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from Ice-T - Rhino Hi-Five: Ice-T (2006)
A child was born in the East one day
Moved to the West coast after his parents passed away Never understood his fascination with rhymes or beats In poetry he was considered elite Became a young gangster in the streets of L.A. Lost connections with his true roots far away But no matter the job or crime He never lost his hardcore obsession to rhyme New York's hip hop movement broke loose DJ's cut records, raps had the juice Since busting rhymes was his natural thing He was crowned the west coast MC king But after his inauguration there was a rush Of wack rappers with one intention to crush This master rapper and take his throne A simple job,he had no crew, he stood all alone Assassins came in groups of one through five With raps no mortal MC could survive But he showed no mercy, he rapped blood thirsty Battling from Friday on through to Thursday Never losin a bout, never ending in doubt Every confrontation K.O. knock out On his never ending journey to the T.O.P. The L.A. player M.C. ICE-T [Verse One] Magnificent rhymer, I'm the ill beat designer If they ask you if I'm def, don't front and say kinda Merciless, meticulous, so fresh it's ridiculous I'm raised in the heart of Los A-N-G-E-L-E-S King word connector, the vocal projector Your girl tried to jock me, I had to reject her Always adventurous voice some say is sensuous Now, I'm on the mic so I think I better mention this I don't like Gucci, Fila, Louie or Fendi Those are fads and I ain't trendy But whether your name's Lucy, Terry, Laura or Cindy Ice got beef and this ain't Wendy's Bust a move while I'm talkin' Sucker rappers I be stalkin' When they see me on the street with my homeboy walkin' They slow down, turn around and ask was that Ice? Then they see me cold countin' my cash Rhyme pays!! [Verse Two] Moves must be busted, girls can't be trusted I looked at your lady and I was disgusted Came into the party just to rock the place And your big zombie lookin' freak still won't get out of my face I don't mean to diss her, but do you kiss her? Look at her lips, she got them crazy blisters Body that smells like the New York mets Arm pits all nappy packed full of sweat I hope this something that you never forget Tie that freak outside next time you come in the set Because my jams be crazy, packed with all fly ladies I'm talkin' def girlies and I don't mean maybe The way I rhyme no one will ever slay me And I ain't lyin' rhyme do pay me ! Rhyme pays!! [Verse Three] I'm notorious, I'm infamous, like a snake I'm venomous For those who may diss I think you should consider this I can make a rhyme complicated as a puzzle Dangerous and as violent as a pit bull in a muzzle But this record is for radio S-T-E-R-E-O It not to be banned or for some underground mix show My hearts in my pen every time I begin Sometimes my lyrics go crazy and I just can't control em my friend I try to edit what I'm rappin' about But I can't write polite my anger just jumps out!! Perpetrators in the business claim their hard as hell Talkin' that gangster shit, know'n they're soft as jell- Oh! I better chill out before I ill out And my negative potential just might spill out And then this record won't be gettin played I'll save that rap for another day -Rhyme pays- [Verse Four] The front stage area goes into hysteria As I start to rhyme and unleash my criteria Of what is to come during the beat of the drum And Evil agitates the records with the use of his thumb Using his intricate moves, the record stays in the groove My boy cuts like Jason, it's easy to prove That Evil E is the great, his cuts are real not fake Not emulated effects or a play back tape So suckers witness your fate while Evil demonstrates I'm bout to get off this mic, E., dog the break - Kick it! [Verse Five] Like me if ya want'a, diss me if you're gonna But my jam will still be kickin' on your neighborhood corner As my bass is max'n out the V.U.S. on your box There'll be no doubt within your mind whether this MC do rock Like granite, I planned it, So you could understand it If someone's talkin' when I'm rhymin' Then just say, "Damn shut up!" While Ice is breakin' the boy don't be fakin' Maybe they're just jealous of the dollars I'm makin' But you're down with me. You know god gifted me Black kids say I'm trech, white kids say I'm nifty Spell out my name ya go I-C-E T But right now it's time for Evil E to hit me! [Verse Six] Rhyme pays, buys my food every night and day It pays my rent my bills I guess I'm doin' ok But when I say rhyme pays, I mean in different ways Cause rappin' gets a lot of kids out of the streets each day It makes me feel real nice when someone likes the Ice Or some young MC asks me for advice But there will always be rappers who hate Ice-T Maybe I dogged 'em in a battle or just jealousy Inevitable situation, sucker rapper frustration I rhyme too tough to bite, too intricate for notation Syllables jumble, competitors crumble as they witness mic attack And the microphone rumbles like hurricane I maim, sometimes I go insane Step toward my rap and I inflict the pain! No shame Ice capital T's my name!! Damn there I go illin' out again!!!! -Rhyme Pays- |
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from Ice-T - Rhino Hi-Five: Ice-T (2006)
Ten years ago
I used to listen to rappers flow Talkin' bout the way They rocked the mic at the disco I liked how that shit was goin' down With my own sound So I tried to write rhymes Somethin' like them, my boys said, "That ain't you Ice, That shit sounds like them." So I sat back, thought up a new track Didn'T fantasize, kicked the pure Facts. Motherfuckers got scared Cause they weas unprepaired who would tell it how it relly was? Who dared? A motherfucker from the West Coast L.A. South Central fool Where the Crips and the Bloods play When I wrote about parties It didn't fit Six in the Mornin' That was the real shit [CHORUS] O.G. Original Gangster When I wrote about parties Someone always died When I tried to write happy Yo I knew I lied, I lived a life of crime Why play ya blind? A simple look and anyone with two cents would know I'm A hardcore player fromhe streets Rappin' bout hardcore topics Over hardcore drum beats a little different Than the average though Jet you thru the fast lane Drop ya on death row Cause anybody who's been there Knows that life ain't sho lovely On the blood-soaked fast track That invincible shit don't work Throw ya in a joint You'll be comin' out feet first So I blst the mic with my style Sometimes I'm ill The other times buck wild But the science is always there I'd be a true sucker If I acted like I didn'T care I rap for brothers just like myself Dazed by the game In a quest for extreme wealth But I kick it to you hard and real One wrong move, and you caps peeled I ain't no super hero I ain't no Marvel Comic But when it comes to game I'm atomic At droppin' it straight Point blank and untwisted No imagination needed, cause I lived it This ain't no fuckin' joke This shit is real to me I'm Ice-T O.G. Two weeks ago I was out at the disco Two brothers stepped up to me And said "Hey yo, Ice We don't think you're down What set ya claimin'?" E drew the Glock, yo my set's aimin'! Dumb motherfucker Try to roll on me, please! I'm protected by a thousand emcees and hoodlums and hustlers And bangers with Jeri curls we won't even count the girls Cause they got my back And I got theirs too Fight for the streets When I'm on Oprah or Donahue They try to sweat a nigga But they just didn'T figure What my wit's as quick as a hair trigger "He's not your everyday-type Prankster." I'm Ice-T, the original gangster So step to me If you think that you're ready to Got on your bullet proof? Well mine's goin' right thru This ain't no game to me It's hollow fame to me Without respect frome streets So I don't claim be The hardest motherfucker on earth Catch me slippin, I can even get worked But I don'T slip that often there's a coffin Waitin' for the brother Who comes off soft when The real fuckin' shit goes down Take a look around all them pussies can be found they talk a mean fight But fight like hoes I'm from South Central, fool Where everything goes Snatch you out your car so fast You'll get whiplash Numbers on your roof top For when the copters pass Gang bangers Don't carry no switch blades Every kid's got a Tec 9 or a Hand grenade Thirty-seven killed Last week in a crack war Hostges tied up And shot in a liquor store Nobody gives a fuck "The children have to go to school." Well, moms, good luck Cause the shit's fucked up bad I use my pad and pen And my lyrics break out mad I try to write about fun andthe goodtimes But the pen yanks away and explodes And destroys the rhyme Maybe it's just cause of where I'm from L.A. that was a shot gun! |
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from Ice-T - Rhino Hi-Five: Ice-T (2006)
We interrupt this program with a special bulletin:
America is now under marshall law. All constitutional rights have been suspended. Stay in your homes. Do not attempt to contact love ones, insurance agent or attorney. Shut up. Do not attempt to think or depression may accure. Stay in your homes. Curfew is at 7 PM sharp after work. Anyone gaught outside of gates of their suveillance sectors after curfew will be shot. Remain calm, do not panic. Your neighborhood watchofficer will be by to collect urine examples in the morning. Anyone gaught intefering with the collection of urine examples will be shot. Stay in your homes, remain calm. The number one enemy of progress is question. National security is more important than individual will. All port broadcasts will proceed as normal. No more than two people may gather anywhere without promission. Use only the drugs described by your boss or supervisor. Shut up, be happy. Obey all orders without question. The comformental mandor is now mandatory. Be happy. At last everything is done for you. |
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from Ice-T - Rhino Hi-Five: Ice-T (2006)
It was a Saturday night on the streets of Cali
Threw on my dope silk suit, brushed off my suede Bally's Threw on enough gold for any girl's pleasure Left a pound and a half of that shit still in the dresser I slapped a clip in my nine, threw a clip in my sock Hit three grand up off the dresser, it was ten on the dot Now my beeper started beepin, I threw that shit in the sink I didn't need it no more, I had more money than Prince See, I was quittin the game and tonight was my fling You see, on the streets they're players but only one king Now that's the title I held but the game is real fast You gotta get in and get out if you expectin to last Now my homeboy Evil was downstairs chillin in his brand new Benz I had many adversaries but very few close friends We broke to the set, E parked the car on the grass High-signin was his trademark and he did it with class Hit the door like two titans, the whole jam stopped to stare And as we walked through the crowd they threw bills in the air I spied my man Jazz maxin out with two stone cold freaks "Yo, what's up Ice, you rich now, man, you too good to speak?" Now Jazz was a player from the east coast, the Bronx He was known to be hard on the women and a brother he'd stomp Smack a bitch in a minute, some say just for fun And he was known for his chrome-plated pearl-handled gun "Yo Ice, you my brother and I love you and all But what's up with that six g's you owe me, man 'member when your boys took that fall? And I posted the bail cause yo ass was locked up" Evil gave Jazz ten g's and Jazz shut the fuck up Just then I saw Donald-D hit the front door More gold than a Aztec, black leather he wore Hoes grabbed for they niggaz when D hit the set Cause what Donald |
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from Rhino Hi-Five: Rap [Vol 1] (2006)
My lifestyles crazy,I'm luxury lazy So much gold that jewelry don't phase me Coroless phone,eight or nine homes Girlies on my Jammie with Ice-T Jones Bank account boomin',fast lane zoomin' Known around the world for my high post groomin' Mac like a preacher,love like a teacher Got a girl who lives in Paris When I want her I beep her Too many clothes,gotta rag top rolls 1.000 Watt system and my speakers are bose I kick it like a champ,I throught you knew it But pimpin' ain't easy But somebody gotta do it My thumbs are tired just from countin' cash No more room in my diamond stash Filin' my nails is such a tirin' task Gold knobs on my benzo dash Five freaks just to comb my hair Monograms on my underwear Bodyguards around so please don't dare You're takin' a chance if you just stop and stare Livin' my life is just so hard to do Makin' deals a million one or two Buyin' new cars for my entire crew Matching Ferraris,E's black,mine's blue Can't swin a lap in my pool because it's just too long Could never go broke because my banks too strong No matter what I do I simply can't go wrong And I'll make money,I don't need this damn song But somebody's gotta do it When I walk in a joint,punks always look at me hard Because I wear enough gold to tie a dog in a yard Cold maxin' in my mansion so big it's silly Got a butler named Humphry and a maid named Milly Mink sheets on my bed,that's what I said Gourmet chefs in my kitchem so that I can get fed So tired of sailin' on my boat I might just Helicopter To my jet and catch a midnight flight So many girls in my book,it weighs a tom Gotta leave the damn country just to have some fun Private suite at the track to watch the ponies run And there ain't nothin' in the word That me an "E" ain't done But somedody gotta do it |
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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 King T - Thy Kingdom Come (2005)
A child was born in the east on day Moved to the west coast after his parents passed away Never understood his fascination with rhymes or beats In poetry he was considered elite Became a young gangster in the streets of L.A. Lost connections with his true roots far away But no matter the job or crime He never lost his hard core obsession to rhyme New York's hip hop movement broke loose Dj's cut records,raps had the juice Since busting rhymes was his natural thing He was crowned the west coast MC king But after his inauguration there was a rush Of wack rappers with one intention to crush This master rapper and take his throne A simple job,he had no crew,he stood all alone Assassins came in groups MC could survive But he showed no mercy,he rapped blood thirsty Battlin' from friday on to thursday Never losin' a 'bout,never ending in doubt Every confrontation K.O. knock out On his never ending journey to the T.O.P. The L.A. player M.C. ICE-T |
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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)
[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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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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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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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 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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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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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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[ 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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[ VERSE 1 ]
Woke up the other mornin, I heard a rumor They said the gang wars was over I told em they was bullshittin, they said it's real as hell Can't explain the way I felt Too many years I seen my brothers die And I can't say that shit was really that fly But I used to gangbang when I was younger So it's really hard to tell a kid that he's goin under I never thought I lived to see us chill Crips and Bloods holdin hands, the shit is ill But I love it, I can't help it Too much death on the streets, and we dealt it Van Ness Boys, The Hoovers, The 60s Bounty Hunters, 8-Treys, all coolin out, gee I pray the shit'll never stop You used to see the wrong colors, and the gats went pop-pop But now the kids got a chance to live And the O.G.'s got something to give That's love, black on black, that's how they made it And if any busters flip, they get faded L.A. is where I'm speakin of Peace to all the gangsters, cause I got a lotta love [ VERSE 2 ] I got a lotta love, cause you're all my brothers Red or blue, black's the color We got a chance, so we can really sweat the real fools Show those muthafuckas the real tools Check the enemy, it ain't the family Not 1-11, try L.A.P.D. They gotta understand, they beat on a blackman There's gonna be drama, know what I'm sayin? And if we flip, let's all flip together Cause I'm prepared, kid, for rough weather And we gotta realize, the boys on the east side You call em S-A's, I call em allies Because the day that we all unite Watch the pigs get real polite Punk muthafuckas gotta learn quick That we ain't takin no more shit L.A. is where I'm speakin of Peace to all the gangsters, cause I got a lotta love [ VERSE 3 ] Crenshaw Boulevard, Sunday afternoon Folks sittin on things, mad systems boom The girls are lookin better The gang truce is on, so you wear whatever At Venice by the ocean Rag-top Trey hits the three-wheel motion There's gangsters all around Still crazy sets, but you just don't clown I pray L.A. can stay this way It's the first summer I can really say I felt cool, we all chilled Went to the park, and nobody got killed Now if you got a problem, it's man on man You don't need a gang to solve em I seen the greatest thing I seen in my life Two brothers in a straight up fist fight Nobody pulled a gat, nobody jumped in Nobody pulled a knife, nobody got done in L.A. is where I'm speakin of Peace to my city, cause I got a lotta love [ VERSE 4 ] G-a-t-e-s, I hope you wear a vest Even after you're out the fuckin office Cause we're on a totally different tip Fuck that pig brutality shit This unity is gettin to me Every brother on the street is my homie I'm rollin through a hood that I never been And every brother steps to me as a friend I love it, I love it And nothin in my life will ever be above it We wanna see our kids all grown up We're tired of seein our hoods get blown up L.A. is a great place Fly girls, dope cars, life at a fast pace But gangbanging was killin it quick Another child got hit - bullshit Pop-pop-pop, 10 on a weekend We was goin off to deep end But now we got a chance, my friend To mend, and make the colors blend Let's all go out on a picnic, kick shit And squash all the static Last year I lost about five homies This shit is real to me L.A. is where I'm speakin of Peace to all the gangsters, cause I got a lotta love Yo This is goin out to all the gangbangers All over South Central Watts Inglewood All over L.A., basically East L.A. Youknowmsayin? It's basically goin down Peace to all the Crips and the Bloods Van Ness Boys Hoovers Rollin 60s 83's Bounty Hunters Yeah And the Jungle This is goin out to all the brothers over there in Watts You know what I'm sayin? Throwin it up Grape Street Nutty Blocc Front Hood And all them niggas out there in Compton Rollin 30s Harlem Ah yeah Pueblos Nickerson G's Peace Inglewood Family 18th Street South Loc And all the S-A homeboys All the different sets Every set, Crip, Blood What doesn't matter to me Cause I gotta love You know what I'm sayin? Hope the truce never ends Youknowsayin? We can do this |
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(feat. Shawnie Shawn)
[Shawnie Shawn] Yo, what's goin on Ice? [Ice-T] Yo what's up Shawnie Shawn? Man, just trippin off this girl, man [Shawnie Shawn] Girls? You? The Iceberg? Aw man, come on, spill it, man She was a swinger Talkin 'bout high post She was the most Knew she was fine, dope, fly She didn't have to try She brought a eye on my eye in a crowded club I tried to stare the girl down, but she didn't budge She moved through the crowd in a straight line The closer she got, mad thoughts ran through my mind Yo, what would I say, yo, how would I chill? My mind drew a blank, the whole scene was ill She stepped in the light, she was dynamite Her eyes said, "I wanna be with you all night I wanna rub you down, I wanna kiss, caress your soul Make your body warm and cold Do everything sexually you ever heard" And she hadn't said a single word.. I said, "Damn, what the hell am I gonna do?" But my eyes said the same things too I tried to speak, she put a finger across my lips Followed it with a kiss She said, "I want you bad," and she moved in next to me This woman spelled out ecstacy Said, "I've seen on the movies and TV I love your records, but I ain't no groupie Just wanna love ya, cause you're a real man And you deserve this lovin like only I can" I wanted her bad, and I am a man That night the shit hit the fan [Shawnie Shawn] Damn, man Keep on with it, man Come on now kick it, man You gotta kick it right, though Let me know what's up She had a 500 S-E-L airtight Cellular phone, brand-new, it was white on white As we walked to the car, I couldn't help but recognize Her small waist and sexy thighs She had a beach house she owned and a restaurant Took me in her crib and put Sade on As the waves hit the rocks in the moonlight She came up behind me and squeezed me real tight My mind started to trip, flip, roll, and roam What about my girl who's at sleep at home? But before I could lock in on that thought She broke out with a new men's watch that she had bought She put it round my wrist, it was a perfect fit And said in my ear, "Want you to have it" Then she unzipped her dress, dropped it to the ground My mind was totally blown by now She gazed at me nude in the moonlight Pumps still on, her body was firm and tight I looked at her breasts as they glistened and rised Right before my eyes And all I could say to myself was, "Damn.." The night the shit hit the fan [Shawnie Shawn] Man, man, man I understand... (The night the shit hit the fan) Come on now I feel it Come on (The night the shit hit the fan) Damn, man It's all that Shit Come on, Ice Kick that shit Now I'm a player, I been all around the world Made love to many girls But tonight this was the big league And I was worryin about fatigue I wanna do this girl, so she won't forget me And I knew that she'd let me She moved close and took my shirt off She said my skin was soft Then slipped her hand Between my stomach and my waist band Man, I couldn't take it no more Fuck the bedroom, we use the kitchen floor We hit skins all weekend We didn't even eat, we just hit em again I love to think about how it went down But she's no longer around Left town with some fly guy She's on some island drinkin D'Acqueray's and Mai Thai's But she gave me the keys to the beach house She knows what I'm about, at least now she figured out I ain't nothin but a straight up man And I might need those keys the next time the shit hits the fan Yeah Uh! Yeah Uh.. Yeah Uh I want her [Shawnie Shawn] Damn All that, all that And after all that You know? You always know, man In the long run You meet another one like the other one |
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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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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 - 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 - Home Invasion (2003)
Yeah! 1993, I'm back motherfucker, this is Ice-T.
Got my nigga Ice Cube in the motherfuckin house. Yeah! Up here in the ammo dump studios I got my nigga Aladdin, SLJ's in the motherfuckin place, behind the mixin boards, we about to do dis shit like this here! Verse 1: It's goin down tonight in L.A. Buckshot and uzis spray Microphone blowa The bitch checka The ho wrecka Ice motherfuckin T Nigga step to me But grab ya hoes quick Cause the Syndicate's throwin that crazy dick Punk motherfuckers run up You'll get done up We'll have your ass gunned up Before sun-up So what's the color I'm raggin? Been a millionare for years Still saggin Left pocket's stuffed with the huge-ass grip .380 in my right so it sags a little bit More than the rest of my gear When I'm on tour I empty clips Bust lips And break jaws Cause I love to loc up So punk motherfucker don't choke up When you're talkin to me Chorus: Ice, Ice motherfuckin T (x4) Verse 2: Bush, Quayle and Clinton got a problem with me: The motheruckin T I give less than a fuck about any of them Or their fuckin police friends They'd like to take me out Make me a goner They even tryin to sweat Time Warner Why? For tellin the truth to the youth That a lot of motherfuckers are hot And want police shot? You can't stop the shock (?) The fires are out But the coals are still hot I got juice to bring pain You tryin to fuck with the Ice Are you insane? This shit is bigger than me Be warned It's the calm before the storm And every fuckin thing I write Is gonna be analyzed by somebody white Chorus Verse 3: Run motherfucker, hide motherfucker, trip motherfucker, die motherfucker You don't give love And you won't get loved You don't push And you won't get shoved No joke I ain't here to laugh I ain't here to cry But every night of the week One of my homies die Eeny meeny mynie moe Blood's pourin out the naps of your afro It could be you Could be you Could be you Could be your whole damn crew It happens real quick Screechin tires Next thing you're hit Your body's cold Your body's hot You feel your chest You gasp for breath You're shot And now your homies is trippin' Lookin for a gat to put they clip in Street crime- That's the thing I bring, Ice-T I rap, B.C. I sing They call it controversy I call it truth with no mercy The beats are phat Ammo Dump tracks The kind that make speakers crack Not made for squares Or the weak punks That made the bump trunks Press- Get the fuck out my fuckin face I ain't got no more time to waste A ho is a ho, a bitch is a bitch, a nigga is a nigga And that's it I'm through explainin the shit You just makin me backtrack The next duck reporter might get hit with a blackjack Plus Every one of my true fans Totally understands A nigga like me Chorus (x2) |
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from Ice-T - Home Invasion (2003)
Yeah! 1993, I'm back motherfucker, this is Ice-T.
Got my nigga Ice Cube in the motherfuckin house. Yeah! Up here in the ammo dump studios I got my nigga Aladdin, SLJ's in the motherfuckin place, behind the mixin boards, we about to do dis shit like this here! Verse 1: It's goin down tonight in L.A. Buckshot and uzis spray Microphone blowa The bitch checka The ho wrecka Ice motherfuckin T Nigga step to me But grab ya hoes quick Cause the Syndicate's throwin that crazy dick Punk motherfuckers run up You'll get done up We'll have your ass gunned up Before sun-up So what's the color I'm raggin? Been a millionare for years Still saggin Left pocket's stuffed with the huge-ass grip .380 in my right so it sags a little bit More than the rest of my gear When I'm on tour I empty clips Bust lips And break jaws Cause I love to loc up So punk motherfucker don't choke up When you're talkin to me Chorus: Ice, Ice motherfuckin T (x4) Verse 2: Bush, Quayle and Clinton got a problem with me: The motheruckin T I give less than a fuck about any of them Or their fuckin police friends They'd like to take me out Make me a goner They even tryin to sweat Time Warner Why? For tellin the truth to the youth That a lot of motherfuckers are hot And want police shot? You can't stop the shock (?) The fires are out But the coals are still hot I got juice to bring pain You tryin to fuck with the Ice Are you insane? This shit is bigger than me Be warned It's the calm before the storm And every fuckin thing I write Is gonna be analyzed by somebody white Chorus Verse 3: Run motherfucker, hide motherfucker, trip motherfucker, die motherfucker You don't give love And you won't get loved You don't push And you won't get shoved No joke I ain't here to laugh I ain't here to cry But every night of the week One of my homies die Eeny meeny mynie moe Blood's pourin out the naps of your afro It could be you Could be you Could be you Could be your whole damn crew It happens real quick Screechin tires Next thing you're hit Your body's cold Your body's hot You feel your chest You gasp for breath You're shot And now your homies is trippin' Lookin for a gat to put they clip in Street crime- That's the thing I bring, Ice-T I rap, B.C. I sing They call it controversy I call it truth with no mercy The beats are phat Ammo Dump tracks The kind that make speakers crack Not made for squares Or the weak punks That made the bump trunks Press- Get the fuck out my fuckin face I ain't got no more time to waste A ho is a ho, a bitch is a bitch, a nigga is a nigga And that's it I'm through explainin the shit You just makin me backtrack The next duck reporter might get hit with a blackjack Plus Every one of my true fans Totally understands A nigga like me Chorus (x2) |
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from Ice-T - Home Invasion (2003)
Yo, Ice
The organization say they can't stay in business with us any longer What you gonna do? [Ice-T] We always knew we were gonna come to this point sooner or later... We have absolutely no option but to move forward. We'll have to set up our own distribution, manufacturing, run a totally indipendent organization and operation. We still got our connections in Texas, Miami, New York, Chicago, Detroit, and soldiers on the street willing to die. I can't put any cut on the product... I just can't live like that. But from now on if any cops get in our way... (5 gunshots) [Ice-T] Turn up the mic dog, so I can get off Find me Charlton Heston and I might cut his head off I'm not to be fucked with Step in the range of my Gauge and get bucked quick Niggas, hoes, I don't know who you are, my friends or foes Smile in my face and plot to kill me behind doors I got a new attitude, no trust Got me in a corner all a nigga can do is bust It may be you There's gonna be a lot of dead before I'm through I'm 'bout to break off niggas who play me and dis' me Try to switch from side to side like they whip me The damage is done Source Magazine, you're the first one {*gunshot*} You try to dis Chuck, Cube and me How the fuck you pick us 3? You punk motherfuckers ain't shit, you're just a bunch of hoes Makin' money off the pros And when I see I get you in my sights I give your ass a story to write Cause it's on It's on [Chorus: Ice-T] It's on motherfucker and you can't turn the shit off Catch you in the streets and your ass'll get tossed Bang! Bang! Bang! Cause it ain't no thang To put in work and watch your head burst **a gunshot** [Ice-T] A lot of fans ain't shit Let me repeat A lot of fans ain't shit Quick to flip if our group don't hit They don't make you nothin but a pop ho bitch And I don't need ya I love to bleed ya All I ever wanted was a real nigga's praise But the sad motherfuckin' fact Is that ain't that many real motherfuckers these days Game knows game I know too many who plays the name And I can make it in the music or the street game I still got hoes that'll work, still got crews that'll hit Still roll with an extra clip And those who think they'll stop me, doubt it Those motherfuckers better think about it You'd best to let me rap Ice back on the streets? You don't want that Cause I break ill And you really after body count the caps I peel, it's on [chorus: Ice-T] It's on motherfucker and you can't turn the shit off Catch you in the streets and your ass'll get tossed Bang! Bang! Bang! Cause it ain't no thing To put in work and watch your body jerk It's on [Ice-T] It's on motherfucker you goddamn right It's on, my royalty cheque, yeah, fool, I write my own I own my own label put my own shit out So no one tells me what the fuck to talk about And all the suckas that said I was through You need to wake up to my view I'm fallen off Ha! Ha! That's a joke! You motherfuckers are still unknown and broke And I'm stankin' rich My fuckin maid lives better than you, bitch So shut your trap When it comes to this level of game, you don't know jacks CIA, FBI, IRS Try to flip us out for sweat But they'll never sweat you son Cause you're broke and you're dumb and you're no threat to no one Them fools don't play I gotta deal with those motherfuckers every day They'd love to get me behind bars They hawk a nigga like I'm Carlos Escobar But in a way I am Been puttin dope on the street for years and don't give a damn So I'm thinkin about them, friend The real motherfuckin gangstas wanna see me end It's gonna end up in a bloodbath, no doubt That's the only way I'm going out, it's on [Chorus: Ice-T] It's on It's on motherfucker and you can't turn the shit off Catch you in the streets and your ass'll get tossed Bang! Bang! Bang! Cause it ain't no thing To put in work and watch your head burst It's on |
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from Ice-T - Home Invasion (2003)
Yo, Ice
The organization say they can't stay in business with us any longer What you gonna do? [Ice-T] We always knew we were gonna come to this point sooner or later... We have absolutely no option but to move forward. We'll have to set up our own distribution, manufacturing, run a totally indipendent organization and operation. We still got our connections in Texas, Miami, New York, Chicago, Detroit, and soldiers on the street willing to die. I can't put any cut on the product... I just can't live like that. But from now on if any cops get in our way... (5 gunshots) [Ice-T] Turn up the mic dog, so I can get off Find me Charlton Heston and I might cut his head off I'm not to be fucked with Step in the range of my Gauge and get bucked quick Niggas, hoes, I don't know who you are, my friends or foes Smile in my face and plot to kill me behind doors I got a new attitude, no trust Got me in a corner all a nigga can do is bust It may be you There's gonna be a lot of dead before I'm through I'm 'bout to break off niggas who play me and dis' me Try to switch from side to side like they whip me The damage is done Source Magazine, you're the first one {*gunshot*} You try to dis Chuck, Cube and me How the fuck you pick us 3? You punk motherfuckers ain't shit, you're just a bunch of hoes Makin' money off the pros And when I see I get you in my sights I give your ass a story to write Cause it's on It's on [Chorus: Ice-T] It's on motherfucker and you can't turn the shit off Catch you in the streets and your ass'll get tossed Bang! Bang! Bang! Cause it ain't no thang To put in work and watch your head burst **a gunshot** [Ice-T] A lot of fans ain't shit Let me repeat A lot of fans ain't shit Quick to flip if our group don't hit They don't make you nothin but a pop ho bitch And I don't need ya I love to bleed ya All I ever wanted was a real nigga's praise But the sad motherfuckin' fact Is that ain't that many real motherfuckers these days Game knows game I know too many who plays the name And I can make it in the music or the street game I still got hoes that'll work, still got crews that'll hit Still roll with an extra clip And those who think they'll stop me, doubt it Those motherfuckers better think about it You'd best to let me rap Ice back on the streets? You don't want that Cause I break ill And you really after body count the caps I peel, it's on [chorus: Ice-T] It's on motherfucker and you can't turn the shit off Catch you in the streets and your ass'll get tossed Bang! Bang! Bang! Cause it ain't no thing To put in work and watch your body jerk It's on [Ice-T] It's on motherfucker you goddamn right It's on, my royalty cheque, yeah, fool, I write my own I own my own label put my own shit out So no one tells me what the fuck to talk about And all the suckas that said I was through You need to wake up to my view I'm fallen off Ha! Ha! That's a joke! You motherfuckers are still unknown and broke And I'm stankin' rich My fuckin maid lives better than you, bitch So shut your trap When it comes to this level of game, you don't know jacks CIA, FBI, IRS Try to flip us out for sweat But they'll never sweat you son Cause you're broke and you're dumb and you're no threat to no one Them fools don't play I gotta deal with those motherfuckers every day They'd love to get me behind bars They hawk a nigga like I'm Carlos Escobar But in a way I am Been puttin dope on the street for years and don't give a damn So I'm thinkin about them, friend The real motherfuckin gangstas wanna see me end It's gonna end up in a bloodbath, no doubt That's the only way I'm going out, it's on [Chorus: Ice-T] It's on It's on motherfucker and you can't turn the shit off Catch you in the streets and your ass'll get tossed Bang! Bang! Bang! Cause it ain't no thing To put in work and watch your head burst It's on |
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from Ice-T - Home Invasion (2003)
Yo, Ice, you been down with the struggle for a long time, man...
Why don't you drop some knowledge for these brothers who want to get involved in this war... Take notes: real gangstas wear trench coats Grey suits, black ties and they seek votes And you're not to be misled They'll kill you in your fuckin' bed They don't sell dope, yo, excuse me, yes they do But they don't look that much like me or you But if you pull up the sheets and expose them They'll crawl up like snakes and show fangs of venom Now I've been soldier for years Representin' the tattooed tears Other brothas locked up with no choice Left in the bowels of devil with no voice My phones are tapped, my crib is bugged My car is tailed from club to club And this ain't no fuckin' joke They want to see a nigga broke You can't slip, if you slip you're out You gotta know what you're talkin' about Drop science every chance you get Hit direct and indirect, speak in code Cause you're never alone That's why I use this low tone Follow this and you might grow older This is a message to the soldiers... Now they killed King and they shot X Now they want me, you could be next All you gotta do is speak too loud All you gotta be is be too proud Cause once you let'em know Who you are and where you're at You better watch your back Cause you might think you're just dope While you're livin' in a sniper's scope I'm not tryin' to scare you But there's a danger if you get too deep Some nights I don't sleep All you wanna do is tell the truth All you wanna do is save the youth Ice Cube knows, Souljah knows, P.E. knows They throw death blows And if you got kids or a girl that's true They'll move on them too But when I'm gone I need you to carry on You gotta be strong and fight for our salvation But there will be retaliation, soldier... To think that rap could be attacked Is ignorin' the simple fact That they never ment us to speak They had planned to keep the black man weak But rap hit the streets Black rage amplified over dope beats Now they want to shut us down And they don't fuck around Check the history books, son Black leaders die young They tell us that your words are scary They're revolutionary Because we speak the truth About crime and drugs And expose the real thugs This info is not beneficial To the groups that go by three initals So they try to discredit They'll dog you with an edit Print the words the way you never said it But we gotta make'em regret it, soldiers... Word! I know a lot of brothas out there want to get in this war... You know what I'm sayin'? a lot of sistas got a lot of knowledge to drop on our people but right now they're movin' to shut down all hip-hop! The first amendment had absolutely nothin' to do with black people at the time constitution was written, we were considered nothin' but property...The expectation of havin' black people speak on records never came to mind, so we gotta move! But belive me all the black leaders have been silenced and most of the time it's been violent so if you choose to get in this war, realize what you're in for but we gotta move on... And we gotta stay strong... Message to the soldiers, welcome to the struggle... Message to the soldiers, be careful, soldiers... |
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from Ice-T - Home Invasion (2003)
Yo, Ice, you been down with the struggle for a long time, man...
Why don't you drop some knowledge for these brothers who want to get involved in this war... Take notes: real gangstas wear trench coats Grey suits, black ties and they seek votes And you're not to be misled They'll kill you in your fuckin' bed They don't sell dope, yo, excuse me, yes they do But they don't look that much like me or you But if you pull up the sheets and expose them They'll crawl up like snakes and show fangs of venom Now I've been soldier for years Representin' the tattooed tears Other brothas locked up with no choice Left in the bowels of devil with no voice My phones are tapped, my crib is bugged My car is tailed from club to club And this ain't no fuckin' joke They want to see a nigga broke You can't slip, if you slip you're out You gotta know what you're talkin' about Drop science every chance you get Hit direct and indirect, speak in code Cause you're never alone That's why I use this low tone Follow this and you might grow older This is a message to the soldiers... Now they killed King and they shot X Now they want me, you could be next All you gotta do is speak too loud All you gotta be is be too proud Cause once you let'em know Who you are and where you're at You better watch your back Cause you might think you're just dope While you're livin' in a sniper's scope I'm not tryin' to scare you But there's a danger if you get too deep Some nights I don't sleep All you wanna do is tell the truth All you wanna do is save the youth Ice Cube knows, Souljah knows, P.E. knows They throw death blows And if you got kids or a girl that's true They'll move on them too But when I'm gone I need you to carry on You gotta be strong and fight for our salvation But there will be retaliation, soldier... To think that rap could be attacked Is ignorin' the simple fact That they never ment us to speak They had planned to keep the black man weak But rap hit the streets Black rage amplified over dope beats Now they want to shut us down And they don't fuck around Check the history books, son Black leaders die young They tell us that your words are scary They're revolutionary Because we speak the truth About crime and drugs And expose the real thugs This info is not beneficial To the groups that go by three initals So they try to discredit They'll dog you with an edit Print the words the way you never said it But we gotta make'em regret it, soldiers... Word! I know a lot of brothas out there want to get in this war... You know what I'm sayin'? a lot of sistas got a lot of knowledge to drop on our people but right now they're movin' to shut down all hip-hop! The first amendment had absolutely nothin' to do with black people at the time constitution was written, we were considered nothin' but property...The expectation of havin' black people speak on records never came to mind, so we gotta move! But belive me all the black leaders have been silenced and most of the time it's been violent so if you choose to get in this war, realize what you're in for but we gotta move on... And we gotta stay strong... Message to the soldiers, welcome to the struggle... Message to the soldiers, be careful, soldiers... |
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from Ice-T - Home Invasion (2003)
(feat. DJ Evil E The Great)
[Intro: Ice-T Talking] Yo, shut up this is Ice motherfuckin' T And I've been listenin' to a lot of DJ's Get on the Mic and try to get busy you know what I'm sayin'? But can't no DJ get rap like my motherfuckin' nigga Evil-E So right about now I'm give you the motherfuckin' microphone I'ma get behind the wheels, and we gonna do this Yo Evil, tell where the fuck it's comin' from [Verse 1: Evil-E] It's comin' from the mouth of the pimp behind the wheels I make the bitch kneel, Evil E the Great steel Shows, hoes, junior pimp, sweat out punk So I can give your bitch, the Evil-E junk I love your honey if she listen up, listen clear after the show Yo, hoe hit the wheel "yeah" Backstage, pad lipstick, tattooed on the right tip My hope to get lit, grap that ass and hit "hit" Hard move and more security would be knockin' While Evil E's rockin', Charlie Jam is gyratin' I'm a fuckin' mack that comes up, by playin' them back Ask my nigga, I be Shawnie, Shawnie, Shawnie mack... [Chorus:] E cuts the records and the yellow nigga gets loose E cuts the records and the yellow nigga gets loose [Ice-T:] yo E, tell them who the fuck you are [Evil-E:] yeah nigga I'm the pimp behind the wheels [Ice-T:] Yo, man I don't think they heard you man I don't think fuck they heard you man [Evil-E:] aiy bitch, I'm the pimp behind the wheels [Ice-T:] you pimp behind the wheels right, the pimp behind the wheels [Evil-E:] That's right I'm the pimp behind the wheels [Ice-T:] well jump off [Evil-E:] yo, check this motherfuckin' shit out [Verse 2: Evil-E] Standin' with no quitter a fuckin' baby sitter Quick to get with her and have bitches that's bitter "yeah" I'm all that, fuck you if you don't think so Take your mamms, make that bitch my main hoe 'Hah" Let's go, let's go, let's go, showtime Blow the Syndicate's sock when my nigga kicked the dope "yeah" Rhyme that ass, yep that's what I'm peepin' Niggaz never sleep on Evil E, I'll deep in Some ass make you fatal, yo that's pimpin' New city, no tittie, Evil-E be never be slippin' "yeah" Down with the Syndicate rippin' shit up Back wheel my yellow nigga Ice And I'm the pimp behind the wheels... [Chorus:] E cuts the records and the yellow nigga gets loose E cuts the records and the yellow nigga gets loose [Ice-T:] yo, jump off E, get busy dude [Evil-E:] that's right, I'm the pimp behind the wheels [Ice-T:] I don't think they hear you nigga, I don't think they hear you [Evil-E:] yeah nigga, I'm the pimp behind the wheels [Ice-T:] motherfuckin' pimp behind the wheels, yeah [Evil-E:] that's right, I'm the pimp behind the wheels Yo Ice, break it down like this [Chorus:] E cuts the records and the yellow nigga gets loose E cuts the records and the yellow nigga gets loose [Break: Evil-E Talking] Yeeeeeeeeeeah nigga Yo P, cut that shit up properly Y'all never seen a MC cut shit up right A fuckin' nigga, but check this shit out [Verse 3: Evil-E] Evil-E the nigga that always gives a fuck About gettin' sucked, clockin' crazy bucks Fuck your fine hazes, all it takes is a second "second" Syndicate weapon Evil-E and I'm kickin' in the back While supplyin' the sounds on stage Cops enrage that's why we always on the front page Rippin' shit up, me and my yellow nigga The mic is the gat and the wheels is the trigger Grap the haze known every city that I rip "rip" Got crazy Dollars cause I always keep a grip "grip" Get down with the Syndicate rippin' shit up Back wheel my yellow nigga Ice "who are you" And I'm the pimp behind the wheels... [Chorus:] E cuts the records and the yellow nigga gets loose E cuts the records and the yellow nigga gets loose [Ice-T:] niggaz don't know man, niggaz don't know [Evil-E:] yeah nigga, I'm the pimp behind the wheels [Ice-T:] niggaz can't hear you motherfucker [Evil-E:] yeah, the pimp behind the wheels [Ice-T:] niggaz don't understand the level of this game baby [Evil-E:] Ice is down with the pimp behind the wheels [Ice-T:] niggaz, niggaz can't deal with this shit [Evil-E:] an untouchable with the pimp behind the wheels [Ice-T:] awww yeah [Evil-E:] LP's with the pimp behind the wheels Bodycount is with the pimp behind the wheels The Syndicate is with the pimp behind the wheels Hen-Gee is the pimp behind the wheels [Ice-T:] pimp behind the wheels, yeah [Evil-E:] That's right motherfucker, 1993's style Home Invasion Dedicating this shit to all the DJ's in all the motherfuckin' world [Ice-T:] this shit fly E [Evil-E:] and peace to all MC's in the world My nigga Ice on the wheels of steel, you know what I'm sayin' Total haze knows I whip nationwide [Ice-T:] shit makes you wanna hold your nuts [Evil-E:] you know what I'm sayin, and I'm outta this motherfucker [Ice-T:] Shits kinda fly, pimp shit, Evil-E style All the virgins thanks for nothing, look I got this DJ here E Yeah, that's for all the DJ's out there, y'all can suck my dick too, twice [Evil-E:] I'mthe pimp behind the wheels I'm dedicatin' this record to all the DJ's in the entire motherfuckin' world That's down with the Evil-E and my yellow nigga [Ice-T:] that's me hoe [Evil-E:] Peace to all the MC's in the house Peace to all the haze nose all over the world Let's get the fuck outta here |
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(feat. DJ Evil E The Great)
[Intro: Ice-T Talking] Yo, shut up this is Ice motherfuckin' T And I've been listenin' to a lot of DJ's Get on the Mic and try to get busy you know what I'm sayin'? But can't no DJ get rap like my motherfuckin' nigga Evil-E So right about now I'm give you the motherfuckin' microphone I'ma get behind the wheels, and we gonna do this Yo Evil, tell where the fuck it's comin' from [Verse 1: Evil-E] It's comin' from the mouth of the pimp behind the wheels I make the bitch kneel, Evil E the Great steel Shows, hoes, junior pimp, sweat out punk So I can give your bitch, the Evil-E junk I love your honey if she listen up, listen clear after the show Yo, hoe hit the wheel "yeah" Backstage, pad lipstick, tattooed on the right tip My hope to get lit, grap that ass and hit "hit" Hard move and more security would be knockin' While Evil E's rockin', Charlie Jam is gyratin' I'm a fuckin' mack that comes up, by playin' them back Ask my nigga, I be Shawnie, Shawnie, Shawnie mack... [Chorus:] E cuts the records and the yellow nigga gets loose E cuts the records and the yellow nigga gets loose [Ice-T:] yo E, tell them who the fuck you are [Evil-E:] yeah nigga I'm the pimp behind the wheels [Ice-T:] Yo, man I don't think they heard you man I don't think fuck they heard you man [Evil-E:] aiy bitch, I'm the pimp behind the wheels [Ice-T:] you pimp behind the wheels right, the pimp behind the wheels [Evil-E:] That's right I'm the pimp behind the wheels [Ice-T:] well jump off [Evil-E:] yo, check this motherfuckin' shit out [Verse 2: Evil-E] Standin' with no quitter a fuckin' baby sitter Quick to get with her and have bitches that's bitter "yeah" I'm all that, fuck you if you don't think so Take your mamms, make that bitch my main hoe 'Hah" Let's go, let's go, let's go, showtime Blow the Syndicate's sock when my nigga kicked the dope "yeah" Rhyme that ass, yep that's what I'm peepin' Niggaz never sleep on Evil E, I'll deep in Some ass make you fatal, yo that's pimpin' New city, no tittie, Evil-E be never be slippin' "yeah" Down with the Syndicate rippin' shit up Back wheel my yellow nigga Ice And I'm the pimp behind the wheels... [Chorus:] E cuts the records and the yellow nigga gets loose E cuts the records and the yellow nigga gets loose [Ice-T:] yo, jump off E, get busy dude [Evil-E:] that's right, I'm the pimp behind the wheels [Ice-T:] I don't think they hear you nigga, I don't think they hear you [Evil-E:] yeah nigga, I'm the pimp behind the wheels [Ice-T:] motherfuckin' pimp behind the wheels, yeah [Evil-E:] that's right, I'm the pimp behind the wheels Yo Ice, break it down like this [Chorus:] E cuts the records and the yellow nigga gets loose E cuts the records and the yellow nigga gets loose [Break: Evil-E Talking] Yeeeeeeeeeeah nigga Yo P, cut that shit up properly Y'all never seen a MC cut shit up right A fuckin' nigga, but check this shit out [Verse 3: Evil-E] Evil-E the nigga that always gives a fuck About gettin' sucked, clockin' crazy bucks Fuck your fine hazes, all it takes is a second "second" Syndicate weapon Evil-E and I'm kickin' in the back While supplyin' the sounds on stage Cops enrage that's why we always on the front page Rippin' shit up, me and my yellow nigga The mic is the gat and the wheels is the trigger Grap the haze known every city that I rip "rip" Got crazy Dollars cause I always keep a grip "grip" Get down with the Syndicate rippin' shit up Back wheel my yellow nigga Ice "who are you" And I'm the pimp behind the wheels... [Chorus:] E cuts the records and the yellow nigga gets loose E cuts the records and the yellow nigga gets loose [Ice-T:] niggaz don't know man, niggaz don't know [Evil-E:] yeah nigga, I'm the pimp behind the wheels [Ice-T:] niggaz can't hear you motherfucker [Evil-E:] yeah, the pimp behind the wheels [Ice-T:] niggaz don't understand the level of this game baby [Evil-E:] Ice is down with the pimp behind the wheels [Ice-T:] niggaz, niggaz can't deal with this shit [Evil-E:] an untouchable with the pimp behind the wheels [Ice-T:] awww yeah [Evil-E:] LP's with the pimp behind the wheels Bodycount is with the pimp behind the wheels The Syndicate is with the pimp behind the wheels Hen-Gee is the pimp behind the wheels [Ice-T:] pimp behind the wheels, yeah [Evil-E:] That's right motherfucker, 1993's style Home Invasion Dedicating this shit to all the DJ's in all the motherfuckin' world [Ice-T:] this shit fly E [Evil-E:] and peace to all MC's in the world My nigga Ice on the wheels of steel, you know what I'm sayin' Total haze knows I whip nationwide [Ice-T:] shit makes you wanna hold your nuts [Evil-E:] you know what I'm sayin, and I'm outta this motherfucker [Ice-T:] Shits kinda fly, pimp shit, Evil-E style All the virgins thanks for nothing, look I got this DJ here E Yeah, that's for all the DJ's out there, y'all can suck my dick too, twice [Evil-E:] I'mthe pimp behind the wheels I'm dedicatin' this record to all the DJ's in the entire motherfuckin' world That's down with the Evil-E and my yellow nigga [Ice-T:] that's me hoe [Evil-E:] Peace to all the MC's in the house Peace to all the haze nose all over the world Let's get the fuck outta here |
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Yeah
Yeah Check this out: now I'm black But black people trip Cause white people like me White people like me But don't like them What's the fuck up Are you my friend? Hell no, you're a racist You say you got one black friend, so you're in Sorry homie, no win Check the facts Mexicans are still gettin pushed to the back Puerto-Ricans gettin dissed the same Won't speak on the Indians, shit's insane Fuck John Wayne I don't hate whites I just got a death wish for muthafuckas that ain't right You got black skin Still you gotta show and prove, friend Back to the facts What about Australia? A fuckin failure The Aboriginal people are black So they got jacked You ask me about free speech and the Riots? So what's in store? I'm talkin bout a race war (Get yourself together) (Upen your eyes Get wise) (Put your brain in gear) Race war People gettin killed in the street Blood on your feet, the ends don't meet And who they gonna blame it on, me? Try the media Try the P.D. Try your TV Try your quest for wealth Anybody but yourself But once the bullets start flyin People start dyin It's all because we're lyin History books that teach hate A kid has no escape From the racist fate And pretty soon South Africa Will stop chillin And start killin Race war (8X) Every night I pray That people get this shit together one day But this country ain't with it America was founded on that racist shit I judge the devil by his deeds It's usually connected to the size of his greed And keep the hope Even though they'd love to give a nigga like me the rope And when this shit hits There's gonna be a lotta white kids rollin with the Africans You can't sweat skin Cause ??? a lot of blacks is down with the Republicans This shit don't have to happen That's why a brother like me's still rappin Just treat each other right Either that, or you're lookin for a sure fight Fuck the police We already know they ain't about no fuckin peace You wanna know what I think's in store? Justice or a race war (Get yourself together) (Upen your eyes Get wise) Race war (Get yourself together) (Upen your eyes Get wise) (Put your brain in gear) Race war (Get yourself together) (Upen your eyes Get wise) (Put your brain in gear) Race war (Get yourself together) (Upen your eyes Get wise) (Put your brain in gear) Korean people live down in the hood A little mis-fuckin-understood Orientals were slaves too Word to this fuckin red white and blue People from Iran ain't never did shit to us So why the distrust? The system wanna keep us at each other's throats While we're payin the tax notes Cause bein black ain't no fuckin minority It's the fuckin majority So they gotta make us hate each other Word, check the brothers Mexicans - black Jamaicans - black Iranians - black Indians - black Hawaiians - black Puerto-Ricans - black Eskimos - black South-Americans - black Orientals - black Yeah, that's right The Klan says everything's black that ain't white So we gotta get our facts straight Cause the shit they teach in school is pure hate Sometimes I don't know for sure If somebody want a race war (Get yourself together) (Upen your eyes Get wise) Race war (Get yourself together) (Upen your eyes Get wise) (Put your brain in gear) Race war (Get yourself together) (Upen your eyes Get wise) (Put your brain in gear) Race war (Get yourself together) (Upen your eyes Get wise) (Put your brain in gear) Who wants a race war? ( *quotes repeated until end* ) We're gonna lose |
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Yeah
Yeah Check this out: now I'm black But black people trip Cause white people like me White people like me But don't like them What's the fuck up Are you my friend? Hell no, you're a racist You say you got one black friend, so you're in Sorry homie, no win Check the facts Mexicans are still gettin pushed to the back Puerto-Ricans gettin dissed the same Won't speak on the Indians, shit's insane Fuck John Wayne I don't hate whites I just got a death wish for muthafuckas that ain't right You got black skin Still you gotta show and prove, friend Back to the facts What about Australia? A fuckin failure The Aboriginal people are black So they got jacked You ask me about free speech and the Riots? So what's in store? I'm talkin bout a race war (Get yourself together) (Upen your eyes Get wise) (Put your brain in gear) Race war People gettin killed in the street Blood on your feet, the ends don't meet And who they gonna blame it on, me? Try the media Try the P.D. Try your TV Try your quest for wealth Anybody but yourself But once the bullets start flyin People start dyin It's all because we're lyin History books that teach hate A kid has no escape From the racist fate And pretty soon South Africa Will stop chillin And start killin Race war (8X) Every night I pray That people get this shit together one day But this country ain't with it America was founded on that racist shit I judge the devil by his deeds It's usually connected to the size of his greed And keep the hope Even though they'd love to give a nigga like me the rope And when this shit hits There's gonna be a lotta white kids rollin with the Africans You can't sweat skin Cause ??? a lot of blacks is down with the Republicans This shit don't have to happen That's why a brother like me's still rappin Just treat each other right Either that, or you're lookin for a sure fight Fuck the police We already know they ain't about no fuckin peace You wanna know what I think's in store? Justice or a race war (Get yourself together) (Upen your eyes Get wise) Race war (Get yourself together) (Upen your eyes Get wise) (Put your brain in gear) Race war (Get yourself together) (Upen your eyes Get wise) (Put your brain in gear) Race war (Get yourself together) (Upen your eyes Get wise) (Put your brain in gear) Korean people live down in the hood A little mis-fuckin-understood Orientals were slaves too Word to this fuckin red white and blue People from Iran ain't never did shit to us So why the distrust? The system wanna keep us at each other's throats While we're payin the tax notes Cause bein black ain't no fuckin minority It's the fuckin majority So they gotta make us hate each other Word, check the brothers Mexicans - black Jamaicans - black Iranians - black Indians - black Hawaiians - black Puerto-Ricans - black Eskimos - black South-Americans - black Orientals - black Yeah, that's right The Klan says everything's black that ain't white So we gotta get our facts straight Cause the shit they teach in school is pure hate Sometimes I don't know for sure If somebody want a race war (Get yourself together) (Upen your eyes Get wise) Race war (Get yourself together) (Upen your eyes Get wise) (Put your brain in gear) Race war (Get yourself together) (Upen your eyes Get wise) (Put your brain in gear) Race war (Get yourself together) (Upen your eyes Get wise) (Put your brain in gear) Who wants a race war? ( *quotes repeated until end* ) We're gonna lose |
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(intro)
Yeah,Syndicate's in the house Yeah,Geto Boys in the house Yeah,Donald D's in the house Yeah,Body count's in the house Yeah,Zulu Nation's in the house Yeah,Ice-T's in the house,yeah (verse one) You go on and on and you don't stop Got sticky sneakers from the blood of a shot cop Belt and a club,I'm leaving tracks on the white rug Punk tried to rif and he met double-live slugs I ain't the nigger to step to I'm catching bodies and the next one could be you Quick on the trigger,yo,I'm a gravedigger Drop off a a body and deep six'em in the river A nice talking psychopath All cops hunt the black male in a skimask But I'm too damn clever Will they ever catch me,never Because I operate in and out of state Move at a quick rate And never hesitate to take a chump sucker down And my H-K it holds 80 rounds So when you move be careful and don't play And watch for the ricochet Suicide,it's a suicide,yeah (x8) (verse two) So shut up motherfuckers as I laid the ink When I'm in Detroit,niggers fight in mink When I'm in Chicago,motherfuckers get buck wild When I'm up in Oakland Niggers rolling in huge piles In Atlanta,niggers crash you doors When I'm in Philly,it's a sold out tour In L.A.,I max out real hard When I'm in New York,I bill with the Gods So don't try to deny me my proper juice E.cuts the records and the yellow nigger gets loose No static,just much respect Truck my Rolex when I cruise the projects A fly brother that is hard to figure I punch hos and I smack up niggers Because I'm a pimp and a player Sometimes I bum hip-hop,the other times slayer You don't like it Well stay out of my fucking way Duck for the gunshot and watch to the ricochet Suicide,it's a suicide,yeah (x3) C'mon yeah (x7) (verse three) Yo D.,what's up?,suckers is popping lip Grab the H-K and the dum-dum clip and spread out I'm putting punk's heads out Doors is shut,there's no chance to get out I got the motherfucking side with bi clocks Raise the auto-loader and let off the buckshot (Sounds of gunfire) That's how I like to do work (Gunfire again) Got guts on my T-shirt Motherfuckers tried to play the ice Because I rhyme smooth And on T.V. act nice Saw,that's what you shouldn't have said Now I'm so mad I'm busting veins in my forehead You want to get off,come on let's rock But have your safety off,and your shit cocked Because when I come to get that ass I'll leave your whole block filled with hot brass So punk,don't make me pop my trunk Show you my amps and my Mossberg pump Because when I pull it most niggers run Fool niggers stay and get hit by the ricochet Suicide,it's a suicide,yeah (x8) (verse four) Niggers want to know about me and the...... We squashed that shit with me and him about a year ago But there's a new rule starting tonight Dis'me on a record,see me bite Because in a daze,you saw a battle of mics (sounds of gunfire) I'm using gages and flashlights Ease back and don't give me no feedback Yo,"Ice cool out",yo,fuck that I'm hot,I'm putting niggers in cots Some get knocked out,some just get shot Where did I get all the juice I used Gotta posse full of brothers with nothing to lose Some just got out,some will never Some beat the cases 'cause their lawyer was clever I love'em all and they know that's true So they won't blink while they doing a punk like you Freeze motherfucker Get on your knees,hands behind you back Bow your heads,if you will please I'll swing my axe,watch the bodies fall Watch your head roll off like volleyball So all you motherfuckers down with the fly guy Look me in the face,like you're strong when you walk by And all you punk niggers talking shit Step to the side,bow your head like a bitch I don't play,you'll get hit by the ricochet You'll get hit by the ricochet You'll get hit by the ricochet Yeah |
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I was born in new jersey, I said it before
But I guess nobody heard me My mother died young No sistas or brothas, I was the only son When I was twelve my pops died too What a brotha was supposed to do? They sent me out West To live with my aunt I guess they though it was the best But there was no love there Growin' with no moms I guess I was prepared to live in a vacuum The bedroom the kitchen, the hall and the bathroom I didn't leave home much, didn't like L.A. Didn't have no friends to trust Got busted to a school Blacks and whites, I guess the shit was cool But in highschool I changed Didn't wanna bust, didn't wanna play the game I walked to Crenshaw high, shit was fly I hooked up with new cru Some brothas that knew what the fuck to do You might call it gang but we called it a set And it was our own thang The whole school was down And one way or another everybody fucked around When the hardcore or not you wore the right color or your ass got shot That's how i'm livin'... I did three years in and made close friends Havin' no love my homies came my only I was glad: a family I never had But I grew up fast got a girl on 10th grade pregnant Needin' cash, I had to change my style Switched from bangin' to hustlin' No more goin' buckwild Had to get a cashflow But my hustle was weak, it was a no go I join the army, four years in that shit Be all fucked you can be Came back to the hood My homies had done good Had elevated their game About 100 gees a lick, no mothafuckin' shame Passed for the jewels Baby sledgehammers with the tools I speak on this with a hesitation Even though it passed the statue of limitation... I checked the bank Bought a porsche and gear, earn high streetrank But as I grew my whole crew fell thru Cops had us on the books as innerstate crooks Murder robbery rape escape, the whole damn nine You robbed a nigga blind I had too much juice, I cut my boosters loose I was intread with the pimpgame Took on the ice-name But the pimpgame moved too slow Especially for a nigga who was hooked on quick dough In one nite late I was in a carwreck And I was lucky to escape Hospital for teen weeks, in bed almost dead And when I got well, I got gaught in a cross And got locked in a jailcell That's how I'm livin'... They cutted me loose And I had to change troops This time they didn't catch me Next time they'll strecth me Cause my time was gettin' short All my homies was in court Or locked in a hole, this shit was gettin' old So I changed my life Putted down the gun and picked up the mic It took ten years to get from there to here But I still keep a gun, cops got me on the run And they hate me more now Than they ever did before My homies came back from pen And we all worked together True friends but every once and while Some punk mistakes me as a junk And he gets in my face Wrong mothafuckin' place And I aint lyin', that's how you dyin'... |
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I was born in new jersey, I said it before
But I guess nobody heard me My mother died young No sistas or brothas, I was the only son When I was twelve my pops died too What a brotha was supposed to do? They sent me out West To live with my aunt I guess they though it was the best But there was no love there Growin' with no moms I guess I was prepared to live in a vacuum The bedroom the kitchen, the hall and the bathroom I didn't leave home much, didn't like L.A. Didn't have no friends to trust Got busted to a school Blacks and whites, I guess the shit was cool But in highschool I changed Didn't wanna bust, didn't wanna play the game I walked to Crenshaw high, shit was fly I hooked up with new cru Some brothas that knew what the fuck to do You might call it gang but we called it a set And it was our own thang The whole school was down And one way or another everybody fucked around When the hardcore or not you wore the right color or your ass got shot That's how i'm livin'... I did three years in and made close friends Havin' no love my homies came my only I was glad: a family I never had But I grew up fast got a girl on 10th grade pregnant Needin' cash, I had to change my style Switched from bangin' to hustlin' No more goin' buckwild Had to get a cashflow But my hustle was weak, it was a no go I join the army, four years in that shit Be all fucked you can be Came back to the hood My homies had done good Had elevated their game About 100 gees a lick, no mothafuckin' shame Passed for the jewels Baby sledgehammers with the tools I speak on this with a hesitation Even though it passed the statue of limitation... I checked the bank Bought a porsche and gear, earn high streetrank But as I grew my whole crew fell thru Cops had us on the books as innerstate crooks Murder robbery rape escape, the whole damn nine You robbed a nigga blind I had too much juice, I cut my boosters loose I was intread with the pimpgame Took on the ice-name But the pimpgame moved too slow Especially for a nigga who was hooked on quick dough In one nite late I was in a carwreck And I was lucky to escape Hospital for teen weeks, in bed almost dead And when I got well, I got gaught in a cross And got locked in a jailcell That's how I'm livin'... They cutted me loose And I had to change troops This time they didn't catch me Next time they'll strecth me Cause my time was gettin' short All my homies was in court Or locked in a hole, this shit was gettin' old So I changed my life Putted down the gun and picked up the mic It took ten years to get from there to here But I still keep a gun, cops got me on the run And they hate me more now Than they ever did before My homies came back from pen And we all worked together True friends but every once and while Some punk mistakes me as a junk And he gets in my face Wrong mothafuckin' place And I aint lyin', that's how you dyin'... |
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I was born in new jersey, I said it before
But I guess nobody heard me My mother died young No sistas or brothas, I was the only son When I was twelve my pops died too What a brotha was supposed to do? They sent me out West To live with my aunt I guess they though it was the best But there was no love there Growin' with no moms I guess I was prepared to live in a vacuum The bedroom the kitchen, the hall and the bathroom I didn't leave home much, didn't like L.A. Didn't have no friends to trust Got busted to a school Blacks and whites, I guess the shit was cool But in highschool I changed Didn't wanna bust, didn't wanna play the game I walked to Crenshaw high, shit was fly I hooked up with new cru Some brothas that knew what the fuck to do You might call it gang but we called it a set And it was our own thang The whole school was down And one way or another everybody fucked around When the hardcore or not you wore the right color or your ass got shot That's how i'm livin'... I did three years in and made close friends Havin' no love my homies came my only I was glad: a family I never had But I grew up fast got a girl on 10th grade pregnant Needin' cash, I had to change my style Switched from bangin' to hustlin' No more goin' buckwild Had to get a cashflow But my hustle was weak, it was a no go I join the army, four years in that shit Be all fucked you can be Came back to the hood My homies had done good Had elevated their game About 100 gees a lick, no mothafuckin' shame Passed for the jewels Baby sledgehammers with the tools I speak on this with a hesitation Even though it passed the statue of limitation... I checked the bank Bought a porsche and gear, earn high streetrank But as I grew my whole crew fell thru Cops had us on the books as innerstate crooks Murder robbery rape escape, the whole damn nine You robbed a nigga blind I had too much juice, I cut my boosters loose I was intread with the pimpgame Took on the ice-name But the pimpgame moved too slow Especially for a nigga who was hooked on quick dough In one nite late I was in a carwreck And I was lucky to escape Hospital for teen weeks, in bed almost dead And when I got well, I got gaught in a cross And got locked in a jailcell That's how I'm livin'... They cutted me loose And I had to change troops This time they didn't catch me Next time they'll strecth me Cause my time was gettin' short All my homies was in court Or locked in a hole, this shit was gettin' old So I changed my life Putted down the gun and picked up the mic It took ten years to get from there to here But I still keep a gun, cops got me on the run And they hate me more now Than they ever did before My homies came back from pen And we all worked together True friends but every once and while Some punk mistakes me as a junk And he gets in my face Wrong mothafuckin' place And I aint lyin', that's how you dyin'... |
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attention!
at this moment you are now listening to an Ice-T LP if you are offended by words like shit, bitch, f**k, dick, ass, hole, cunt, dirty bitch, low motherf**ker, nigga, hooker, slut, tramp, dirty low slut tramp bitch hole, nigga f**k shit, whateva.. take the tape out now! this is not a pop album and by the way suck my motherf**kin' dick |
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from Ice-T - Home Invasion (2003)
attention!
at this moment you are now listening to an Ice-T LP if you are offended by words like shit, bitch, f**k, dick, ass, hole, cunt, dirty bitch, low motherf**ker, nigga, hooker, slut, tramp, dirty low slut tramp bitch hole, nigga f**k shit, whateva.. take the tape out now! this is not a pop album and by the way suck my motherf**kin' dick |
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from Ice-T - Home Invasion (2003)
It's goin down
From the Ammo Dump I got my nigga SLJ and DJ Aladdin Droppin the fat tracks Hit em with it Syndicate's in the muthafuckin house All duck MC's get flat, muthfuckas Yeah 1993 And it's still me A rappin brother from L.A., the cool T Diss a brother, hate a brother, I still come back With the fat tracks, fuck the pop crap I got a mind to cold diss a fool Wack rappers sellin out urge me to pull tools For no reason Pop suckers hookin for hits like hoes skeezin Prostitutes that can't shoot, yet you clock loot Dancesteps with the weak styles, but you look cute Bitch, that shit's wack Let Hammer dance, and you other fools ease back The microphone in some twist in a clenched fist Mind locked on ???? load of my hit list And make duck rappers pray Many talk shit, but none step this way Cause I'm quick to beat down a weak clown Clock crazy juice from L.A. to the Boogie Down I play the whole map Got hoes locked like a muthafuckin bear trap Ice muthafuckin T Before hoes gee they need two forms of I.D. Never fess, not the best, but I'm hard to shake Huh, watch the Ice break Watch the Ice break Yo, let's see now who's tryin to diss me Say I sold out cause I rocked with the B.C. Y'all are bitches, you're straight wack Quick to talk shit, but always behind the back I do whatever I wanna do, punk hoe I rock a perm, you rock an afro I wear khakis, while y'all wear silk Y'all drink forties, and I drink milk Cause that's my muthafuckin biz I never sell out, cause it's no sale, kid Hardcore to my heart from the fuckin start Whether done over beats or loud guitars I drop the dope hits Case you forgot, I invented this gangsta shit You wanna step to me? New jack, walk Come back in five LP's, then we can talk You're just new, kid, you got a hit out In interviews you talk a lotta shit out You got paid, you really made out You went broke when your one jam played out Now you're searchin for that one more hit Shhhiiit I ain't new to this, I got gangs of gold I come original, then I break the mold Too many MC's hit, then fold They're just fakes Hah, watch the Ice break Watch the Ice break Yeah Syndicate jumpin off 1993 On some old fly smooth shit All the muthfuckas out there down with us You know what I'm sayin? We're rollin strong All the busters out there that got some static to say We're settin this shit off physically this year Like KRS-One says: Sucker MC's duck down Muthafuckas ain't takin no shit I'm swingin on busters, point-blank Diss me and it's on Straight up Now it's the break of dawn And the mic is still on All hoes are fuckin and the rhymes are damn strong Many MC's that choke from the mic smoke Those who tried to get with me Lost in rhyme infinity Or they lost breath Try to step to the Ice equals sure death Cause ??it's then I begin?? than you ever assume Drop the mic, go rap in your living room I love the quick kill Swing on a nigga sometimes just to break ill Knuckle up, buster, fool, in his fuckin eye All hands, I need no gun, yo punk, why? Cause if I pull my gun, you die No second try I gotta cool out now, so I don't over-freeze Nut up and start murderin MC's Start catchin bodies from state to state Throw on a ski mask and walk the streets late And do me up a whole damn crew The Geto Boys was trippin, but my mind's trickin me too Cause diss me, and I meet you one day And bet your life it won't be a fun day I hope, nigga, it's not your fate That you're around when the Ice breaks When the Ice breaks |
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from Ice-T - Home Invasion (2003)
It's goin down
From the Ammo Dump I got my nigga SLJ and DJ Aladdin Droppin the fat tracks Hit em with it Syndicate's in the muthafuckin house All duck MC's get flat, muthfuckas Yeah 1993 And it's still me A rappin brother from L.A., the cool T Diss a brother, hate a brother, I still come back With the fat tracks, fuck the pop crap I got a mind to cold diss a fool Wack rappers sellin out urge me to pull tools For no reason Pop suckers hookin for hits like hoes skeezin Prostitutes that can't shoot, yet you clock loot Dancesteps with the weak styles, but you look cute Bitch, that shit's wack Let Hammer dance, and you other fools ease back The microphone in some twist in a clenched fist Mind locked on ???? load of my hit list And make duck rappers pray Many talk shit, but none step this way Cause I'm quick to beat down a weak clown Clock crazy juice from L.A. to the Boogie Down I play the whole map Got hoes locked like a muthafuckin bear trap Ice muthafuckin T Before hoes gee they need two forms of I.D. Never fess, not the best, but I'm hard to shake Huh, watch the Ice break Watch the Ice break Yo, let's see now who's tryin to diss me Say I sold out cause I rocked with the B.C. Y'all are bitches, you're straight wack Quick to talk shit, but always behind the back I do whatever I wanna do, punk hoe I rock a perm, you rock an afro I wear khakis, while y'all wear silk Y'all drink forties, and I drink milk Cause that's my muthafuckin biz I never sell out, cause it's no sale, kid Hardcore to my heart from the fuckin start Whether done over beats or loud guitars I drop the dope hits Case you forgot, I invented this gangsta shit You wanna step to me? New jack, walk Come back in five LP's, then we can talk You're just new, kid, you got a hit out In interviews you talk a lotta shit out You got paid, you really made out You went broke when your one jam played out Now you're searchin for that one more hit Shhhiiit I ain't new to this, I got gangs of gold I come original, then I break the mold Too many MC's hit, then fold They're just fakes Hah, watch the Ice break Watch the Ice break Yeah Syndicate jumpin off 1993 On some old fly smooth shit All the muthfuckas out there down with us You know what I'm sayin? We're rollin strong All the busters out there that got some static to say We're settin this shit off physically this year Like KRS-One says: Sucker MC's duck down Muthafuckas ain't takin no shit I'm swingin on busters, point-blank Diss me and it's on Straight up Now it's the break of dawn And the mic is still on All hoes are fuckin and the rhymes are damn strong Many MC's that choke from the mic smoke Those who tried to get with me Lost in rhyme infinity Or they lost breath Try to step to the Ice equals sure death Cause ??it's then I begin?? than you ever assume Drop the mic, go rap in your living room I love the quick kill Swing on a nigga sometimes just to break ill Knuckle up, buster, fool, in his fuckin eye All hands, I need no gun, yo punk, why? Cause if I pull my gun, you die No second try I gotta cool out now, so I don't over-freeze Nut up and start murderin MC's Start catchin bodies from state to state Throw on a ski mask and walk the streets late And do me up a whole damn crew The Geto Boys was trippin, but my mind's trickin me too Cause diss me, and I meet you one day And bet your life it won't be a fun day I hope, nigga, it's not your fate That you're around when the Ice breaks When the Ice breaks |
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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 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 - 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 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 - 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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from Ice-T - Power (2001)
Seven deadly sins [repeated several times - Morgan Freeman]
[Jay-Z] Yeah yeah yo Ice what's up? Just chilling ya heard? It's the god. Know what I mean? Heard you preparing to drop this 7th deadly sin Know what I mean? Just showing, you know, love, you know what I mean? One player to another, you know coastal How we do you know? Connect Hit me up, give me a call. You know how we do? Peace out Roc-A-Fella Style, Peace [Ice-T] Motherfuckers said I'd never survive, here I am Check your sound scan virally grand out the box Bitches and glocks, hoes got rocks on my table Fuck your cable, you better Ice that shit Fuck you income you better twice that shit You couldn't see me if you stood right in front of a pimp You niggas make a million dollar but still manage to sink I can stop for 10 years and still be 5 years in front of ya What do ya want? Mad bitched to flaunt And mad wealth, but you fuckin hoes yourself If you caught one its like a lesbian connect You and a bitch all pussy no dick Since '86 I been bustin off clips Mashin mad whips, bendin hot chicks Westside them niggas that ride for this shit Fly to New York City, crack a Brooklyn bitch You see me in a tunnel with my niggas on hit Light skinned nigga in the full ink mink Fuckin off chump change on bitches and drinks (Yo Ice you fuck that bitch?) Nigga what do you think? I aint fuckin these hoes cause these bitches aint payin Pimpin to me, that aint no bullshit sayin Every song I hear today's about straight trickin Mother fuck a bitch, hoe get your heels kickin And all you niggas out there that don't like me Fuck you! Fuck what you're goin through, fuck your hood And all my real motherfuckers know it's all in the good A nigga came up like a real pimp should I feel you players out there givin me love And all my dead homies watchin me from above And all you down bitches recognize in the heat Step to a pimp when you see me on the street Let a nigga know that you down to hoe Represent the Ice and collect the dough This aint nothing new aint no mother fuckin fa鏰de I've bee rockin shit for over 10 years god You haters paralyze when a real baler comes around Nigga give it up and put you fuckin head down Cause you don't wanna talk to about how much dope you sold You don't wanna talk 'bout how hard you claim your role You don't really look me in the eyes sucker (Know why?) Cause game knows game And I don't know you buster You got a deal with you own reflection in the mirror So what you did a bid You still a bitch kid And not too many niggas gonna do what I did Come off the streets, make raps about the lifestyle Real for my niggas from the ghetto to the penile Say what you will I moved to the hills The seventh deadly is envy Nigga fuck how you feel! |
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from Ice-T - Power (2001)
Emcee's no time out,it's time to rhyme out
You've dug your own grave,now you must climb out Dig out,crawl out,hide from the fallout 'Cause when I get mad I go all out ICE cooler than the coldest cube,dude And when I'm micin',boy,I'm know to get rude Criminal background,it's time to get down I use a silencer,don't like the loud sound Off my mic blast,you better run fast The last punk that popped junk passed Spit on his grave,laughed,jumped in my stretch Signed his bitch an autograph Syndicate boy,I don't fool out You're full grown,school's out You try to diss?..I think you better cool out 'Cause your butt is smoke,if we ever duel out This jam is directed,to all of those who expected For me to cold be rejected,but now I'm highly respected And now their ears are infected With dollar signs I've collected Jealous punks,I said it! Personal Take a personal Take it personal,punk,I'm talkin' to you And if they agree with you,then your crew too I never diss an emcee,I wish'em all good luck But if you diss me to my face,duck My style don't ramble,you shouldn't gamble With your grill,I got a fist like an anvil I write a record,lock it on the topic EVIL and IZ dog the track,then we drop it Record stores rock it,stock it,fans buy it People that never heard of ICE-T try it Then you try to diss? You got gall I got gold on my neck and gold on my wall Gold in my fingers,gold in my ear When this jam's spinnin',gold's what you hear Toy,this ain't Christimas,no time to play I ain't no child,punk,you'll get sprayed Illin' on a mega-villan You must want a pine box to go chill in Buried deep,creep,no one will weep 'Cause the next night with your bitch I'll sleep Personal Take it personal I ain't East Coast,West Coast,new style,or old style You wanna know about me? Check police files Get out my face or you might have a bruised one Brass knuckle prints? Yes,I used some I ain't here to boast,I don't do that When I talk it's straight dope,pure facts I rock hard but still called a new jack But talk shit,you're sure to get heard cracked I don't drink or smoke or do dumb drugs But my posse's still labeled street thugs L.A.P.D's got all my boy's mugs Can't use my phone for the damn bugs I live in privacy,don't like suckers hawking me News reporters,some think they can talk for me Lies,misquotes,changin' all my words around But if I catch'em on the street they'll get beat down They get money for hype-type publicity They don't think twice,about dissin' me But that's a mistake,with tha SYNDICATE you shoudn't mess I hope those punk reporters wear vests! Personal Take that personal Now the words I speak to some may sound radical But I'll explain,it's simply mathematical You diss,I diss,this is creates an equal You reply to my diss,this is called a sequel I reply to your diss,this is called a battle Not intelligent,not very adult So I don't battle,I just put heads out A straight line is always the direct route I write lyrics clear,to leave no doubt Don't even have to say who I'm speakin' about You know who you are,you just jealous 'Cause you hear my records are million sellers Try to say I'm wack,out on the streets While your whole crew is jockin' my beats See me on T.V. and in the papers See me at a jam,and catch vapors! Personal |
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from Ice-T - Power (2001)
I'm livin' large as possible,posse unstoppable
Style topical,vividly optical Listen,you'll see'em sometimes I'll be'em Cops,critics and punks,necer ever wanta see me in POWER Well,that's too bad,Apocalypse Now I'm back and I'm mad We're comin',you're runnin' cold and cunning Ice T on the mic,TopGunning After your neck,checkin' respect,makin' you sweat Rhyme Syndicate boy in effect The rap motivator,teacher,talker,night rhyme stalker Words thrillin',so real they're chillin',the hit author Gettin' louder than a shot gun,you don't want none RHYME PAYS was the name of the album But that was number one,this is the number two The posse grew,we're gonna break through Power Somebody line up the suckers who refuse to recognize the truth Tie up the punks who refuse to understand the youth My posse's growin' and it's gettin' larger every day Detroit,Chi-Town,Pittsburgh,Houston,L.A. Come on,come on,come on,toys,let's play Circle the calendar,perpetrator doomsday ICE T fool man of my own full grown I cause havoc when I speak upon the microphone I'm outspoken,no jokin',get in my face your jaw will get broken Layin' it,sayin' it,then you're playing it Lyrics so heavy that you might try weighin' it Hated by many but I hate'em back Loved by troopers who know where it's at You might like me,might think I'm wack But don't step to me 'cause the boy stays strapped I'm taking no shorts,hatin' the courts,hatin' the judges Punk DA's with their personal grudges I hate the clubs that think with their butts No hats,no jeans,no sneakers,no what? No beepers,no gold? Yo kiss my ass We'll wait and see who gets the last laugh We'll have the power Power (x3) Power it starts with P like pussy She knows she's got it,she doesn't worry,does she? Spendin' your cash,leavin' you in the trash While your little head's thinkin',they're gone in a dash They got it,know it,that's why they show it The power of sex,if man could overthrow it He'd be king in a day,no way.We get rich,hard,give it away We're weak and as we speak,the girls are hawkin' Sizin' me up straight out as I'm talkin' But you gotta have control if you want the gold I don't wanta be alone like Stallone So I keep my mind thinkin' 'bout the green And stop dwellin' on the in-between I got the power Power I'm on a mission mackin' hard as a hammer Take my picture,I might take your camera My posse might move,and they move fast A fool's move could be a punk's last Ain't no criminal although I used to be Ain't no new jack rappin' ain't new to me I been makin' records on wax since 1982 Now it's 1988 finally I'm coming through That adds up to six years of makin' ok jams,but now I'm mad Here comes the body slam Turnin' out concerts,house'n the industry Lovin' all the fly girls screamin' for ICE T Rollin' with the Syndicate my unstoppable battalion 38 Solid gold my medalion Gainin' velocity,momentum and energy ICE Capital T I got the power Power So you say that I'm a fake think,you really must be a fool I been to jail more times than you have probably been in school Shot at,shot back,hit,and seen my buddies killed That's the foundation upon the raps of ICE-T are built I say what I think,the system does stink Money you walk,you short,you're writin' from the klink Come on,what's up,you know the laws are full of bull Prey on the lame,release those with pull Power!I know you wanta try it Well check out money can buy it Control and mold the world to do your wishin' The knowledge of power is mine,so just listen Money controls the world and that's it And once you got it,then you can talk shit Power You have the power Power You have the power I got the power(fade out) |
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from Ice-T - Power (2001)
People,it's time for the Ice crush
So listen to my words I bring much Sense,as I commence,my lirycs intense Get telephoto,break out your big lens Look,check out the sales charts My record's kickin',I'm breakin' P.D.'s hearts They banned me from their shows Because they said I'm too hard But no sell-out,I guess I'm just barred I ain't changin' mine for no body They bleeped words from Doug's LA-DE-DA-DE I can't get a bleep?What's the deal? Maybe my words are just too real It's not profanity,it's just the man and me He doesn't want you to see what I see Doesn't want you to be what you can be Word,censorship of reality Radio suckers never play me(x3)(sampler of PE "rebel without a pause") Suckers don't,but some do The real troopers bring the ICE to you And close friends to me,yea,PUBLIC ENEMY These stations have high intellect They don't pretend to be,too bourgeois to rock a jam raw Understand what I'm sayin',they're down by law They play the jams that are right,sometimes not polite They realize you gotta get some people uptight Speak the word,your voice will definitely be heard Lie to yourself,you're destined to be to the curb Some stations don't care,they'll never put on the air Nothin' but commercial junk,their brain power's impaired They don't listen or try to hear what I write Maybe just think once,or try some school at night They're makin' radio wack,people have to escape But even if I'm banned,I'll sell a million tapes Radio suckers never play me (x3) I made records for music,not for the money To some of you that might sound funny But I ain't broke,and I don't joke And my lirics are known to make ears smoke Clear as a gun scope,I speak the pure dope Can the radio handle the truth?...Nope Uncut,no edits,no censors You can get a plastic rapper from any ol'dispenser A penny a yard,to make a record ain't hard But to make it mean something,that's a job But then we do it,they refuse it So I tell them duck suckers to cold go screw it We shouldn't sell out,we should just yell out And get them wack motherfuckers the hell out Radio suckers never play me (x4) Cruisin' down the street what do I see? Crash Task Force,L.A.P.D. Gangs illin',wildin' and killin' Hustlers on a roll,like they got a million Girls on the strap and you know that You know the guys will stop wildin' if you stop that crap But you can't,you want money so bad You'll jock anything with the Gucci tag You gotta have it,so the men go get it Robbin' and stealin',soon to regret it Livin' in a jail cell,feelin' like a dumbbell While you jump the next jock,well That's reality,that's what I see Nobody says that you have to agree Censorship that ain't the way to be I thought you said this country was free? Radio suckers never play me (x2) Tone it down,...Is what they say to me The FCC will not allow profanity Your subject matter's too hard,make a love song You better get real,come on I ain't no lover,I'm a fighter Hard core radical rap rhyme writer Pushin' the botton,E does the cuttin' Everything I say amounts to something More than a single rap,I'm too deep for that I lay my lirics with logic,press the wax Play it on your tape deck,feel the effect If you can't take the heat,eject But I know you can,'cause you're an ICE-T fan No sell-outs here,my man Radio....(fade out) |
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It was a Saturday night on the streets of Cali
Threw on my dope silk suit, brushed off my suede Bally's Threw on enough gold for any girl's pleasure Left a pound and a half of that shit still in the dresser I slapped a clip in my nine, threw a clip in my sock Hit three grand up off the dresser, it was ten on the dot Now my beeper started beepin, I threw that shit in the sink I didn't need it no more, I had more money than Prince See, I was quittin the game and tonight was my fling You see, on the streets they're players but only one king Now that's the title I held but the game is real fast You gotta get in and get out if you expectin to last Now my homeboy Evil was downstairs chillin in his brand new Benz I had many adversaries but very few close friends We broke to the set, E parked the car on the grass High-signin was his trademark and he did it with class Hit the door like two titans, the whole jam stopped to stare And as we walked through the crowd they threw bills in the air I spied my man Jazz maxin out with two stone cold freaks "Yo, what's up Ice, you rich now, man, you too good to speak?" Now Jazz was a player from the east coast, the Bronx He was known to be hard on the women and a brother he'd stomp Smack a bitch in a minute, some say just for fun And he was known for his chrome-plated pearl-handled gun "Yo Ice, you my brother and I love you and all But what's up with that six g's you owe me, man ...'member when your boys took that fall? And I posted the bail cause yo ass was locked up" Evil gave Jazz ten g's and Jazz shut the fuck up Just then I saw Donald-D hit the front door More gold than a Aztec, black leather he wore Hoes grabbed for they niggaz when D hit the set Cause what Donald-D wanted is what Donald-D'd get Donald's eyes hit mine and a smile crossed his face Then a light hit his ring and blinded the whole goddamn place "Yo Ice, you the coolest and Evil, you mean But I got the fliest new shit rollin off gasoline" Everyone in the party moved quickly outside To see Donald-D's ultimate Superfly ride It was black, it was low, cost twice that of my Porsche A Testarossa Ferrari - convertable of course It purred like a jet, "Yo man, I bought it with cash" It had 'Donald-D' written in gold on the dash Then out of nowhere came a shot across the street I felt pain in my chest and my knees got weak There was blood on my hands and I fell to the ground And all I could hear was, "Yo, Ice is down!" Somebody had shot me that night that I quit The night that I ended all this hustlin playin shit It's ironic ain't it, the night I retired Would be the same night that my whole life expired |
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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 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 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 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 Body Count, Body Count - Violent Demise: The Last Days (1997)
<Danny>
(knock knock) Yeah 1,2,1,2 let me get this tape recorder rolling Eh yeah this is eh Danny from Big Hair rock magazine, i'm here with Ice T, eh Ice can we ask you a few questions about the new Body Count album? <Ice> Yeah, what is it, what what wa's up wa's up wa's up? <Danny> On the last album we didn't really feel that the group was up to par with today's metal standards. <Ice> Yeah whatever you know you know it's our second album you know we tried to bring you know get real, you know make you feel it... <Danny> Yeah well, I didnt feel it, I thought the guitar plaing was like a daisicle, the vocals were sub-standard. <Ice> Yeah well dude you know like we tried our best, you know what I'm sayin', we we we've been around the world, we did a lot of good shows, and a lot of people liked that last album. <Danny> Yeah but I mean me personally, I've been a metal head for years, I grew up on rock roll and I just didn't feel it. <Ice> Eh, yeah dude I understand what you're trying to- <Danny> I mean to be honest Ice T, I don't even think you should be in rock any more, I I I I can't feel what you do. <Ice> Eh yeah I understand man, but you know you're not- <Danny> Look Ice, I just don't feel what you guys are doin'. <Ice> Yeah dude, feel this! (shoots twice) |
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from Body Count, Body Count - Violent Demise: The Last Days (1997)
Last days,
last days. As I stare off the stage and try to understand why you feel that I am someone you can id with, how ? When you and I come from two totally polar opposite lifestyles. Under normal circumstances I would be waking you and your rich parents up at gunpoint. Demanding the combination to the wall safe. While your little sister screams suffering from pistol-whipped pain. Or looking back at you in a courtroom filled with absolutely none of my peers. Why are you here ? Is this some voyeuristic bullshit ? See black man sing ? Or maybe, just maybe, you've been sub- jected to so many audio drive by's and gang shootings that you yourself have become numb to the pain like me. And you - check this out - have become insane from overdoses of reality. Well stomach this, at the rate we're going right now white boy, yeah you, you and I will die holding each other's throats. That's real, the world's at war, we're at war. Check yourself, don't be me check your goddamn self. It's goin down 1997, see the light, red lasers rip through my neighborhood at night, time is short. Homocide is the number one sport. Last days, last days, these are the last days. So now that all the reality's soaked, I and you start to reanalyze every word I ever said, am I a racist ? Or am I just someone who tells it how the fuck it is ? Well the truth of the thing is I was raised on crime. Walking through an environment so filled with so much hate, honesty I do not feel that you are able to comprehend the magnitude of the evil. But trip this, there were no white faces there. Just blck on black genocide. The only white men there were the cops that showed up late in the fourth to out- line the teenaged bodies in chalk. So who do I hate ? Do I hate you ? Do I hate myself ? Or possibly am I intelligent enough to only hold the conditions of the ghetto itself to blame ? - Not! Who creates the conditions ? Who stops affirmative action and wel- fare ? Who loves the 3 strikes law ? Didn't see 'em at the Million Man March, Or the three hundred and fifty-thousand man march, let your daddy tell it. There's a lotta lies out there, what side ya on ? Armageddon is near, I am the fourth rider of the apocalypse, recogize game. Last days, these are the last days. Last days, these are the last days. Last days, these are the last days. Last days. (But maybe I'm all wrong, maybe everything is ok. Maybe we're all just gonna get along. Maybe I'm trippin, maybe life is perfect - yeah right) CHORUS I hate you, you hate me, and what does that equal ? It equals nothing, and that's exactly what we're gonna have, nothing, i we don't make a change soon, and who am I to tell you anything ? I ain't nobody but a brother from South Central, who's had the opportunity to go around the world, and I found out that we're all not really that different. Racism is the number one enemyof earth. There's only one race, the human race, and if we don't get it together soon, this song is true. We are all living in the last days. |
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from Body Count, Body Count - Violent Demise: The Last Days (1997)
Yo it's my way, no way,
get dumped on the highway. Buck, buck feel the blast from my gun spray. Yea, you're gettin drowned in the blood, a bug, thug, feel the cops catchin slugs. Yo, it's my way, I slay, I play, you stay down, you f**k around in my town, you drown. F**k you, f**k them, f**k that, we come back through, murderin your crew - what! You don't know shit about my lifestyle, it's buckwild, late night gunfights, three strikes, I'd rather fight. Caught in the street, ya get beat down ta raw meat, f**kin with me and the Breed, you'll soon bleed. Yeah, it's Raw Breed - BC killin overseas , droppin off rooftops, punks hang from trees. Night vision, incision, the opposition, It's never your decision. My way! You can't tell me jack shit, suck my dick, out my face with that drama, I'll kill your f**kin mama. Iller than a postal worker, born to murder, suckas in my face with that bullshit die quick. It's Bizarra, ha, cause mad horror, it's the dusted world of Bizarra. High on acid, the ghetto bastard, yo punk I'll put your ass in a casket. You in a world of shit, f**kin with the Syndicate, We pack full clips, and then we're done with it. Come with it, we get it on yo, you ain't lastin, demolishin, the demolishion. Piss on your grave, a killin craze. In your town right now on any stage. Who the f**k are you? Trying ta diss my crew? Who dies tonight bitch? - You! My way! I will do what I choose, and if I loose Well then I loose, My Way! This is my f**kin' life, and if I die Well then I die, My Way! |
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from Body Count, Body Count - Violent Demise: The Last Days (1997)
I love you, and will always love you.
When I'm without you I feel so alone. When I was young I didn't know you existed, but introduced to you still as a child. Mom and dad used to fight about you each night, to obtain you wasn't easy for certain types. As I grew too many friends died over you, I didn't have you so my sex life was none. I needed you and street life was the answer, I found you with the use of a gun! Money - can kill men. Money - controls sin. Money - can move all. Money - is true power. Root of all evil. As I grew my love for you became deeper, addicted to you, I was sprung on your juice. The more of you I possessed, the more power anything could be obtained with your use. But the quest for you spelled pain for my victims, cause for you I'd take a life without thought. Anything in my way would be chopped down, cause for me happiness would be bought! CHORUS People lie and say you really don't matter, Singers front and say they really don't care. If they don't want you, yo well send you to me then, cause you and I are in an endless affair. CHORUS |
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from Body Count, Body Count - Violent Demise: The Last Days (1997)
A porno star, you're in 3-D,
you're right in front of me, under the strobe lights, moving that ass right, lap dance, I'm 'bout to bust in my pants. Goddamn baby, take my money, take my life, I'll diss friends, I'll leave my wife. Every night I'm in the front row waitin. Contemplating, masturbating. Tell me what to do and it's done, You whisper in my ear tell me I'm the one, last night I think I gave you 15 hun, but as for a date, I can't get one. Strippers I want my dick sucked. Strippers I wanna bust a nut. (MONOLOGUE) CHORUS You're worse than a whore, you won't fuck. I wanna fuck you so damn bad I'll give you anything you want you can have my pad. Girl I'll kill for you, take my jewels, my cash. Just put that pussy on my dick and baby move that ass. Your tits are so fat, I wanna suck 'em dry Push your clit near my face, I just might try Stick that ass out, stick it out baby, you simulate your suckin my dick drives me crazy. I wanna ram it in your ass right now, tonight baby I think I gave ya damn near two thou, you push your puss on my dick you make my balls turn blue - Don't make me rape you. Strippers CHORUS |
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from Body Count, Body Count - Violent Demise: The Last Days (1997)
Suck the rangers dick , bring him to mothafuckin pain,
Suck the sheeys up my ass crack, act like my balls are full of oxygen and your drowning bitch, Play real, all that old im cute and, Bitch go get a basketball player, this is rock bitch |
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from Body Count, Body Count - Violent Demise: The Last Days (1997)
Lies, betrayal, lies
truth or death. Lies, betrayal, lies. Who the fuck can I trust the whole fuckin' world is built on deception, false perception, look you dead in the eye and lie, your best friend'll stab you in the back yo, what the fuck is that. Politicians lie, what the fuck is that your lover lies, what the fuck is that. The police lies, what the fuck is that the church fuckin' lies, what the fuck is that. CHORUS Somebody tell me where's the truth every holy book is written by man probably by a liar's hand and if you feel that public schools are teachin' truth to the youth, motherfucka you livin' a lie too. Lawyers lie, what the fuckis that doctorslie, what the fuck is that doctors lie, what the fuck is that your mother and father lie, what the fuck is that You lie to yourself yo, what the fuck is that There is no truth only varaiations of lies. Don't try to figure it out honesty is extinct and if it ever did exist the human race took it out. |
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from Body Count, Body Count - Violent Demise: The Last Days (1997)
Electrocution
Gassed Shot in the head Car crashed Overdosed Strangulation Burnt alive Violent demise You're goin down hard Violent demise Violent demise You're goin down hard Violent demise Decapitated Drowned Assassinated Gunned down Stabbed in the neck Suicide Buried alive Violent demise CHORUS Live your life, you probably won't live to see 25. Those trusted to protect you will get you. Watch your back you still die. Every man must die, we walk around in this illusion called life. You gotta go for it now there's no time, there's no time. Violent demise Mutilated Hit Poisoned to death Skull split Disemboweled Skinned Spikes in your eyes Violent demise CHORUS |
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