'bout 15 cars Every piece Fila made Drape my women in suede Pavet Piaget, Cesar's Palace holidays It was on, crazy out of control We made up the word 'ballin', that was how we rolled But the FBI had a-whole-nother idea It's called multiple indictments for hundreds of years What Daff is dead? Carter got 25 years? Nah.. Spike 35 to life? Nah, don't tell me B.O.'s dead, man I don't wanna hear that, man I was just with him [ VERSE 3 ] The game is vicious, no retirement, you die young Listen to a fake, he might tell you to grab a gun I get phone calls from condemned row Brothers I ran with, brothers I really know They tell me, "Ice you got much love in the pen You're the one that got away, don't wanna see you in" They tell me, "Tell the little homies the deal Don't let em come up in this hellish habitat of shanks and steel" I marched two million strong in D.C. Lookin eye to eye with brothers that I used to think below me Damn, my mind was twisted in my hustlin days But God spared me, I got a baby son to raise And bein black ain't easy, prejudice is real But health and liberty is all we need for us to build We gotta come together, unseparated Check yourself like I did, blackman, because we're all related |
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from Ice-T - Ice T 6: Return of The Real (1996)
Nobody ever said life was gon' be easy
But damn.. [ VERSE 1 ] Just a kid, moms died when I was seven Pops died, eleven, what's up with heaven? It's hell when you're an orphan at a early age This impressionable stage, no love breeds rage In the heart of a child who never knew his roots Looked up to pimps and to hustlers in the eel-skin boots Parkin Caddies on the sidewalk, gangsta talk Truckin diamonds and gold Rubberbands around the bankrolls Fly girls to make your head spin Seemed they partied all night long I was like, "Put me on" But they said, "Little fellow, run and go play Take your butt to school or else you'll have to be like us one day" I didn't understand, but I tried to get a job While all the players got the girls cause they'd hustle and rob I was like makin 'bout 1-50 a week And after taxes, you know what that is - lunch meat And I know I can be better than this I gotta get me a car, man I gotta get a girl I know I can do it out there, man I'm finna go for it, man I gotta get some money Word [ VERSE 2 ] Streets of anger, trouble and crime I had it hard, had to sleep in my car sometime But I never let another player see me down I kept my front up, my gear clean Even when checkin minor green Brothers knew my game was true So I hooked up with the real crew That knew excactly what to do Bank jobs and jewels, quick to flex with tools Pimpin hoes on the block Checkin cash non-stop Crack spots, armor with interior bars No lie, I used to own 'bout 15 cars Every piece Fila made Drape my women in suede Pavet Piaget, Cesar's Palace holidays It was on, crazy out of control We made up the word 'ballin', that was how we rolled But the FBI had a-whole-nother idea It's called multiple indictments for hundreds of years What Daff is dead? Carter got 25 years? Nah.. Spike 35 to life? Nah, don't tell me B.O.'s dead, man I don't wanna hear that, man I was just with him [ VERSE 3 ] The game is vicious, no retirement, you die young Listen to a fake, he might tell you to grab a gun I get phone calls from condemned row Brothers I ran with, brothers I really know They tell me, "Ice you got much love in the pen You're the one that got away, don't wanna see you in" They tell me, "Tell the little homies the deal Don't let em come up in this hellish habitat of shanks and steel" I marched two million strong in D.C. Lookin eye to eye with brothers that I used to think below me Damn, my mind was twisted in my hustlin days But God spared me, I got a baby son to raise And bein black ain't easy, prejudice is real But health and liberty is all we need for us to build We gotta come together, unseparated Check yourself like I did, blackman, because we're all related |
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from Body Count, Body Count - Violent Demise: The Last Days (1997)
I loved her with my heart and soul,
gave her everything diamonds and gold. She stabbed me in the back, fucked my friends, partied in my house, bitch wrecked my benz. I used to love her she did me wrong, now she's gone. I trusted her with cash and jewels, she laughed in my face, called me a fool. The love I gave to her was in vain. Now I think it's time to return the pain. I came home one night, she was in my bed with my best friend giving him head. What really pissed me off about this shit, the bitch had never even sucked my dick. CHORUS |
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from Ice-T - Power (2001)
Yo,it's time for me to pump the volume
No problem,the record's revolvin' Evil's the mixer,I'm the rap trixister Paparazzi on the bum rush for pictures Ice,coolin',yo colder than ever Punk executioner E pull the lever Rotate the wax tehn cut an'axe the tracks Push up the levels till the red lights max Don't try to size up,you better wise up To the rap criminals,we're succeeded Dope beats and lyrics,no beepers needed For this drug deal,I'm the big wheel The dope I'm sellin',you don't smoke,you feel Out on the dance floor,on my world tour I'm sellin' dope in each and every record store I'm the king pin when the wax spins Crack or smack will take you to a sure end You don't need it,just throw that stuff away You wanna get high?Let the record play Mc Ice t I'm your pusher I know you're lovin' this drugs as it's comin' out your speaker Bass thru the bottons,highs thru the tweeters But this base you don't need a pipe Just a tempo to keep your hype Groovin' like I see you doin' Some stupid crack would just ruin Your natural high,why?..that ain't fly And anyone who says it is,lies Move like I knew you would,like I knew could And if you ain't cracked out,then I know you should Be able to give me a clap,to match exact with the track And since I know that you ain't,I expect that Oh now this jam is lit,it's like the ultimate People high off dope but still physically fit I'll make a million bucks,pack my dough in trucks >From sellin' dope beats,dope rhymes,dope cuts I'll be the biggest dope dealer in history Because all the fly will be high off that Ice-T I'm your pusher I'm bring it to boil,Evil E rock it up You want it?..I don't think you got enough Last suckers crossed,Syndicate shot'em up Cops found'em in the lake bottom up I don't play when it comes to my dope I check my lyrics close,like with a microscope I don't clean'em up with no ivory soap I leave'em hard and pure,hope that you can cope Because you might O.D. if you overdrive This record,tape or CD,because the sound I've Created on this wax is like a chemical And the knowledge I give,makes me invincible I'm your pusher The cops don't know what to do,because my dope breaks thru No matter what they do,my stuff gets to you Kickin' on the Boulevard,my tempo's hyped and hard I don't ask,the ICE just bogards Sire Records puts me out,with Warner Bros. clout My dope hits the streets with no doubt Evil E adds the cut,then removes it IZ checks for purity,then approves it And then you get it,try it,and like it And if it ain't potent,we remix and spike it To bring you the pure dope,not a noose in a rope Because if you're doin' crack,you're on death row You're just a toy punk,to mess with that junk You want some real dope,come look in my trunk The dope I'm sellin' is life,100% legit So get real fool,and try some real hit MC Ice t I'm your pusher I'm your pusher |
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