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from Ice-T - Rhyme Pays (1987)
It's time to start the party if ya'll don't mind
Me and "E" clean our Adidas with 409 He rocks the highs,I dog the bass Ya wanna hear us rock? Here's a taste!!! Every day I make a sandwich with ham and cheese Use miracle whip,I don't like mayonnaise I eat a can of beans,good for my heart About 1 a.m.,I always..... Far from me to bite anothers rhyme They're just too easy to write I do'em two at a time Like doggin' the wax and ya don't quit And if you didn't like that then suck my.... Dictations how I write my raps Cold maxin' with two freaks upon my lap Chillin' on the phone,bookin' more def shows An' if the freaks get illy I smack the.... Whole days of my life are spent inside my bed Just maxin' an' relaxin' like I'm at club med Ya say you like this record,you think it's fun? Party people get stupid we just begun!!! (break) You're get,get,gettin' real stupid As the beat hits your body get ill!!! You ain't dumb you paid dollars to party go off!! The girl you're dancin' with has got great hips bug out!! Go on homeboy and grab her..... Tape recorder turn up the bass No time to waste just dog the place R-R-R-Rocket like a missile in space Evil E keeps his 1200s in an anvil case We fly T.W.A.,Pan Am,P.S.A To places close to home,far away L.A.,New York,Detroit,Miami If I see a girl and like her then I let her see my.... Jam rockin's how I got my fame,Ice capital T Evil E's his name If you can't see who's rockin' you must be blind You better clean your gazelles with some 409!!! Go Ice get busy (x2) Go Evil Get busy (X2) Turn up your stereo,equalize treble Bass be kickin' stupid hard as metal On the mic tonight that's right your rhyme opponent M.C. Ice-T just microphonin' 33 and 1/3 revolutions per minute This record is def because my heart is in it Vocals laid by the Ice,tempos tight and precise Special effects will be created by an editor's splice The funk is in it,ya dig it so stop that frontin' Bust a move to my groove work your body do somethin' No way in the world that you can deny my method As my record rotates,my words get more impressive I'm an M.C., Evil's my Dj on Sire Records not M.C.A. C.B.S.,Capitol,cause they move too slow Now Sire/Warner Bros. clocks all the dough As the record revolves money's gettin' made A.S.C.A.P. pays me every time it's played I chill in def leathers pure silks and suede And the gold around my neck will never fade Down with my Syndicate organized rhyme Kickin' def tempos that I design And if you can't hear'em thats such a crime You better wash your dirty ears with some 409 I always rhyme elite,stay on beat Travel in a posse when I walk the street Loved to say my rhymes when I used to max Now I don't speak much,I save my words for wax I just wanna make a little point in this song With a little nonsense we can all get along and on and on Till the break'a break of dawn This jam will never play out because the grooves too strong Guys grab a girl,girls grab a guy If a guy wants a guy,please take it outside I wanna make ya enjoy yourself On the mic tonight Ice-T!!Who else? Evil's on the cuts,Henry Gee's shot gun Islam's my producer,Bambattas son Bronx Style Bob's cold watchin' my back Melle Mel's just layin' for some punks to act wack Grandmaster Caz and Donald D ,Scott La Rock Red Alert,Chuck Chill Out If you're down with my crew you will be fine But if you ill we'll get dirty-bring your 409!! (BREAK) 409...... |
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from Ice-T - Rhyme Pays (1987)
6'n the morning' police at my door
Fresh adidas squerk across the bathroom floor Out the back window I make a escape Don't even get a chance to grab my old school tape Mad with no music but happy 'cause I'm free And the streets to a player is the place to be Gotta knot in my pocket weighin' at least a grand Gold on my neck my pistols close at hand I'm a self-made monster of the city streets Remotely controlled by hard hip hop beats But just livin' in the city is a serious task Didn't know what the cops wanted Didn't have the time to ask -Word- Seen my homeboys coolin' way out told 'em bout my mornin' Cold bugged' em out shot allmenn little dice until my knees got sore Kicked around some stories bout the night before Possed to the corner where the fly girls chill Through action at some freaks until one bitch got ill She started actin' stupid simply would not quit Called us all punk pussies said we all weren't shit As we walked over to here hoe continued to speak So we beat the bitch down in the god damn street But just livin' in the city a serious task Bitch didn't know what hit her didn't have time to ask -Word- Continued clockin' freaks with emcee posterior Rollin' in allmenn blazer with a louie interior Solid gold the ride was raw Bust allmenn left turn was on Crenshaw Sean-e-sean was the driver Known to give freaks hell Had a beeper goin' off like a high school bell Looked in the mirror what did we see ? Fuckin' blue lights L.A. P.D. Pigs searched our car, their day was made Found allmenn uzi, 44 and a handgranade Threw us in the county high power block No freaks to see no beats to rock Didn't want trouble but the shit must fly Squabbled this sucker shanked' em in the eye But livin' in the county is a serious task Niga didn't know what happend Didn't have time to ask Back on the streets after five and a deuce Seven years later but still had the juice My homeboy Ken Gee put me up the track Told me E's rollin' Villain - BJ's got the sack Bruce is a giant - Nat C's clockin' Dough Be bop's a pimp. My old freaks a hoe The batter rams rollin' rocks are the thing Life has no meaning and money is king Then he looked at me slowely and Hen had to grin He said Man you out early we thought you got ten Opened his safe kicked me down with cold cash Knew I would get busy- He didn't waste time to ask -word- I bought a Benz with the money the rest went to clothes Went to the strip strted pimpin' the hoes My hair had grew long on my seven year stay And when I got it done on my shoulders it lay Hard from the joint but fly to my heart I didn't want no trouble but the shit had to start Out with my crew some ounks got loud Shot gun blasts echoed throug the crowd Six punks hit two punks died All casualities appiled to their side Human lives has to pass just for talking much trash We didn't know who they were - No one had the time to ask -Word- Part Two Swat team leader yelled hit the floor Reached in my pocket pulled my 44 Dove across the room peeped out the window Twenty cops jumped behind a Pinto Out the back door like some damn track stars Broke down an alley jumped into a car Suckers didn't even see us They musta been Blind Black wire touched red the car was mine We hadn't done nothin' but some suckers got shot Hit the first turn god damn road block Broke through the block and we did it fast Cops wouldn't shot us on sight They wouldn't took time to ask -Word- The rollers gave chase at a serious speed One more conviction was all I need This shit was for real This was no La-Di-Da-Di Cause the boys had to pin the shit on somebody And me and my crew we were known to get ill We carried heat for protection but not to kill We bust a corner doin 60 one police car spun And all I was thinkin was murder one Bust a move into an alley and did it right And me and my vrew we're gone into the night Broke to my old lady's who drew me a bath She didn't even know what happend Didn't care Didn't ask -Word- Qwe made love like crazy on top of the sheets This girlie was my worlie a natural freak She ran her tonuge over each and every part of me Then she rocked my amadeus as I watched TV A technican with a mission that's what she was If there had been a crowd she would of got an applause This girl did everything on earth to me that could be done The she backed off and teased me so I couldn't come Then she cold got stupid pushed me on the floor Had me beggin' to stop as I was acreamin' for more After she waxed by body she let me crash She knew her lovin' was def She didn't waste time to ask -Word- Up the next mornin' feelin good as hell Sleepin' with a girlie sure beats a cell Hit the boulevard in my A.M.G. Hoe's catchin' whiplash tryin' to glimpse the T Ring on my mobile yes celluar Got to have a phone when I'm in my car Was my homeboy Red Some say he's insane Broke his bitch jaw for smkin' came Told me to meet him at the airporrt Said he's jumpin' bail said he just left court Caught the first thing smokin' in a serious dash Didn't know where we were going. Didn't care Didn't ask -Word- Fell a sleep on the plane and so did he Woke up chillin' in N.Y.C. Called up my posse when I got there Hit the Latin qarter Union Square Rooftop Devil's nest the rest we passed Back doored the Palladium just for class About 4 am we crashed the deuce We never catch static 'cause my boys got juice Deuced it to the Bronx to rest our heads Where a shoot out jumped off mine people lay dead It sounded like it happend with a mac 10 blast But it was 6'in the mornin' We didn't wake up to ask..... -Word- |
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from Ice-T - Rhyme Pays (1987)
Ya heard the Ice was rockin', ticket sales were high
Bought some fresh Adidas so you could look fly Broke out from your crib rushin' to get here Tripped ans stumbled almost broke your neck comin' down the stairs Jumped into your ride, pushed the speed to the limit Jumped out of your car faster than you jumped in it Now you're at the jam but in for a shock Stupid big line wrapped around the block Through the walls of the hall you could hear me rhyme Methodically you schemed a way to cut in line But when you got inside the sight straightened your curls Cause as you look around all you could see were girls I love ladies I think it's time that I tell the truth I been dissin' females since my early youth But you know that's a drag and there's no doubt Cause females are the one thing that I can't do without Female companionship is my one vice I love to buy the girls things, love to treat em real nice Homeboys you must admit the best part of each day Is when a beautiful lady comes walkin' your way Females possess that one commodity that no man will ever have Not that hangs around me They got it, we want it, they move it, and flaunt it They shake it and sway it, we'll die just to lay it We try to supress it until they undress it And beg 'em to use it, and cry not to lose it No man can deny it so don't even try it!!! I love ladies Ladies are you with me? (Yeeaahh!!) I Love Ladies Ladies are you with me? (Yeeaahh!!) That sounds nice (You know we love you Ice!!) I'm junkie for females and that's a fact I'm not into havin' my homeboys rubbin' my back Don't dig goin' to the movies alone Or talkin' to myself on the telephone Goin' to a disco that's packed with men That's like tryin' to get a dance in the federal pen Walkin' through a park with a gang of the guys And a beach full of fellas never opened my eyes And man if females are one thing that you don't need You better get away from me at a high rate of speed Cause if you don't like them you must like men And homeboy that's where our serious problems begin Because to me women are God's true gift There's absolutely no question who I'd rather be with I love ladies I seen this fly girl walkin' down the street Jammin' a box rockin' to the beat The girl looked pretty, she really looked nice So I said to myself she's got to be with the Ice Walked over to her, started sayin' my rhyme She said "Ice you're so bad, you damn near blew my mind" I kept on rappin', runnin' my mouth The next thing I knew I was at her house Looked at her closely, said for goodness sake The girl was cut like a diamond, had curves like a snake Her top half was heaven, the bottom was the hell I knew tonight that the Ice was gonna rock well But then she started talkin' mess about love and romance Until she noticed the bulge growin' in my pants You should'a seen the girl's eyes as my body expanded She grabbed for my leg, raw sex she demanded My knees started knockin', I tried to run She said "Please don't leave Ice, I want you to come" This girl meant business I had no doubt This is just about the time that the Ice passed out The next day I woke the girl was through Room still smokin', my legs black and blue My eyes bloodshot, my hair pressed straight My knees still knockin', I knew I lost weight She was the best y'all, yes on this earth I would'a paid a million dollars, that's what it was worth If I had got her name or number it would'a been nice But I'm here to let you know the girl went off on the Ice I love ladies Ladies are you with me? (Yeeaahh!!) I Love Ladies Ladies are you with me? (Yeeaahh!!) That sounds nice (You know we love you Ice!!) No when it comes to partyin' the ladies know how When I ask for a reply they always scream owww!! It's the homeboys always tryin' to act real chill Sometimes it's jealous MC's mad cause they ain't on the bill Maybe they scared if they say ho! They might lose their cool But I got some news for you: a fool's a fool But don't get me wrong, most fellas do rock They put their hands in the air, they take the show to the top They start rockin' with the ladies once the show begins They don't stand lookin' stupid like some mannequins They don't lean against the wall like they're I some trance They did not come with no intention to party or dance You know what? yo dead beats should just stay home Leave me, my homeboys, and the ladies alone We love ladies |
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from Ice-T - Rhyme Pays (1987)
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 - Rhyme Pays (1987)
(Make it funky)
So the people can get down to the funky sound Cause my crew don't mess around (Make it funky) So the girls can get busy,dog the dance floor Make the guys get dizzy (Make it funky) Totally def as Evil E guts the records and the beat is kept (Make it funky) Stupid fly,it's got to the F-U-N-K why? So that you can get loose as I produce sounds hard as the deuce Manipulate the bass gain give the level's a boost The lyric layer rhyme sayer,born to be player If politics were my kick then I'd be your mayor Governator,Senator,I'm your mentor Rap rhythm is erratic,time is four, four I'm the microphone scholar,clockin' long dollars Here to make the place funky while the fly girls holler Genius vocalist,rhyme style priceless Pound of gold around my neck,mic in my first The microphone virtuoso crazy insane I'm loco With the speed to exceed,make other MC's look slow mo Un-lease release words mean as a beast I eat MC's for lunch and dinner,I can serve for a feast Their rhymes are elementary,mine deserve a PH D This beat is F-U-N-Key my name is Ice-T Make it funky Undoubtedly you recognize this jam is the ultimate cut Uncontrollably you motivate and move your butt It's rough the beat is gangsterous,call it tough If you're diss'n stop frontin',come on whats up? Complicated voice gymnastics are all in your face Vegas got my highs,E.V's got control my bass My break is comin' get busy no time ta waste Now's the time do body work here's the place Make it funky Make it funky enough so the tracks lay tough 'Cause I'm tossin' it up and the Ice don't bluff The girl charmer toy Harmer,juice strong as armor When I stand upon the stage you could call it melodrama Intense suspense my voice emcee I wouldn't have you come and see me under false pretense The girlies do be wild'n'as I'm profilin' Limos lined around the block for about a mile'n'a half Autographs the list goes on If you forgot it "make it funky" is the name of this song Stupid dope and you know it,it rates a ten You pray my DJ cuts the records so it starts again 'Cause I can keep the mic cookin' for an entire month My rhymes are always hard hittin' I don't know how to bunt My DJ cuts like a laser E-V-I-L-E Put your finger on the records Make it,Make it funky Make it funky |
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from Ice-T - Rhyme Pays (1987)
(Make it funky)
So the people can get down to the funky sound Cause my crew don't mess around (Make it funky) So the girls can get busy,dog the dance floor Make the guys get dizzy (Make it funky) Totally def as Evil E guts the records and the beat is kept (Make it funky) Stupid fly,it's got to the F-U-N-K why? So that you can get loose as I produce sounds hard as the deuce Manipulate the bass gain give the level's a boost The lyric layer rhyme sayer,born to be player If politics were my kick then I'd be your mayor Governator,Senator,I'm your mentor Rap rhythm is erratic,time is four, four I'm the microphone scholar,clockin' long dollars Here to make the place funky while the fly girls holler Genius vocalist,rhyme style priceless Pound of gold around my neck,mic in my first The microphone virtuoso crazy insane I'm loco With the speed to exceed,make other MC's look slow mo Un-lease release words mean as a beast I eat MC's for lunch and dinner,I can serve for a feast Their rhymes are elementary,mine deserve a PH D This beat is F-U-N-Key my name is Ice-T Make it funky Undoubtedly you recognize this jam is the ultimate cut Uncontrollably you motivate and move your butt It's rough the beat is gangsterous,call it tough If you're diss'n stop frontin',come on whats up? Complicated voice gymnastics are all in your face Vegas got my highs,E.V's got control my bass My break is comin' get busy no time ta waste Now's the time do body work here's the place Make it funky Make it funky enough so the tracks lay tough 'Cause I'm tossin' it up and the Ice don't bluff The girl charmer toy Harmer,juice strong as armor When I stand upon the stage you could call it melodrama Intense suspense my voice emcee I wouldn't have you come and see me under false pretense The girlies do be wild'n'as I'm profilin' Limos lined around the block for about a mile'n'a half Autographs the list goes on If you forgot it "make it funky" is the name of this song Stupid dope and you know it,it rates a ten You pray my DJ cuts the records so it starts again 'Cause I can keep the mic cookin' for an entire month My rhymes are always hard hittin' I don't know how to bunt My DJ cuts like a laser E-V-I-L-E Put your finger on the records Make it,Make it funky Make it funky |
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from Ice-T - Rhyme Pays (1987)
Deuce,deuce revolver was my problem solver
Had a def girl,really didn't wanna involve her In the life of a gangster,use to rob bankster But now I'm locked up,I'm just a punk low rankster Jail cells know me too damn well Seems like I've built on earth my own personal hell No matter how high I climbed,somehow I always fell I guess a lot of players got this story to tell No matter how cold you roll you simply cannot win It's always fun in the beginning But pain in the end Pain (x4) Organized crimer,big trouble finder In and out of institutions ever since I was a minor But now I'm on the bricks,deep in the mix Crime smarts searching hard for some new street tricks I think I'll join a gang,sling a little cane Put a beeper on my belt and get myself a name Fresh sneakers,silk shirts,24/7 work Nine to five to survive,you gotta be a jerki I clock two grand a day,yet I was born to play Who me at micky dee's?It wouldn't work,no way I'm a big money haver but not the last laugher For me infamy makes me no autographer Custody haunts my dreams,nightmares of capture Paranoid of surveillance,phobia of cameras My banks bigger,but so are my fears Past records proved players live limited years But I'm unlike the rest,know to be the best Fast money,true wealth my eternal quest I hustle all night long,there ain't no gain in rest 12 gauge close range,bloods on my chest I looked into his face,I thought he was my friend My boy had me set up,this wound would never mend No matter who you trust,you simply cannot win It's always fun in the beginning But it's pain in the end Pain (x4) Gold rope wearer,neighborhood terror Can't hang around my mother 'cause she says I scare her Got a light sunburn from too much pool-side sittin' Coroless phone keeps me on 'cause there ain't no quittin' Mind's in a money mode,seems like it should explode Girlies on my jammie,got a female overload Young street messiah,professional liar 19 gotta Benz,21 I'll retire Crazy money it ain't funny,suckers lovin' my jock But there's some people at my door that didn't even knock Task force boomin',doggin' my crib out,can't shout F.B.I. got a gun in my mouth! Threw me on the floor,called my girl a whore Pulled ten G's out my mattress and was lookin' for more Cracked my safe with an axe,then illed out to the max When they seem my money kickin' it in twenty G stacks Booked me on ten counts,with bails of different amounts The charges stuck like glue,some that I couldn't pronounce They threw my ass the book,my life wa surely took And then they gave my girl Ten years for hangin' out with a crook She played the game herself,fast lane quick wealth No respect for the law or the city's health The sweat of hustlers greed is not reserved for men It's always fun in the beginning But it's pain in the end Pain (x5) |
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from Ice-T - Rhyme Pays (1987)
Sex I the morning,sex at night,sex in the afternoon's alright
Ain't a man on earth,that can stay alive Without a .....sex drive Sex (x4) I was in a contest to rock the world First prize was a virgin young girl For four days I was up on the mic All sucker MC's were on the bite Bittin' my rhymes,stealin' my style I rocked so hard,it wasn't true I won the virgin girl,and her MAMA too Sex (x4) When I'm upon the microphone All the fly young ladies want a take me home When the party's over,take me to their house Throw me in the bed,know what we're talkin' about? Then they say,"Ice-T you are the best I love your eyes Your things,your chest You put all my lovers to shame I can't remember my boyfriends name You made me feel all hot and wet The way you move I can't forget I came,I came,I came again it felt so good I told my friends You can have my cars,my jewels,my wealth I love you more than I love myself After tonight fulfilled I'll be No hundred men could match ICE-T Sex (x4) Then she turn out the lights,throw back the sheets And then our two hot bodies meet And all at once she felt the thrill The caress of the best,the Ice-T chill Start with her tongue upon the back of my leg She didn't stop till I hollered screamed and begged Then she rolled me over,took me to the stage Like in the nasty book where you tore out the page Sex (x4) I put it in their blouse In their brain their little panties that their boyfriend saw I put it in their mini skirt and up their thigh Deep,deep girls,I wanna make you cry I move it in and out,know what I'm talkin' about Then around your neck until you show respect Then on your cheek until I reach my peak Then in your mouth girl,no joke,I'll take it out Don't want to see you choke I'll run it down your back,might cause a heart attack I'll put it in your butt until I get enough And then I'll take it out and put it in my pants 'Cause I fuck with the beat,the only way to dance Sex (x4) |
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from Ice-T - Rhyme Pays (1987)
Sex I the morning,sex at night,sex in the afternoon's alright
Ain't a man on earth,that can stay alive Without a .....sex drive Sex (x4) I was in a contest to rock the world First prize was a virgin young girl For four days I was up on the mic All sucker MC's were on the bite Bittin' my rhymes,stealin' my style I rocked so hard,it wasn't true I won the virgin girl,and her MAMA too Sex (x4) When I'm upon the microphone All the fly young ladies want a take me home When the party's over,take me to their house Throw me in the bed,know what we're talkin' about? Then they say,"Ice-T you are the best I love your eyes Your things,your chest You put all my lovers to shame I can't remember my boyfriends name You made me feel all hot and wet The way you move I can't forget I came,I came,I came again it felt so good I told my friends You can have my cars,my jewels,my wealth I love you more than I love myself After tonight fulfilled I'll be No hundred men could match ICE-T Sex (x4) Then she turn out the lights,throw back the sheets And then our two hot bodies meet And all at once she felt the thrill The caress of the best,the Ice-T chill Start with her tongue upon the back of my leg She didn't stop till I hollered screamed and begged Then she rolled me over,took me to the stage Like in the nasty book where you tore out the page Sex (x4) I put it in their blouse In their brain their little panties that their boyfriend saw I put it in their mini skirt and up their thigh Deep,deep girls,I wanna make you cry I move it in and out,know what I'm talkin' about Then around your neck until you show respect Then on your cheek until I reach my peak Then in your mouth girl,no joke,I'll take it out Don't want to see you choke I'll run it down your back,might cause a heart attack I'll put it in your butt until I get enough And then I'll take it out and put it in my pants 'Cause I fuck with the beat,the only way to dance Sex (x4) |
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from Ice-T - Rhyme Pays (1987)
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 Ice-T - Rhyme Pays (1987)
Squeeze the trigger
Rampage on stage,my crews in a rage Searched my posse,found the Uzi but missed the 12 gauge Maniac,I'm a rhyme brainiac,livin' on the edge of a razor Remember that Cold rollin' thick as a shake,I'm rockin' hard as a quake I can't live on bread and water or lobster and steak My mino's a riot gun,there ain't none bigger About to unload the ammo, |
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from Ice-T - Rhyme Pays (1987)
Rampage on stage,my crews in a rage
Searched my posse,found the Uzi but missed the 12 gauge Maniac,I'm a rhyme brainiac,livin' on the edge of a razor Remember that Cold rollin' thick as a shake,I'm rockin' hard as a quake I can't live on bread and water or lobster and steak My mino's a riot gun,there ain't none bigger About to unload the ammo,"E" squeeze the trigger They say I'm violent,they should watch their T.V. They say I'm brutal,they should check their P.D. You made me,now your kids rave me I rap about the life that the city streets gave me Murder,intrigue,somebody must bleed Miami Vice is small time,L.A's the big league From the rollin' 60's to the nickerson "G" Pueblos,grape street,this is what I see The jungle,the 30's,the V.N.G. Life in L.A. ain't no cup of ter Squeeze the trigger I've been dogged out by cops,shackled and socked Paid my dues to the streets,took my hard knocks Disrespected by snobs,damn near trampled by mobs Persecuted by squares workin' nine to five jobs Like a panther I prowl ,like a lion I growl Learn to see behind my back like the head of an owl I'm the voice of the youth,the prophet of truth What I speak is really though some May say ruthless tactics are takin' by me to awaken People to life but I feel no fakin' No jivin',no lyin',no frontin',no playin' Say exactly whats up,understand what I'm sayin' Ban me,try it,you might cause a riot What the radio won't play,the underground will supply it I'm a MC pirate that's loud not quiet Radical as they make'em,make a rule I'll defy it Critics may say I'm wise,some may call my words lies I've lived more in one day than they will in their lives But most do respect the words I inject Kick credit for realism and the truth I project Because I could bust rhymes for fun,or cut MC's like a knife But the topic I love is the drama of life So don't diss me don't dare,I feel you should care You may think I'm soft but you're just unaware Of the wrath of the Ice enraged prepare For a true nighmare Squeeze the trigger Cops hate kids,kids hate cops,cops kill kid's with warnin' shouts What is crime and what in not?what is justice?I think I forgot We buy weapons to keep us strong Reagan sends guns where they don't belong The controversy is thick and the drag is strong But no matter the lies we all know who's wrong Homeless sleep on the city streets Waitin' to die with nothin' to eat While rich politicians soak their feet In the pools at their ten million buck retreats People hate people for color of face No one had a choice in the race we were placed A brother in queens was beaten and chased Murdered cold in the streets, a goodamn disgrace Just because of his race,his life went to waste And no one went to jail when the court heard the case Justice or corruption?it's all interlaced How can you swallow this?I can't stand the taste Squeeze the trigger I get paid for illin',cold makin' a killin' My pockets keep fillin',I got dollars to the ceilin' Got a safe in my floor,car got bullet proof doors Every time I rock the mic I leave you wishin' for more Because my raps ain't bull,got cold stupid pull You wanna eat my rhymes like candy,till your mind's over full But most MC's today ain't got nothin' to say "A" to the mother fuckin' "K" |
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from Ice-T - OG Original Gangster (1991)
I once knew this brother Who I thought was cool with me Chilled out together Even went to school with me Fly nigga, my ace boon coon Used to low ride together Shot dice in the bathroom Ya want trouble? Well trouble ya found Cause we diss ya, then issue The critical beat down He needed money I would always come through Needed a car? He could use mine too But bust this! Out on the street People say he was riffin' Callin' me a sucker Talkin' bout how foul I'm livin' Someone heard him Poppin' that shit last week Frontin' for some pussy From some big butt freak Sayin' I'm his worker I was on his dick! Talkin' that craazy old weak assed shit and after all of that She still walked away How ya gonna diss your boy To get some play? And when I stepped to him about it He said, "Who snitched?" [CHORUS] Yo, how did he go out? He went out like a bitch! So ladies We ain't just talkin' bout you Cause some of you niggas Is bitches too! I knew this brother named Mitch Stone player He meet a girl, in five min. he lay her Trucked crazy jewels Hands smothered in ice Been to prison not once, but twice Kept a stupid thick posse Made of thugs and Crooks and hoods and vet hustlers Who were up to no good But they all stood behind him and watched his back That's the only way To roll on the track But yo, Mitch got rushed by feds last week The snatchbared the runk Of his white Corniche Took a look inside And what did they see? Two keys, and a gallon of PCP! Oh shit! The thought crashed Mitch's subliminal Three strikes, that's called Habitual criminal So insted of goin' under He snitched on his whole posse Maxed at the crib And sipped Martini and Rossi Sold out his whole crew That rat named Mitch [CHORUS] I knew this guy That was never that fly Couldn't act cool Even when he tried When we played rough He always cried When he told stories, he always lied A Black brother Who was missin' the cool part He had the color But was missin' the true heart When we would fight He would always go down quick So he took karate and he still got his ass kicked But now he's married And he kicks his wife's ass Says it comes from problems That he had in the past Doesn't like Blacks Claims he's upper class Joined the police, got himself a badge Now he rolls the streets and he's cut to jack Doggin' young brothers Cause they usually don't fight back Got a White partner And he asked for that and every night Another head they crack So now he's big man But he really ain't shit! [CHORUS] Out one night with my crew and some new kid I didn'T know homeboy, but Evil E did So I thought he was cool We rode in his ride Rag top tray on Daytons Lifted side to side We hit the party deep Niggas was hawkin' me You could feel the vibe Of thick artillery Parliament was on, some O.G. shit I put my back to the wall And felt my pistol grip al of a sudden Niggas started trippin' Flippin', the record started skippin' Wildin', fools started locn up Gats cracked The room started smokin' up Me and "E" hit the floor And then the back door My boys let off an automatic encore But when we made it out to the ride It was gone, we had to shoot it out Side by side Punk left us there to die in a ditch! [CHORUS]
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from Ice-T - OG Original Gangster (1991)
God damn, what a brother gotta do
To get a message through To the red, white and blue What? I gotta die? Before you realize I was a brother with open eyes The world's insane While you drink champagne And I'm livin' in black rain You try to ban the A.K. I got ten of 'em stashed With a case of hand grenades (Tell us what to do?) Fuck you! (Tell us what to do?) Fuck you! (Tell us what to do?) Fuck you! (Tell us what to do?) Fuck you! You'd know what to do If a bullet hit your kid On the way to school Or a cop shot your kid in the back yard Shit would hit the fan and hit hard! CHORUS I hear it every night, another gun fight The tension mounts On with the body count! God damn what a brother gotta do To get a message through To the red, white and you? What? I gotta die? Before you realize I was a nigga with open eyes The world's insane While you drink champagne And I'm livin' in black rain Don't you hear the guns? You stupid, dumb, dick suckin' Bum politicians (Tell us what to do?) Fuck you! (Tell us what to do?) Fuck you! The tension mounts! |
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from Ice-T - OG Original Gangster (1991)
Let me tell ya a little story
Bout my homeboy Ed Use to drink every day Straight 40's to the head You try to snap on him He'd ask what you said You still try to break He'd start given up lead Love to gamble On one knee he stayed Tryin' to hit seven on one knee he stayed Worked tees and weights So he always got paid Blew on the hoes Every dollar he made Crazy friends, crazy friends he had Superfly drobe, super dope pad Cars for your ass and I'm talkin' class Benz's and better With his name on the dash One night he got drunk And started drivin' real fast... Ed's dead |
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from Ice-T - OG Original Gangster (1991)
Here we go
I'm movin' off death row Ya gotta keep up hops Ya can't be slow Cuse their towers are high They got the hype gaats Check the perimeters good Read the maps It's night They might not see us Cuse if they catch us out there They'll bleed us Shoot us, kill us Dump us in a dark ditch Clean it up, call it a gang hit I gotta make my move Cause I'm a renegade I recognize when mind techniques Are being played It's a plot they use To keep down another Here comes another Brainwashed brother Shut up do you know How dumb you sound? That mentality What keeps my people down No one wants to Live in an urban war You live there cause Your parents were poor They live there because Theirs were also Get yourself together Hit the gates bro! CHORUS Ya gotta get out! Ya gotta get out! Why? Ya gotta get out! Ya gotta get out! Why? Ya gotta get out! Ya gotta get out! Why? Cause the fields Are where you die! Escape from The killing fields You try to keep us Running and running faster But I ain't runnin' from ya I'm runnin' at ya and my posse's thick About a mil strong Too late to make up now Cause it's on I'm the one that's got ya In constant fear I'm the nigga You shoulda killed last yeaar But you played yourself You let me gain wealth Now I can change the wy The cards are dealt I've schooled my homeboys Made 'em all understand The tricks nd twists Inflicted on the Black man How ya make me think to be down I gotta stay around Down in the motherfuckin' Battleground There'll never be any good Schools in the hood There'll never be any cops That are any good The hospital is a great place To go to die Real estate's cheap Let me tell ya why? The man's got a Sure fire system A economic prison! CHORUS Escape from The killing fields! |
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Upon intial contact with Ice-T's music, I had envisioned him to be an ill-mannered and psychologically unstable man with an extremely uneducated and barbaric
frame of mind, whose raps displayed nothing but ridiculous jargon, shocking sexual audacity and repulsive images of the ghetto. However, after further analysis of his music I can deduce that he is the epitome of antidisestablishmentarianism, who embodies the entire spectrum of the urban experience and struggle. But to make things more plain and simple to the layman, I find Ice-T to be the dopest, flyist, O.G. pimp hustler gangster player hardcore motherfucker living today. To be honest, I am totally and irrevocably on his dick. |
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from Ice-T - OG Original Gangster (1991)
Everybody step back from the mic
As I set it off All playin' the wall It's time to sweat it off Anybody with staatic oh please try I'll do ya like Godfather 3 And do a fly by Time to rip and hit and strangle I eat Guardian Angels And toy emcees With their names on the front page I bury in shallow graves I don't rap to girls on my L.P. I don't beg for pussy I love the ladies aand they love me right back Now who's the mac? Mission accomplished I came to stomp this microphone And leave suckers unconscious and if you uthink Yo got an S on your chest You better wear two vests Watch your back, your front I always hit, don't bunt Crazy posse When I'm on a duck hunt Emcee Ice-T answers to no one Load my rhymes And cock 'em like a shotgun Let off like frags from a pipe bomb A low stroll and my mic in my right palm The cops hate me And that's right they oughta Before my crew Gets to their daughters Nat the Cat M.C. Donald D. |
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from Ice-T - OG Original Gangster (1991)
Off to the studio late night
Time to cut another track It's gotta be hype Got my rhyme book in hand A blue loose leaf Anybody move on that They get loose teeth Evil's got the funky beat A stupid dope loop But the record's kind of old! (What we gonna do troop?) We gotta clean it up Cause it's so dope Tried the rubbing alcohol Even the Ivory soap But no matter what we do The record keeps clickin' FUCK IT! Evil E, give me some of that Damn fried chicken! |
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from Ice-T - OG Original Gangster (1991)
Syndicate fool
L.A. Home of the Bodybag Ice-T A young playa bred in South Central Colors, syndicate fool A young playa bred in South Central Ice-T L.A. Home of the Bodybag [Incomprehensible] yourself Syndicate fool Ice-T A young playa bred in South Central Pop rollers Syndicate fool Ice-T L.A. Home of the Bodybag My lethal weapon's my mind Ice-T Syndicate fool I'm your pusher Ice-T A young playa bred in South Central Squeeze the trigger fool Ice-T Pimpin' ain't easy Drama, Ice-T Syndicate fool Peel the caps back Ice-T A young playa bred in South Central Power Syndicate fool L.A. Home of the Bodybag Iceberg, Ice-T Syndicate fool Let's get butt naked and fuck Ice-T A young playa bred in South Central Sex Ice-T L.A. Home of the Bodybag Syndicate fool O.G. |
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from Ice-T - OG Original Gangster (1991)
It's eight a.m. I roll out my silk sheets
Get fly crash the limo back seats Lookin' in the faces Of some ladies that I never met On the interview tip, no sweat They ask me questions I throw the words back They say they write facts I know that's bull crap They're kickin' drama But then drama's my middle name That's the price ya pay for big fame The cellular phone rings Dot wanta pick it up But it's my J-O-B I gotta kick it up Another damn reporter On the line with a word quiz I gotta show cause I'm livin' with the show Biz. Out the llimo, to the plane In the pourin' rain I hate flyin' But there's no time for slow trains another show to do I gotta caatch my crew They left last night In the bus around two The plane's a small one No fun at all Bouncin' round the air Like a tennis ball When it touches down I wanna kiss the ground But it's time to wreck a new town Get to the arena, meet up with the crew They tell me all the speakers blew The cordless don't work Sound man's a jerk Somebody's gonna get hurt I'm crazy mad But my fans want autographs I turn my angry frowns Into fake laughs I can't be rude Cause they wouldn't understand I in't human no more, I'm a superman CHORUS You can try But you'll never understand this You can try But you'll never understand this You can try But you'll never understand this The lifestyles of the rich a and infamous Four hours till show time oh well I might as well check in the hotel Get a little rest Before it's time to play Ten brothers standin' in the hallway All with demo tapes They need the hook up They heard that I was The one to look up I can't ditch 'em Cause they already saw me I'll put my head down Maybe they'll ignore me No chance "Ice what's goin' on?" I listened to twenty-five songs And after thaat The brothers still wouldn't leave They started lookin' at my T.V. I was gonna break down If they didn't jet soon Snuck across the hall And crashed in E's room But then this freak came in Thought I was E Straddled her legs across me Ripped off her blouse Pushed her breast against my face Started girating her waist. Sounds fly, Like a hype sex thriller? But see she looked like Godzilla Pushed her off me Home girl hit the floor This is what it's like on tour I hit the hallway it was crawlin' thick "Could we take this picture real quick?" Jumped into a pose That I used a million times before Took pictures With the whole damn floor I couldn't say no not to my fans You see they wouldn't understand CHORUS Now it's show time, time to flow time Evil lost the records But we still gotta go time The house is packed Everybody's on their feet So I say, "Throw on Rakim's beat." E hits the fader and the crowd is lit I start bustin' off some new shit The stage is so smokey That I almost fall off, I start inhalin' it I'm tryin' not to cough I'm catchin' problems from every angle The mic cords are tangled I try to flow smooth But my words are mangled Damn near slipped and broke my ankle If that ain't enough The police are hawkin' Listenin' real close To the words I'm talkin' They wanna put a brother like me In the back seat Just because I curse the beat They wanna tap my phone Wanna keep my crib bugged Call all my homes Felonist street thugs You might say I think this lifestyle sucks? I wouldn't tade it for a million bucks Although it's all Not glamour and gleam It's still my dream CHORUS |
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from Ice-T - OG Original Gangster (1991)
Brainstorm microphone napalm
This is it, words from a timebomb Attack speed, fast as an F15 Raise the heat, light thhe gasoline Overload, it might cause a blackout Dead end There's no chnce to back out Hit the tripwire Duck from the gunfire Broken glass, screech'n car tires, bodies hit the deck As I commence to wreck Eject another clip and drip sweat Face of danger, increasin' nger Point blank I smoke another stranger Grip the mic tight I see the brake lights Hit the back door I lay down cross the floor E's on the wheels He makes the rubber squel Blood's on my gear From caps I've peeled About a block away I sit up Look back It wasn't nothin' but a Microphone contract! Dressed in black I stalk my prey Parabellum in a leather attache Low tones I speak, I speak to few Just give me the money and who the fuck to do Four blocks away my aim's clean Night scope on a silence carbine Place my crosshairs on my vic's eye Squeeze the trigger Watch the brains fly Violent? Yeah you could call me that Insane? You're on the right track But turn the sounds up So I can stay amped Do another crew and breaak camp The only way I sleep is in a cold sweat You think I'm crazy? You ain't see shit yet Cause I love to kill and kill for fun The microphone goes off Like a handgun It's goin' down now Grab your girl hops No excuses when the bodies begin to drop Look in my face fool It look like I'm play'n Don't become another Victim of mic slayin' What's up? You want your feet in some concrete? I got some brothers That'll do you for gold teeth But most the time I move, I move alone Take a bat Break your motherfuckin' dome Shoot you dead in the face With a sawed off One hundred ten degrees Ice don't get soft Cause I'm hard as they come I come correct You can't handle the vandal hit eject If not you better get Out my face sucka Or else you better be A good bullet ducker Cause I'm a rip shop Tell that ass drop Five o Ice, yo fuck a damn cop! Cause I move hard and cold With a gangster stroll Five thousand dollar suits And fly gold Rolex, you can't fit no more Diamonds on it Pinky ring, worth a house If I decide to pwn it What's up now punk? Yo start to choke up? You try to move on the Ice You'll get broke up! Midnight, time for a homicide Showtime, somebody's gonna die E hits the switch And thouands of volts connect With the weapon that's in my fist I see a sucka in the third row Try'n to riff A paragraph and a half he's stiff I start bustin' off barrages ear high Mothers grab for their children Tears fly I'm like a psycho In the mircrophone zone Speakers blown, mind gone I can't be touched Once my lyrics begin to fly Simple stage radiation Could make ya die Ya got a prob nigga you think your rep's bigger? Hold your heard right there While I squeeze the trigger Cause I'm a crazy motherfucker That's no joke My favorite smell is The aroma of gunsmoke I'm bustin' off another Lyrical nightmare Parents hate the Ice! You think that I care? Well I don't give a fuck Cause I rhyme tough Drop science, still bust the ill stuff So now it's time for crime And the rhyme is mine Track the movement Hide from the punchline I rhyme with quickness Microphone fitness The assassinator Stay off the shit list |
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Midnight chillin' at A.M/P.M.
Coolin' drinkin' apple juice In Evil's BM The sound's up loud To attract attention Armoraled tires On a lowered suspension Nardi to steer with Alpine deck was glowin' Bumpinn' Big Daddy And the nigga was definitely flowin' I was ridin' shotgun Donald and Hen in back Look thru the tint recognized a jack Two brothers strolled up Talkin' bout get out Donald D blazed Shot one fool thru his fuckin' mouth Why would they step When they know we're strapped? I never cruise L.A. Without a Gat in my lap The other fool shot Caught the E in the shoulder blade I busted thru the car door That's where the nigga laid Hen jumped out Dropped two nines in his forehead Evil was bleedin' bad The car seats were turnin' red Looked to my left There were two more carloads Niggas in hats and hoods In an attack mode And they hadn't yet begun to fight E hit the gas It was one past midnight! Take me on a walk through hell... (screams) South Central Yo, E, drive! Drive, man drive, man! Fuck it! Just get the fuck outta here, man! We boned down Vernon Right on Normandie Left on Florence Gettin' thru the E.T.G.'s Spun out on Vermont Made a left on Colden Right on Hoover E where we goin'? He didn't even answer that Checked the rear view They were still out back Where were these brothers from? What made these brothers come? Bang! our back window Was removed by a shotgun Now Hen G was shot Don caught a ricochet These motherfuckers was ill They didn't come to play Bust a right turn, parked and then we got left Hid in the the bushes Shot the gas tank to fake death But would this really Keep them psyched? Three of us bleedin' It was ten past midnight! Midnight. Time for a homicide. (Screams) South Central C'mon, man. You all bleedin' bad, man. You got to keep up, man, we can't stop here. I really didn't like How this shit was goin' down Wrong night, wrong time Wrong fuckin' part of town Ya see we was deep In the Hoover's hood Three niggas bleedin' That shit don't look good! See over there red don't go Some places red's all they know But not our luck Tonight we was real fucked Broke down an alley And we instantly had to duck Fuckin' police on a gang sweep No time to deal with one time So we had to creep Broke thru a back yard Ran thru a vacant lot E, Hen and Don kept up To be some niggas shot Shit was gettin' craazy So I had to get busy Hen was bleedin' worse And Evil was gettin' dizzy Looked in a parking lot I needed a snatch bar Had to hot wire So I moved on an old car It was a bucket, but fuck it, it had to do Started it up And scooped my whole crew Two blocks later We saw fuckin' blue lights The pigs were behind us It was half past midnight! Take me on a walk through hell. South Central You all just lay down on the floor if this car, man. Fuck the police, man. I'm-a handle this. When they pulled us over Shit got worse I wait utill they got out And then I hit reverse Fucked 'em up, I seen one cop fall Threw it in gear, yo I'm outty yall Don't know how But somehow we got away Lost the jackers, the cops Dumped the G.T.A. Made it back to the hood Fixed the crew up And even though Evil's car blew up We made it home and then I crashed out Thinkin' bout my all-night death bout Then somethin' woke me up From my dark sleep The sound of fuckin' police When they're tryin' to creep Broke thru my door With no goddamn warning Looked at my watch It was six in the mornin'! |
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from Ice-T - OG Original Gangster (1991)
Yo Yo, 1-2 in the place to be, M.C. Ice-T, ya know wha I'm sayin
Cold loungin' here in the new O.G. LP, you know, Original Gangsters in the House This is goin' out to all my homeboys on the streets and all the brothers locked-down It's been a long while Since I hit ya with freestyle High tech selection From the vaults of the Ice files Kick back, relax, And watch as I melt wax Don't never let a brother like me Write a dope track Cause once I hit it with the vocal tone It's mine, have motherfuckers Rush'n to rewind Cause I'll flow slow And still twist your tongues up Rock the house from night Till the sun's up Cause it really ain't How much you say it's what you sy I got no fuckin' time on the mic To play I write rhymes With addition and algebra Mental geometry Don't even come at me Talk'n that weak and Popin' that bullshit Get out my face A fool could get his head split A lot of doubters Said it couldn't be done by me them same suckers Are now lookin' from under me Wonder'n what I did I didn't play myself kid I respected my fans And made the high bid Sometimes I write my rhymes At night and fall asleep Wake up with new techniques Grab the pen And place it on some loose leaf Nothin' soft, always the tough meat The white paper and Blue lines excite my mind Not allow'n me to stop the rhyme Until the whole motherfuckin' Book's complete Then I write on the Back of the sheets I made promise To my brothers in street crime We'd get paid with the use Of a sweet rhyme We put our minds together Made the tracks clever Now we're checkin' More bank than ever Mind over matter (So ya got to have Mind Power, like the fellah's say...) Mind over matter (Mind Power) I can drop rhymes in twos, And threes and fours And still have much shit Left for encores Cause when my mind locks In on a dope idea Motherfuckin' ducks Should stand clear Cause I'm a hit the topic point blank It's jail ya better keep your shank Cause I got mine And I'm out on a solo creep (Uggga!) Your face hits the concrete You wanna roll With the niggas that don't play I think you got false courge Get out my damn way Cause the car I'm in Is rollin' full of men No kids or boys, E got the Mac 10 Islam's got the Zulu Nation back up DJ Aladdin's who Hooked the fuckin' track up Syndicate's make'n the move With the ski masks And I'm house'n the long cash So now you realize You underestimated the Ice You thought that I was OK But now you realize I'm nice But that's alright Cause I knew I'd mke it in the end Those who like me now Might not of liked me then But I'm a keep impressin' Stressin' my lesson And keep motherfuckers guessin' Armor plate my mind With walls and shields As I escape from the killing fields (I can understand) Mind over matter (I know what it means. Mind Power) Mind over matter Wise up Move the tempo of this hype groove You know this shit is dope So what you try'n to prove Vu's max as Evil E My niggaa dogs the wax My brain's a handgrenade-catch I'm a hit you with an over load Of bottomless thought Reversin' all the shit you're taught Then throw words at you Syl-la-ble-at-a-time Your brain recites the rhyme No matter what you do The power's over you when you sleep You'll be say'n these rhymes too Cause the brain has the power To control all Think positive You'll be unable to fall Brain cells swell Thought process becomes a trance Makes you feel posessed to dance I'll say I want a million My mind is so deep I'll be bustin' a check for it next week (Like the fellah's say...) Mind over matter (I know what it means. Mind Power) Mind over matter |
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from Ice-T - OG Original Gangster (1991)
Hustler, word, I pull the trigger long,
Grit my teeth, spray till every nigga's gone. Got my block sewn, armored dope spots, Last thing I sweat's a sucka punk cop. Move like a king when I roll, hops, You try to flex, bang, another nigga drops. You gotta deal with this cause there's no way out, Why? Cash money ain't never gonna play out. I got nothin to lose, much to gain, In my brain, I got a capitalist migraine. I gotta get paid tonight, you muthafuckin right. [something] my grip, check my bitch, keep my game tight. So many hos on my jock, think I'm a movie star. Nineteen, I got a fifty thousand dollar car. Go to school, I ain't goin for it, Kiss my ass, bust the cap on the Moet. Cause I don't wanna hear that crap, Why? I'd rather be a New Jack-----Hustler (chorus) Hustler Hustler Hustler H-U-S-T-L-E-R hustler (kid drop in) Yo man you know what I'm sayin? You got it goin on my man, I like how it's goin down. You got the fly cars, the girls, the jewels. Look at that ring right there, I know it's real, it's gotta be real. Man, you the flyest nigga I seen in my life! Yo man, I just wanna roll with you man, How can I be down? What's up? You say you wanna be down? Ease back, or muthafucka get beat down. Out my face, fool I'm the illest, Bulletproof, I die harder than Bruce Willis. Got my crew in effect, I bought em new Jags, So much cash, gotta keep it in Hefty bags. All I think about is keys and Gs Imagine that, me workin at Mickey D's (ha ha ha ha). That's a joke cause I'm never gonna be broke, When I die there'll be bullets and gunsmoke. Ya don't like my lifestyle? Fuck you! I'm rollin with the New Jack crew. And I'm a hustler. H-U-S-T-L-E-R hustler New Jack, New Jack.......... Here I come, so you better break North, As I stride, my gold chains glide back and forth. I care nothing bout you, and that's evident. All I love's my dope and dead presidents. Sound crazy? Well it isn't. The ends justifies the means, that's the system. I learned that in school then I dropped out, Hit the streets, checked a grip, and now I got clout. I had nothing, and I wanted it. You had everything, and you flaunted it. Turned the needy into the greedy, With cocaine, my success came speedy. Got me twisted, jammed into a paradox. Every dollar I get, another brother drops. Maybe that's the plan, and I don't understand, God damn----you got me sinkin in quicksand. But since I don't know, and I ain't never learned, I gotta get paid, I got money to earn. With my posse, out on the ave, Bump my sounds, crack a forty and laugh. Cool out and watch my new Benz gleam, Is this a nightmare? Or the American dream? So think twice if you're coming down my block, You wanna journey through hell? Well shit gets hot. Pregnant teens, children's screams, Life is weighed on the scales of a triple beam. You don't come here much, and ya better not. Wrong move (bang), ambulance cot. I gotta get more money than you got, So what, if some muthafucka gets shot? That's how the game is played, Another brother slayed, the wound is deep BUT they're givin us a Band Aid. My education's low but I got long dough, Raised like a pit bull, my heart pumps nitro. Sleep on silk, lie like a politician, My Uzi's my best friend, cold as a mortician. Lock me up, it's genocidal catastrophe, There'll be another one after me! A hustler. Hustler. H-U-S-T-L-E-R hustler. New Jack, New Jack...... |
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from Ice-T - OG Original Gangster (1991)
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 HIM." 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 from the 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 blast 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 your 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! CHORUS |
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from Ice-T - OG Original Gangster (1991)
Watch me flip and rip
On the freedom tip Open your mind See the point of the ice pick I stand tall While my brothers Still choose to crawl Black power, it7s in effect yall But you don't understand You're still a slave to the man Prepare for revolution Some sucker say we're free I gotta disagree Half my posse's in the penitentiary So I'm a drop and kick the science With defiance Because I have no alliance With suckas who choose Not to act Black When they are Black Get out my face with that You better ease back Cause Mandela did 27 hard ones Not in a windowed room But in a barred one While his wife had tears in her eyes The man is a hero He needs a Nobel Prize But that will never happen So I'm gonna keep rappin' Freein' my brothers' minds From their entrapment To silence the Ice, they'll probably Put a bullet in me But I'm prepared to die And Mandela's free! |
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from Ice-T - OG Original Gangster (1991)
Just checkin' my microphone once
As I check your audio Increase the bass response Hope n the speakers blow I got no time to sit and flip And pop bullshit Turn up your stereo hops Insert the rhyme clip Roll your windows up Make sure it7s air tight E.Q. the track exact So shit sounds right I rhyme of death And darkness and danger Your crib or car Becomes a torture chamber I write my rhymes with violence What you expect? Sounds of pain The snap of a broken neck All alone in darkness I sit each night Write my rhymes With blood upon a butcher knife You say the Ice is ill, and ill I am They try to ban my shit And I don't give a damn Roll up, your eye will get swoll up Suckers who flexed Yo, their deaths got tolled up Cause I'm not the nigga to toy with Boy with the big mouth Ya got time to riff? There's time to take you out Put a couple caps in your ass Cut your head off Send it to your mom with flowers Cause I'm so soft Lay on your wack crew Smoke the whole bunch Bury 'em in my bck yard And then I'll eat lunch Cause I don't give a fuck about you Or him or her Whenever I'm in the house A death just might occur Is this real or fiction You'll never know CHORUS While you're locked to the Pulse of the rhyme flow! Once I lock you up, you can't get loose You put your head inside And I placed the noose The mic drips juice slow From its steel mesh My words feel like hooks Underneath your flesh Makin' you twist and turn Scorch and burn, when will you learn? The '90s are my turn To pitch a vocal fit, like the ultimate Gangster rhyme, yo, I invented the shit! Watch me dod it, as I do it And I do it right Grab the gauge Duct tape on the flashlight Doin' the black ski mask And come to your house Cut off your power And do you with the lights out! Is this real or fiction? You'll never know CHORUS A pool of blood and floating body parts Would make me grin A close view of a razor When it's breaking skin If you were burnin' I'd use gasoline to put you out Cause I walk alone And choose the dark route Nightmares gotta be loved by some And I'm the one Ya wanna come, bring your shotgun You ever see your partner die? No? Well I have! You ever see your father die? No? Well I have! You ever see your mother die? No? Well I have! So shut the fuck up, punk And clear the rhyme path! What would make meel calm and nice Is a slow slice Through your jugular and windpipe Throw me in jail I won't even try to make bail Put me in the gas chamber And watch me inhale! Is this true or false? Well you'll never know CHORUS Jason, Tales from the Crypt And the Dark Side Another fly murder, another suicide Did these flicks Have an influence on my brain? I really doubt that shit I think that I was born insane When I was young I had a lust for knives and guns Use a magnifying glass To fry an ant with the sun And on and on My lust for death got bigger At fifteen I was placed behind a trigger Although I'm dirty Not the one to be swept up step up, I'd love to open your chest up I've got no concept of life or death All I want is your last breath Give me a motherfuckin' break I should behave Give me a motherfuckin' shovel I'll dig graves! I break ill in extra large portions where's your parents I'll make you an orphan So when you're talkin' crazy You better think of me The I, to the C, to the E, to the fuckin' T! There'll be no tears No screams or cries, just a laser beam Between your fuckin' eyes You feel strange well now you know CHORUS |
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from Ice-T - OG Original Gangster (1991)
Yo check this out
A lot of people get mad cause I use the word nigga You know what I'm saying they don't like the fact that I use the word nigga They say you a black man I tell em I'm a nigga they don't understand that So I'm a say what I wanna say I call myself what I wanna call myself You know what I'm saying So they can stay off my dick Damn right I'm a nigga And I don't care what you are Cause I'm a Capital N-I double-G-E-R Black people might get mad Cause they don't see That they're looked upon As a nigga just like me I'm a nigga, not a Coloured man Or a Black, or a Negro Or Afro American, I'm all that Yes I was born in America true Does South Central Look like America to you? I'm a nigga, a straight up nigga From a hard school Whatever you are I don't care, that is you fool I'm loud and proud Well endowed with the big beef Out on the corner I hang out like a horse thief So you can call me dumb or crazy Ignorant, stupid, inferior or lazy Silly or foolish But I'm badder and bigger And most of all I'm a straight up nigga That's right I'm a nigga My man lord finesse is my motherfucking nigga You know evil e's my nigga islam's my nigga That's right they're my niggas I'm a nigga in America And that much I flaunt Cause when I see what I like Yo I take what I want I'm not the only one That's why I'm not bitter Cause everybody is a nigga to a nigga! America was stole from he Indians Show and prove, what was that? A straight up nigga move A low down shame Yo it's straight insane Yet they complain When a nigga snatch Their gold chains What is nigga suppose to do? Wait around for a handout From a nigga like you? That's why a low down nigga gets hyped But I'm not a nigga of that type I'm a steak and lobster eatin Billionaire meetin Cash money makin, movin shakin Corporate jet glidin Limousine ridin Writin' hits, filthy rich Straight up nigga! That's right I'm a nigga Now I'm a write this song Though the radio won't play it But I got freedom of speech So I'm a say it She wanna be lez he wanna be gay But that's your business I'm straight So nigga have it your way Those who hate me I got sumthin for ya A nigga with cash a nigga with a lawyer Bot a watermelon eating @#%$ down south But a nigga that 'll smack the taste from your mouth A contemplating thinking best champagne drinkin Ten inch givin extra large livin Mercedes benz drivin strivin to survivin All the way livin and kickin hi fivin Strokin rap and happenin deal doing Fly in from cali to chill with the crewin Rhymin groovin fly girlie grabbin Horny gun shootin long hair havin Nigga Straight up nigga Nigga Straight up nigga Nigga Nigga that's right fool look at me Just the kinda nigga you'd like to hang from a tree But all you KKK type grave diggers Ease back fool cause I'm a trigger nigga I work real hard for my livin But I don't sell or brake bullshit thanksgivin Like some fool and eat turkey That's the day your forefathers jerked me Shipped us all over here in locks and chains Split us up twistin up a nigga's brain Now you keep me in constant sweat But I'm a nigga that you'll never forget A black bad iron clad always mad Fly nigga takin off from a helipad Rolex divin buck wilin cap pilin Sportin link chinks and medallions Incollectible hi tek cash and seven digit checks And still breakin necks The ultimate male supreme white woman's dream Big dick straight up nigga |
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from Ice-T - OG Original Gangster (1991)
(feat. Bodycount)
[Intro: Ice-T Talking] This next track is dedicated to some personal friends of mine, the L.A.P.D For every cop that's ever take an advantage off somebody Beat him down or hurt him, because they got long hair Listen to the wrong kind of music, bronde color Whatever they thought was the reason to do it For every one of those fuckin' police I'd like to take a pig out here in this parking lot And shoot them in their motherfuckin' face [Verse 1: Ice-T] Cop killer, yeah I got my black shirt on I got my black gloves on I got my ski mask on This shit's been too long I got my twelve gauge sawed off I got my headlights turned off I'm 'bout to bust some shots off I'm 'bout to dust some gats off...... [Chorus: Ice-T] I'ma Cop killer, better you than me Cop killer, fuck police brutality! Cop killer, I know your family's grieving, fuck them Cop killer, but tonight we get even [Verse 2: Ice-T] Ha ha, I got my brain on hype Tonight will be your night I got this long-Assed-Knife And your neck looks just right My adrenaline's pumpin' I got my stereo bumpin' I'm 'bout to kill me somethin' A pig stopped me for nothin'...... [Chorus: Ice-T] Cop killer, better you than me Cop killer, fuck police brutality Cop killer, I know your mama's grievin' so fuck her Cop killer, but tonight we get even [Break:] Yeah, die, die, die pig, die (*Gun Shot*) Die, die, die pig, die (*Gun Shot*) Fuck the police, fuck the police, fuck the police Fuck the police, fuck the police, fuck the police Fuck the police yeah...... [Chorus: Ice-T] Cop killer, better you than me I'ma Cop killer, fuck police brutality! Cop killer, I know your family's grievin' fuck them Cop killer, but tonight we get even Ha ha ha, yeah [Hook:] Fuck the police, Fuck the police, Fuck the police Fuck the police, Fuck the police, Fuck the police Fuck the police, Fuck the police, break it down Fuck the police, yeah Fuck the police, for Darryl Gates Fuck the police, for Rodney King Fuck the police, for my dead homies Fuck the police, for your freedom Fuck the police, don't be a pussy Fuck the police, have some motherfuckin' courage Fuck the police, sing along..... Cop killer, cop killer, cop killer Cop killer, cop killer What you're gonna be when you grown up? Cop killer, good choice, cop killer I'ma motherfuckin' cop killer [Chorus: Ice-T] Cop killer, better you than me Cop killer, fuck police brutality Cop killer, I know your mama's grievin' (fuck her) Cop killer, but tonight we get even |
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from Ice-T - OG Original Gangster (1991)
You know the houe down the street
Where the kids are and every day They seem to have a new scar Something strange is going on And everybody knows Doors always shut Windows always closed The little girl had a burn The boy was black and blue They said it came from play You know that shit ain't true The boy's arm's broke Girl's scared to speak Their parents drink all day Couple of dead beats Some days they go to school And other days they might It's hard to stay awake After you cry all night You see 'em every daay Tear tracks on their cheeks But they will never tell It goes on weeks and weeks (But what can they do? They're only children man!) You ain't no fuckin' kid Act like you give a damn! Won't someone save these kids Do something, call a cop The other night I heard gun shots! |
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from Ice-T - OG Original Gangster (1991)
I'm rollin' up in a big gray bus
And I'm shackled down Myself that's who I trust The minute I arrived Some sucker got hit Shanked ten times Behind some bullshit Word in the pen the fool was a snitch So without hesitatin' I made a weapon quick If found a sharp piece of metal Taped it to a stick Then a bullhorn sounds That means it's time for chow My first prison meal The whole feeling was foul It wasn't quite my style But my stomach growled So I flushed the shit down And hit the weight pile The brothers was swole The attitudes was cold Felt the tension on the yard From the young and the old But I'm a warrior I got my ground to hold So I studied the inmates To see who hd the power the Whites? The Blacks? Or just the gun tower! In a blink of an eye, a riot broke out Blacks put their backs to the wall Cause it was north and south A gun man shouts And everybody had doubt Until the bullets started fly'n Took two men out Thn they rushed everybody Back to their cells Damn the pen is different than The county jail I'm in a one man cell I know my life's on a scale I wonder if that gunman is goin' to hell This is my second day I got a ten year stay I learned my first lesson In the pen you don't plaay I saw a brother kill another Cause he said he was gay But that's the way it is It been that way for years and when his body hit the ground I heard a couple of cheers It kind of hurt me inside That they were glad he died and I ask myself Just who had the power? The Whites? The Blacks? Or just the gun tower! You see the Whites got a thing The call White pride The Blacks got the muscle Mexicans got the knives You better be wise You wanna stay alive Go toe to toe with a sucka No matter wht size A fool tried to sweat me Act'n like he was hard I stuck him twice in the neck And left him dead in the yard It was smooth how I did it Cause nobody could see With my jacket on my arm And my knife on the side of me Bam bam, it was over Another one bites the dust I went crazy in the pen With nobody to trust Bench'n ten quarters, so I'm hard to sweat Used a tat gun, and engrved my set They call me a lifer Cause I'm good as dead I live in the hole, so the floor's my bed And I ask myself again Who has the power The Whites? The Blacks? Or just the gun tower |
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from Ice-T - OG Original Gangster (1991)
Before I go id like to say a few things. this album was completed on january 15th 1991. By now the war has probably started and a whole bunch of people have probably died out there in the desert over some bullshit. Theres a war goin on right now in my neighborhood but I cant really determine which one is worse..I think the one that we are all fightin is fucked up and thats the war inside out brains you know. but uh I feel bad about all the brothers and sisters gettin pulled right out of their neighborhoods all the citys and small towns in america that go over there and fight for that bullshit. that most of them dont really have anything to do with. So I gotta send peace out to em. Also peace out to all my homies in jail brothers that are dead locked up right here on earth..talkin about the brothers in solidad, san quetin, all the way up to pelicans bay, tracy, chino, and all my homeboys out there in the east coast lockdown facilities. Im talkin about clinton, rikers, jolead, you know every prison in the whold fuckin world man, thats like you know all bullshit you know. they say slavery has been abolished except for the convicted felon yall need to think about that. that lets you know what the fuckin constitution is really about you know. Alot of my homeboys have been locked down
my whole entire career and thats some bullshit. So for them from the Rhyme Syndicate and Ice-T Id like to send this special shout out...Fuck the police, Fuck the FBI, Fuck the DEA, Fuck the CIA, Fuck Tipper Gore, Bush and his cripple bitch this is Ice-T im out of here, told ya you shoulda killed me last year.. |
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from Ice-T - OG Original Gangster (1991)
Once again I'm back in the place to be
The I, the C, the E, the T I'll never get a Grammy, so fuck the G All I need is crowd, and my M-I-C Got a gangster ass DJ named Evil E My record label's called Warner B William Morris is my agency I'll never go broke, I got property Got a dope pitbull named Felony Got four gold albums So what you tell'n me? Power was two, Iceberg was three This one here shipped five hundred G Now when I roll, I roll stupid deep Benz's, Bemers, and boomin' Jeeps I'm always strapped Cause my money I keep You move on the Ice And you're goin' to sleep But when you see me Walkin' down the street You say, "What's up Ice?" And I say, "Peace!" You give me a dap, I give you one back Cause I ain't souped So forget about that We might take pictures Sign n utograph Kick a little flavor Have some fun and laugh But step to me wrong You might get shot And wind up lookin' out a ziplock!!! |
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from Judgment Night (킬러 나이트) [ost] (1992)
WAR!!!
Our government is fucked Sure to bring us down The media incites civil unrest Hatred can bring you down [Chorus] WAR!!! I don't want your war WAR!!! WE DON'T NEED YOUR WAR We don't need your war WAR!!! Military beasts starvin countries Drama brings you to your knees Spill your blood to save humanity Dyin for the food we feed [Chorus] Our government is fucked Sure to bring us down The media incites civil unrest Hatred can bring you down Injustice drives you crazy It drive L.A. insane In this generation hatred is the name [Chorus] WAR!!! L.A. '92 Bastard magic should make you cry The answer to the question is we ain't gonna die L.A. '92 Police can make me under stress While all L.A.'s a fuckin mess Don't patronise my fuckin ass Some heads will get crashed L.A. '92 Bush has got his upper cut He's goin to fuckin war He won't revert to sticks and stones Just bullet holes and broken bones Chaos, chaos, chaos, chaos Don't give a fuck! Everybody knock ya down No weight support so taken down The juk-jock, We ain't got shit, now had enough Chaos, chaos, chaos, chaos Don't give a fuck! Disorder!!! (x8) |
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from Body Count - Body Count (1992)
A statistic:
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from Body Count - Body Count (1992)
You know sometimes I sit at home, you know,
and I watch T.V. and I wonder what it would be like to live someplace like, you know, the Cosby show, Ozzie and Harriet, you know, where cops come and got your cat outta the tree all your friends died of old age, But you see, I live in South Central Los Angeles and unfortunately... SHIT AIN'T LIKE THAT! IT'S REAL FUCKED UP! Goddamn what a brotha gotta do to get a message through to the red, white and blue? What I gotta die before you realize I was a brotha with open eyes? The world's insane while you drink champagne and I'm livin' in black rain. You try to ban the A.K., I got ten of 'em stashed with a case of hand grenades. Tell us what to do... Fuck you! Tell us what to do... Fuck you! Tell us what to do... Fuck you! Tell us what to do... Fuck you! You know what you'd do if a kid got killed on the way to school or a cop shot your kid in the backyard. Shit would hit the fan, muthafucka and it would hit real hard. I hear it every night, another gunfight, the tension mounts, on with the Body Count. Yo, Beatmaster, take these muthafuckas to South Central. Ha ha. Yeah Fuck that. I hear it every night, another gunfight, the tension mounts, on with the Body Count. Last weekend thirty-seven kids killed in gang warfare, in my backyard. No! No! No! Yo, Ernie C., take these muthafuckas home. Yeah. Yeah, we in the house, Body Count fools, 1991 muthafuckas. I hear it every night, another gunfight, the tension mounts, on with the Body Count. Goddamn what a brotha gotta do to get a message through to the red, white and you? What I gotta die before you realize I was a nigga with open eyes? The world's insane while you drink champagne and I'm livin' in black rain, don't you hear the guns you stupid, dumb, dick suckin', bum politicians. Tell us what to do... Fuck you! Tell us what to do... Fuck you! The tension mounts... |
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from Body Count - Body Count (1992)
Body Count, Body Count, Body Count, Body Count,
Body Count, Body Count, Body Count. BC, BC, BC, BC, (muthafucka) BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC. Body Count, Body Count, Body Count, Body Count, Body Count, Body Count, Body Count, Body Count. BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC. |
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from Body Count - Body Count (1992)
Body Count, Body Count.
Body Count, Body Count. (YEAH MUTHA FUCKAAAAAA!) Body Count, Body Count. Body Count, Body Count. Body Count, Body Count. Body Count, Body Count, nigga! Body Count, Body Count. Body Count, Body Count. Body Count, Body Count. Body Count, Body Count. Body Count, Body Count. Body Count, Body Body Body Count. Body Count, Body Count. Body Count, Body Count. Body Count. Body Count. Body Count. Body Count. Body Count. Body Count. Body Count. Body Count. Awwwwwwwwww shit Body Count's in the house, Body Count. Body Count's in the house, Body Count. Body Count's in the house, Body Count. Body Count's in the house, Body Count. Body Count's in the house, Body Count. Body Count's in the house, Body Count. Body Count's in the house, Body Count. Body Count's in the house, Body Count. On the bass I got my main muthafucka called Mooseman. Layin' the rhythm tracks I got the one and only infamous D-Roc. On the drums I got the one and only Beatmaster V muthafucka. On lead guitars I got my nigga Ernie C. And I'm Ice Mother Fuckin' T, bitch. Come on come on, make some noise. Yeah, goddamn it. Come on, come on, come on, come on. Come on. Body Count's in the house, Body Count. Body Count's in the house, Body Count. Body Count's in the house, Body Count. Body Count's in the house, Body Count. Body Count's in the house, Body Count. Body Count's in the house, Body Count. Body Count's in the house, Body Count. Body Count's in the house, Body Count. Uh! Yeah! Uh! Come on! Yeah! Make some noise! BC, BC BC. Body Count, muthafuckas! Body Count's in the house, Body Count. |
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from Body Count - Body Count (1992)
Out one night, yo, just chillin' out with my crew
We were actin' wild 'cause I didn't have nothin' else better to do. Got a nine at my waist stay out my fuckin' face. You fuck with me right here'll be your resting place. Some ol' sucka, yo, he tried to put a move on me I shot him in the face, murder, in the first degree. Now I'm sweatin', regrettin', that's not for me they got me locked in the fuckin' penitentiary. Bowels of the devil, let me tell you what the muthafucka eats, its stomach's filled with lost souls guts made out of steel and concrete. Bowels of the devil, listen close, 'cause I've been there before and you don't wanna die there, they call it goin' out the back door, the back door, the back door, the back door. Walked in the club all the ho's gave me the sex look they like a nigga like me 'cause I'm a known crook, and my posse's down, we don't mess around, you fuck with us, you'll be six feet underground. That night they got me locked in a row called death the governor, that muthafucka wants my last breath. That's right, homeboy wanted to pull a switch on me up here in this fuckin' penitentiary. Bowels of the devil, let me tell you what the sucka eats, its stomach's filled with my homeboys guts made out of steel and concrete. Bowels of the devil, listen close, 'cause I've been there before and you don't wanna die there, they call it goin' out the back door, the back door, the back door, the back door. Yeah! Bowels of the devil, let me tell you what the muthafucka eats, its stomach's filled with my homeboys guts made out of steel and concrete. Bowels of the devil, listen close, 'cause I've been there before and you don't wanna die there, they call it goin' out the back door, the bowels of the devil, let me tell you what that sucka eats, its stomach's filled with lost souls guts made out of steel and concrete. Bowels of the devil, listen close, 'cause I've been there before and you don't wanna die there, they call it goin' out the back door, the back door, the back door, the back door. |
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from Body Count - Body Count (1992)
Evil dick
Evil, dick, evil, dick. Evil, dick, evil, dick. Evil dick likes warm, wet places, evil dick don't care about faces. Evil dick likes, young, tiny, small spaces, evil dick leaves little gooey telltale traces. Evil dick. Evil, dick, evil, dick. Evil, dick, evil, dick. Late at night evil dick he comes to me he says, "Don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone." Late at night evil dick he wakes me up he says, "Don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone, don't sleep aloooooooooone." Evil, dick, evil, dick. Evil, dick, evil, dick. I had this girl she said she loved me, thought there was no one ever above me, she wanted to marry and have my child, but evil dick he had to get buck wild. Took me out one night out with the freaks if ever there was pussy, evil dick would seek. My girl caught me skeezin' she said I wasn't shit! I said, "It wasn't me, baby. it was the muthafucka evil dick!" Late at night evil dick he comes to me he says, "Don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone." Late at night evil dick he wakes me up he says, "Don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone, don't sleep aloooooooooone." Evil, dick, evil, dick. Evil, dick, evil, dick. And when evil dick has its way, it sounds a little like this. AH, AH, AH, AH, OH, OH, OH, OH COME HERE BABY, COME HERE BABY, AH, AH, AH, AH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, OH SHIT, OH, OH OH, OH... DAMN DICK! Evil, dick, evil, dick. Evil, dick, evil, dick. Late at night evil dick he comes to me he says, "Don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone." Late at night evil dick he wakes me up he says, "Don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone, don't sleep aloooooooooone." |
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No, no, no, Mommaaaaa...
All my life I loved this girl so much, all my life I loved her simple touch. She cared for me and put me on this earth, oh the pain of just a simple birth. But now I find that she has left me dumb and blind, poisoned, twisted, and destroyed my mind. She taught me things that simply were not true she taught me hate for race that's why I hate you! There's only one way I can make it right, momma's gotta die tonight. There's only one way I can make it right, momma's gotta die tonight. Momma, momma, I always loved my momma, I always loved my momma. I loved the say she hold me, I love the way she talked to me. She used to teach me a lot of things, she taught me good things, she taught me bad things. "Don't trust white people, don't trust white people. Don't trust white people, they're no good, they're no good, they're no good, they're no good. They're just gonna rip you off, they're just gonna rip you off. Don't trust 'em, don't trust 'em." I said, "Why momma?", she said, "I told you don't trust 'em they're no good." I said, "Momma, I thought we were all the same momma, why momma?" She said, "Don't ask me any questions. Don't you challenge your mutha." Momma. So one day I found I fell in love and I brought my girlfriend home and I introduced her to my mutha and she smacked me, was a white girl and I said, "Why momma? Why momma? What did I do wrong?" You know, I found out my mutha was a evil woman. She hated Puerto Ricans, Mexicans, Jamaicans, Indians, Orientals, momma was no good. I learned to hate my mutha, hate my mutha. So I got some, ha ha, some lighter fluid, from the corner store and I put it around her bed, and I set her on fire! Ha, ha, ha. Burn momma, burn momma, burn momma, burn bitch burn, burn, burrrrrn. Ha, ha, ha. Burn you racist bitch! Ha, ha, ha. But she wasn't quite dead. She jumped up from the bed and I grabbed my Louisville Slugger that she had bought me for my twelfth birthday and I came up behind her and I hit her, I hit her, I hit her twice. Ha, ha, ha. Now she was out. I went into the kitchen and I got that handy carving knife that we only use on special occasions like bullshit Thanksgiving, and I took her and I laid her ol' fucked up corpse on the floor and I cut her in little bitty pieces. Cut off her arms, her feet, her neck, and I put her into little green hefty bags and I put it into my car and I said, "Momma, we're goin' on a vacation, a permanent vacation bitch." I took some of her around the world to Arizona, New York, Chicago, Atlanta, Miami, Oakland. Ha, ha, ha, yo, you wanna go to Connecticut, bitch. Ohio, Detroit, Texas, L.A. Whose laughin' now momma, whose laughin' now bitch, whose laughin' now. Ha, ha, ha, ha. So if you got a mutha or a grandmutha or a father who wants to carry on the same racist bullshit that's fucked this world up from day one, you can either look 'em in the face and tell 'em to suck your dick or do like Body Count does. All my life I loved this girl so much, all my life I loved her simple touch. She cared for me and put me on this earth oh the pain of just a simple birth. Right now I find that she has left me dumb and blind poisoned, twisted, and destroyed my mind. She taught me things that simply were not true she taught me hate for race that's why I hate you! There's only one way I can make it right, momma's gotta die tonight. There's only one way I can make it right, momma's gotta die tonight. |
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This weekend,
seventeen youths killed in gang homicides. Now sports. |
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On Oprah today, we discuss male promiscuity.
Why men are constantly in the search for sex, and new sexual partners. |
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from Body Count - Body Count (1992)
Yo Moose, stop the car right here.
Alright, give it here, give it here. No man let me do it, cool ice. Stay in the car man, stay in the car. Stay in the car. Uh, hi officers, um, we had a flat tire back there. Do you think you guys could help us out? "Naw, that's not my job. My job's not to help your fuckin' ass out." I mean, um, you know I don't have any other way to get home. "That's not my job, asshole." Well uh, could you tell me what your job is? "Right now my job is eatin' these doughnuts, or maybe... hey, wait a minute. Aren't you--" Yup |
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The problem isn't the lyrics on the records.
It's the fear of the white kids liking a black artist. But the real problem is the fear of the white girl falling in love with the black man. |
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from Body Count - Body Count (1992)
My friend's addicted to cocaine
Smokes day and night Drives mom and pop insane. Living his life in the dark light Every dollar he gets goes into the pipe. He wants to borrow some money from me Do you think I'm blind Don't know the score Can't see? You wanna get high as the sky (you're kissin' your life goodbye) you're kissin' your life goodbye (you think it's a game) you think it's a game that you play (but the winners lose) but the winners lose it all someday. Ya don't know who you are Are you losin' your mind? Things get a little tight he committed a crime. Give me your money or give me your life! You better empty your pockets because ya, Ya don't live twice. You wanna get high as the sky (you're kissin' your life goodbye) you're kissin' your life goodbye (you think it's a game) you think it's a game that you play (but the winners lose) but the winners lose it all someday. He took the money to the dope man And he said he had the best Next thing ya knew, cardiac arrest! It was a rollercoaster, he couldn't get off Next thing I knew my friends' life was lost. nooooooooo. You think it's a game, you think it's a game, You think it's a game, you think it's a game, You think it's a game, you think it's a game, You think it's a game, you think it's a game, You think it's a game, you think it's a game, You think it's a game, you think it's a game, You think it's a game, you think it's a game, You think it's a game, you think it's a game, You think it's a game, you think it's a game, You think it's a game, you think it's a game, You think it's a game, you think it's a game, You think it's a game, you think it's a game, You wanna get high as the sky (you're kissin' your life goodbye) you're kissin' your life goodbye (you think it's a game) you think it's a game that you play (but the winners lose) but the winners lose it all someday. You wanna get high as the sky (you're kissin' your life goodbye) you're kissin' your life goodbye (you think it's a game) you think it's a game that you play (but the winners lose) but the winners lose it all someday. You wanna get high as the sky (you're kissin' your life goodbye) you're kissin' your life goodbye (you think it's a game) you think it's a game that you play (but the winners lose) but the winners lose it all someday. You wanna get high as the sky. |
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from Body Count - Body Count (1992)
There goes the neighborhood.
Here come them fuckin' niggas with their fancy cars. Who gave them fuckin' niggas those rock guitars? Who let 'em in the club? Did you make 'em pay? Who let 'em on the stage? Whose lettin' 'em play? Don't they know rock's just for whites don't they know the rules? Those niggers are too hard core this shit ain't cool. Those blacks want everything in the fuckin' world That nigga plays so good he took my muthafuckin' girl there goes the neighborhood. There goes the neighborhoooooood, There goes the neighborhood, There goes the neighborhood There goes the neighborhood. Da, Da, Da, Da, Da We're here, We ain't goin' nowhere. We're movin' right next door to you, Body Count, muthafucka. And those of you that don't like it can suck, my muthafuckin' dick, ha, ha, ha, ha. There goes the neighborhood! Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha There goes the neighborhood! Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha There goes the neightborhoooooood! There goes the neighborhood! Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha There goes the neighborhood! Here come them fuckin' niggas with their fancy cars. Who gave them fuckin' niggas those rock guitars? Who let 'em in the club? Did you make 'em pay? Who let 'em on the stage? Whose lettin' 'em play? Don't they know rock's just for whites Don't they know the rules? Those niggas are too hard core this shit ain't cool. Those blacks want everything in the fuckin' world. That nigga plays so good, he took my muthafuckin' girl. There goes the neighborhood There, there, there, there goes the neighborhood. |
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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Way down in New Orleans, yeah. I met this old lady, she said she'd teach me 'bout Voodoo she said she knew about Voodoo (Voodoo) she said she'd teach me 'bout Voodoo she said she knew about Voodoo (Voodoo) She had an old doll, she had a long shiny needle (Voodoo) she held the doll in the air it looked kinda like me she took the needle, stuck it in its eye! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! My eye, bitch! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH! Now I'm still in the room with this crazy bitch, and she still had the doll. She said I'll teach you 'bout Voodoo, (Voodoo) you wanna learn about Voodoo (Voodoo) She said I'll teach you 'bout Voodoo. (Voodoo) she said she knew about Voodoo She held the doll in her hand (Voodoo) she had some long shiny scissors, she said some magic words (Voodoo) the doll looked more and more like me she held the doll in the air (Voodoo) she took the scissors, cut off all its fingers! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! My fingers, bitch! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Voodoo, Voodoo Voodoo, Voodoo So if you're ever down in New Orleans, yeah. You might meet an old lady she might have a doll it might look like you. Don't ask about the Voodoo (Voodoo) stay away from Voodoo (Voodoo) leave alone the Voodoo, (Voodoo) muthafuck the Voodoo. |
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from 2Pac 2집 - Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z... (1993)
(Man)Got any last wordz?
(Ice T)Yeah, yeah I got some last wordz Once again it's on Ice cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house the nigga you love to hate Ice cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house the nigga you love to hate Ice cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house the nigga you love to hate Ice cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house the nigga you love to hate (ICE CUBE) Yo, here comes the nigga with the ruff, terror the para-noid, gots to get the boy Get your steel cuz I feel like a headbanger Yah, I got a gang of shits, styles guns my uzi wieghts a mutha-fuckin' ton bucking down one, bucking down two, bucking down your crew, mutha fuck you Pigs wear blue I wear black, nothing but black Cause god damn its a brand new payback Fuck Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a nigga on tha trigga the zigga the zag the nickel the bag the nigga the sag the forty four mag. got you runnin' like a fag So, keep your mutha-fuckin' jokes Cuz, I'm that nigga with a fresh pair of locs No yokes but smokes Crakers and them dirty mackers friends aren't jackers get yah for your drawers, young niggas out to kill for the cars Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house (Ice T) O to the mutha fuckin G I break crazy a lot of niggas hate me but they can't fade me Stop me clock me cops wanna glock me mutha fuck mutha fuck pigs can't stop me Uhh, am I a G, I got proof Banged in my youth, keep niggas on the roof with a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope Tupac string a nigga up Hit the mob dope So whats up Punk You want what I got step to me wrong fuck around and get shot Your moms crying fuck her bust her Bitch start screaming to me and I'll dust her Pops got the LP phat, track on hit Laid by the mutha fuckin' Bobcat Ninety three suckas want me to go out Throw the hoe out, bitch mutha fucker I'm rich Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house Got any last wordz (Tupac) Now they're after me, why? cuz a niggas black Sit back Ain't afraid to pull a triggar back Let 'em come step to a real mutha-fucker (Boom, Boom) Mama ain't raised no suckers Dan Quayle, don't you know you need to get your ass kicked Where was you when there was niggas in the caskets? Mutha-fucker rednecks all the same Feel a real nigga if he ain't balled and chained That's why we burn shit and wreck Cause the punk police ain't learned shit yet You mutha-fuckas gonna pay the price Can't make a Black life, don't take a Black life It's on, the next real nigga fall dead Dred, jheri curl, process, or bald head Be prepared for the smoke to bust What niggas need to do is start loc'in up United we stand divided we fall They can shoot one nigga But they can't take us alll Let's get along with the Mexicans And we can all have peace on the sets again Imagine that if it took place (ha ha ha) Keeping the smile off their white fakes I ain't racist but lets trade places Trace the hate 'n face it One nigga teach two niggas three teach four niggas And them niggas teach more niggas And when we blast That'll be the biggest blast you've heard And them is my last wordz |
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from Body Count - Born Dead (1994)
Bodycount
Body muthafuckin' count |
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from Body Count - Born Dead (1994)
1994 BC still in the house They did
Everything they could do to take us out But like any good monster that just made us stronger You see, they don't like us and they don't like you, The BC fan, 'Cause they know we stand for three things Truth, justice and fuck the american way That word justice got me fucked up though Twenty cops in the street, two go to jail Thousands of people died in wars Overseas and it's justice ? You think they give a fuck about us ? You're a fool Born yellow, Born brown, Born red, Born black, Born dead Dead Born dead Born asian, Born jewish, Born latino, Born poor, Born dead Dead Born dead But you don't hear me though Dead New York , Atlanta, Chicago, Oakland, Miami, Detroit Every day I gotta get out my muthafuckin' bed, Put on my muthafuckin' gun, Down in my muthafuckin' gun, Down in my muthafuckin' pants, 'cause Muthafucka's out here is trippin' How the fuck you gonna get up every morning Tryin' to worry about if you gonna make it to the next evening Do you understand ? Sometimes we take for granted The little things like food, like freedom Born in somalia, Born in south america, Born in south africa, Born in south central, Born dead Dead Born dead |
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from Body Count - Born Dead (1994)
You killed my fuckin' brotha
Payback muthafucka 1 - 8 - 7 Nigga Watch me pull this fuckin' trigga Revenge Drive-by |
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from Body Count - Born Dead (1994)
Hey Joe,
Where you goin' with that gun in your hand ? Hey Joe, Where you goin' with that gun in your hand ? Goin' down to shot my old lady You know I caught her mess around with another man, Goin' down to shot my old lady You know I caught her mess around with another man, That ain't too good Hey Joe, Heard you shot your woman down, Hey Joe, Heard you shot your lady down, Yes I did, I shot her You know, I caught that girl mess around town Yes I did, I shot her You know, I caught that girl mess around town I took out my gun, Then I shot her I shot her Hey Joe, Where you gonna run to now? Hey Joe, Where you gonna run to now? Where you gonna go? Goin' way down south, Way down to mexico way Goin' way down south, Way down where I can be free, Ain't no hangman gonna, Get a rope around me, Ain't no hangman gonna, Get a rope around me |
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from Body Count - Born Dead (1994)
Oooooohhh am I dreamin' ?
Oooooohhh am I dreamin' ? Am I alone ? Oooooohhh am I dreamin' ? Am I alone ? Yeah I like to wait 'til late nite, 'til you Muthafuckas sleep I crawl in through your window and I Muthafuckin' creep I catch you little punk ass kids asleep in your beds, And I take out my knife and I cut off your Muthafuckin' heads I want your last breath I want your last breath Chorus You're not dreamin' You're not alone Oh I want your last breath, your Last breath, your last breath I want your last breath So you go downstairs to see if everything is alright You're afraid you're alone and it's late on a rainy night Are you asleep or awake you don't know As you turn around, And my rusty blade cuts you open and you hit the ground I want your last breath I want your last breath Chorus You're no dreamin' |
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from Body Count - Born Dead (1994)
1994 BC Rise
Chorus: Masters of revenge Masters of payback Inciters of chaos Messengers of rage All we wanna do to you Is what you did to us All we wanna take from you Is what you stole from us Chorus Bodycount You can't kill us We're already dead You can't kill us We're already dead You can't kill the truth You're already dead Chorus Bodycount You took my past I want your future You took your future You took my parents We want your children Chorus Boducount There can never be justice On stolen land There's nowhere to run You can't excape fate Chorus Bodycount Payback muthafuckas |
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from Body Count - Born Dead (1994)
Necessary evil
Look outside my window, I still see a fucked up world Waking up to helicopter and car alarams, Does this happen where you live? Gunshots sound in my my mind I don't flinch anymore When i see niggas in my hood, They're holdin' their dicks tight Yo, fuck my landlord I'm a step away from clearing this shotgun To erase the problem Does this happen where you live? Just had steak and lobster last night Now i gotta rob a liquor store But it seems so normal Because it's necessary evil Chorus Car hit my dog, babies die, raped in a Stairwell, cop killed a little girl, Armed robbery, shooter of a drive-by, Smokin' cain, sellin' joints in jr High Head from a minor, sex with animals, Butthole surfers, a fucked up rehearsal, Lost pawn ticket, wrecked my father's car Can't pay my school loan, major jack move, Holy underwear Stuck in the pen, forced in a gang, plain Wrapped food, Fucked up presidents, sleepin' through trash day Hit a police car, gettin' laid off, gotta pay Taxes, gridlock traffic, Jealous muthafuckas, bitch tried to do me, Hit and run, I got a fat bitch pregnant Necessary evil Little white kid with a kool-aid smile Training wheels on his bike thought the Called me a nigga Pushed that little bastard in traffic so graphic, He was holdin' his bike tight He was a victim of fucked up explaining An american example of fucked training When the fuckin' bus connected, he flew like knievel I was just necessary evil Chorus Necessary evil |
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Chorus:
You give me for honor (graves) Where your soldeirs lay (graves) They're so far away (graves) The home of the brave (graves) I won't die in your bullshit wars no more I won't fight to my death for you I won't watch my poor mama cry no more Muthafuck your red, white and blue Chorus Thousands of men go to war to fight for Politics which they don't understand Murder people who they never met When they make it home they're Considered a vet Fire drops from the sky as the young boys die Far from home, all alone, it's a sin All you get in return in a shit shallow grave Cause in war there's no way you can win Mia, yeah right, you think they give a fuck, You're just pawns in the game off the board Brainwashed to the point where you kill at The drop of a dime But it's not called a crime Vietnam, persian gulf, did we win ? Did we lose ? Thousands die, human beings you choose Once in you're owned by the man, Uncle sam is his name, you're his slave, Shallow graves Chorus You give me for honor |
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from Body Count - Born Dead (1994)
Drugs, liquor, drugs
I love to smoke crack I love to shoot smack I love to fuckin' drink I love my smoke when it stinks I need it in my veins I need it in my brain What has it done to me Street lobotomy Chorus My brain - melted - down Brain - melted - down - lobotomy Need some more dope man Yeah got Any acid dude Got any ludes Chorus Drugs, liquor, drugs? I love to do blow That's the way to go You got some PCP? How 'bout some LSD? I'm havin' lots of fun I might as well use a gun Don't even ask my why Maybe I wanna die Chorus |
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from Body Count - Born Dead (1994)
Yeah Yeah
Murder, death As I search to analyze reality, the true Meaning of life, Out simple existence means nothing God has a gun, the truth, life is a slow noose He's invincible Better watch his knife, There is no escape from the slow kill When it's time to go god serves a death blow, You have no choice, don't even try The only choice is suicide Surviving the game No escape No one's ever escaped Die |
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from Body Count - Born Dead (1994)
You say that I hang out all night, that's okay,
'Cause you drink all muthafuckin' day You come home hit mom, smack mom, beat mom, Raise another brew to your face with you Swollen palm Then you come in my room talkin' crazy shit Sayin' I'm high, I'm on dope and I better quit Muthafucka, if I was high you would die, Hit my mom once more and it's bye-bye Chorus: Who are you tryin' to judge me ? Get the fuck out my face Who put you so above me ? Clear the fuck out my space You say that I want sex all the time That's all that seems to be on my muthafuckin' mind Well that's right I want sex all the time That's all that seems to be on my muthafuckin' mind Well that's right I want sex every minute, Every hour of the day, Of the week, all the muthafuckin' time But hold up who are you tryin' to talk shit, You'll hit your knees suckin' dick with a quickness In the park, dark, car, grass, lickin' nuts, Suckin' butt, With your tongue up my fuckin' ass, Chorus Get the fuck out my face Yeah Chorus You need to stay the fuck out my face Stay the fuck out my got damnned face |
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from Tank Girl (탱크 걸) [ost] (1995)
It's goin' down. Yo the girl got a gun,
best run. Because she's quick to flip and empty out the clip, and make a man understand where she's comin' from. The hardcore's connected to the base of her fate. She just breaks and bring drama to the situation, ejaculation of my projectile, she's buck wild. Better recognize when she comes she comes correct. Collects respect and if not, you catch a broken neck. Buddy look down and your shirts all bloody, looks like she caught you with a bad one for messin with da mad one. Told you bout this girl before, you didn't listen to me. As I talk, now you're stalked by the hunter of the fronter, who's size five and sexy. Quick, they catch your body and another one next week. Huh it doesn't matter cuz the girl stays strapped she says she had enough of men and now she's lookin for payback. And there's no way you can fade her son. She walks softly but she carries a big gun. Chorus: She walks softly but she carries a big gun. She walks softly but she carries a big gun. She walks softly but she carries a big gun. And there's no way that you can fade her son. She walks softly but she carries a big gun. She walks softly but she carries a big gun. She walks softly but she carries a big gun. She walks softly but she carries a big gun. The most venemous feminist, homie, she ain't soft. You give her trouble then she might cut your head off. Or something that you like to think's the best: she'll blow big holes in your chest. She says she gotta cuz she says a lotta ladies won't She says she gotta cuz she says a lotta ladies don't She says she gotta cuz she says a lotta ladies can't She says she gotta cuz she knows a lotta ladies romance the thoughts of giving men their own medicine. Electrocute 'em light 'em up like Con Edison, she got no fear five rings in their ear, holes in their nose, way-out clothes. Living life to the fullest buck shot and bullets. Triggers she'll pull it, Earth she wanna rule it. Maybe she will cuz she's quick to kill. The city lights make her dresses tight, yes she bites. You never know where she'll come from. She walks softly but she carries a big gun (chorus) You got no time to trip or argue, you're through. I'll bet she gets ya. Homeboy you'll catch a stretcher like so many before. She's on a bodycount tour. But not rock, she's puttin sucker punks in cops. You say she's nothin but a woman then you come up shot. You say "Why you wanna kill me?" and she says "why not?" Pop she got a body that'll make you cry. Pop she got a shotty that'll make you die. Don't bring drama to her homie, cuz you'll wind up flat. She'll put your ass horizontal then she'll peel your cap. She got no lovin', love is something that she never had. She loved her mother but she hate her motherfucking dad. So stay the hell out her way, cuz the girl don't play, NONE. She walks softly but she carries a big gun. She walks softly but she carries a big gun. (x3) So don't even try to play her, son. She walks softly but she carries a big gun. (x3) So don't even try to front, son. She walks softly but she carries a big gun. (until fade-out) |
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