7th Deadly Sin (Intro)" (feat. Jay-Z)
Seven deadly sins [repeated several times - Morgan Freeman]
[Jay-Z] Yeah yeah yo Ice what's up? Just chilling ya heard? It's the god. Know what I mean? Heard you preparing to drop this 7th deadly sin Know what I mean? Just showing, you know, love, you know what I mean? One player to another, you know coastal How we do you know? Connect Hit me up, give me a call. You know how we do? Peace out Roc-A-Fella Style, Peace
[Ice-T] Motherfuckers said I'd never survive, here I am Check your sound scan virally grand out the box Bitches and glocks, hoes got rocks on my table Fuck your cable, you better Ice that shit Fuck you income you better twice that shit You couldn't see me if you stood right in front of a pimp You niggas make a million dollar but still manage to sink I can stop for 10 years and still be 5 years in front of ya What do ya want? Mad bitched to flaunt And mad wealth, but you fuckin hoes yourself If you caught one its like a lesbian connect You and a bitch all pussy no dick Since '86 I been bustin off clips Mashin mad whips, bendin hot chicks Westside them niggas that ride for this shit Fly to New York City, crack a Brooklyn bitch You see me in a tunnel with my niggas on hit Light skinned nigga in the full ink mink Fuckin off chump change on bitches and drinks
(Yo Ice you fuck that bitch?)
Nigga what do you think? I aint fuckin these hoes cause these bitches aint payin Pimpin to me, that aint no bullshit sayin Every song I hear today's about straight trickin Mother fuck a bitch, hoe get your heels kickin And all you niggas out there that don't like me Fuck you! Fuck what you're goin through, fuck your hood And all my real motherfuckers know it's all in the good A nigga came up like a real pimp should I feel you players out there givin me love And all my dead homies watchin me from above And all you down bitches recognize in the heat Step to a pimp when you see me on the street Let a nigga know that you down to hoe Represent the Ice and collect the dough This aint nothing new aint no mother fuckin façade I've bee rockin shit for over 10 years god You haters paralyze when a real baler comes around Nigga give it up and put you fuckin head down Cause you don't wanna talk to about how much dope you sold You don't wanna talk 'bout how hard you claim your role You don't really look me in the eyes sucker (Know why?) Cause game knows game And I don't know you buster You got a deal with you own reflection in the mirror So what you did a bid You still a bitch kid And not too many niggas gonna do what I did Come off the streets, make raps about the lifestyle Real for my niggas from the ghetto to the penile Say what you will I moved to the hills The seventh deadly is envy Nigga fuck how you feel!
Don't Hate The Playa"
[Intro: Too $hort] Yeah man we just sittin' back, chillin' Bunch of players listenin' to the seventh deadly sin Short dawg is doin' his thing with my nigga Ice-T Don't fake the funk
[Ice-T] Ice-T baby, this goes out to all you haters out there Actin' like a brother done did somethin' wrong cause he got his game tight Don't hate the player, hate the game
[Chorus: Ice-T] Don't hate the player, hate the game Niggas, sharpen your aim Every baller on the streets is searchin' fortune and fame Some come up, some get done up, except the twist If you out for mega cheddar, you got to go high risk
[Ice-T] Sometimes I get illy, cock back the nine-milli I choose not to bust, smack your punk-ass silly Just bought a crib, it cost two-point-five milli Swimming pool in my livin' room, I guess I'ma willy I don't get high, so I don't split the phillies Niggas say they gonna kill me and I say: "Oh really?" Hit my Kawazakie I pull off on a willy This is straight-lace pimpin', I know you hoes feel me I come through - make your whole club petrol You might as well let go, I blast, make the whole cub echo You don't really wannna test an L.A. vet though Most of my crews' on Death Row - the REAL!! Quick with the trigger, nice with the steel Step into the kill zone caps get peeled You WHACK!! you lookin' for a record deal Bow down, on second thought punk bitch kneel
[Chorus: Ice-T] Don't hate the player, hate the game Niggas, sharpen your aim Every baller on the streets is searchin' fortune and fame Some come up, some get done up, except the twist If you out for mega cheddar, you got to go high risk Don't hate the player, hate the game Niggas, sharpen your aim Every baller on the streets is searchin' fortune and fame Some come up, some get done up, except the twist If you out for mega cheddar, you got to go high risk
[Ice-T] Don't hate, cause my game's much, tighter than yours My girls, finer than yours My jewels shine, brighter than yours You look me dead in my face then you act like you don't see me You wanna be me, you hate my motherfuckin' guts Lickin' nuts - what's the deal? It's a level playin' field, my games' against yours, hustlin' wars Roll the dice, risk your motherfuckin' life Bank rolls and low hoes, anything goes Ridin' rolls in a week, clap a nigga who speaks I'm suceedin', in tryin' to keep from bleedin' in the lane Crystal Meth, F.C.C., and Crack, Cocaine Got a nigga tryin' to figure out the best route I got cops in my rear view too, but I'll shoot Every bitch I meet is fuckin' up to somethin' Take a nigga to the crib lay him down and start dumpin' Gat pumpin', they'll kill your ass for a G Hate the game motherfucker don't hate me
[Chorus: Ice-T] Don't hate the player, hate the game Niggas, sharpen your aim Every baller on the streets is searchin' fortune and fame Some come up, some get done up, except the twist If you out for mega cheddar, you got to go high risk
[Ice-T] Yo, my name will sell better than rap like the ?Acropalis? Suckers might as well step back, there ain't no stoppin' this Whack magazines who tried and tried to toppen this I still got more Lexus' and gators on my shoppin' list Make a fist, take your best shot, bet you drop it kid Hit more licks than you and never caught a bid Make the whole world go crazy, they said about the pig Bald-headed hoes step back, bitch go and cop a wig When I do a show, best believe it drop Every night I got my straps, best believe they cocked Some bitch talks crazy, then that bitch gets socked If a man steps up, then he too gets dropped Fuck the cops, I'm still foldin' fat knots Catch me on the weekend, floatin' my yacht Say Ice kick some game and I'll teach you a lot Knock your bitch no matter how hard your block
[Chorus: Ice-T] Don't hate the player, hate the game Niggas, sharpen your aim Every baller on the streets is searchin' fortune and fame Some come up, some get done up, except the twist If you out for mega cheddar, you got to go high risk Don't hate the player, hate the game Niggas, sharpen your aim Every baller on the streets is searchin' fortune and fame Some come up, some get done up, except the twist If you out for mega cheddar, you got to go high risk
[Outro: Ice-T] I don't know why a player wanna hate T I didn't choose the game, the game chose me
Check Your Game" (feat. King T)
[Chorus:] It's 99 players check your game Make sure them young boys respect your name Keep your heaters at close reach cocked and ready Cause the streets will catch you slipping, rock ya steady Watch your back with your homies that you feel is real Your homeboys from your crew, yeah them the ones that do you The suckas that got the player hater venom I wanna take 'em outside and lay some slugs up in em
[King T] When they need work They call the cali drug expert Smashing in a six hundred dollar bill burnt Looking flossy living costly Off the edge, out of state They gots to break bread, for sho I needs mo' ice drops for the lexo Briggetts sets blow when I'm sipping the mo' Freelancing, trying to build a mansion And stay faded Have hoes walk around my crib butt naked...
[Ice-T] True, pop the remy kick back and let the players represent High floss true boss game and take aim These sucka wannabe's Nigga please - you're green I'll bend hoes on the downlow - banks obscene Wanna chill with these niggas, bet you wish you could And suck game out my ass like sponges I run this You can't fuck with the steelo You niggas wanna be low When I'm on the east I play ceelo Cash flow One track mind serial hustler Quick to break a buster ya snitch bitch? I'll dust ya Bentley ballin' bastard No hustler faster Game maker I knock a white bitch and break her
[King T] But Ice, Chronic got me bruising my brain But soothing my pain, I'm true to the game I got my mind made I gotta be that rich motherfucker Set it up so my grandkids don't suffer The phat hummer The phat drummer - what's your choice? Trying to find a sister with a voice Make her moist I'm throwing up the W Bringing trouble to Those in sight King T and Big Ice
[Chorus:]
[Ice-T] But T that's trippin' and that ain't my sport I'd rather lamp in my crib and flip the Robb report And set my v-dozen on the streets Bump my beats Cause when I'm twisting my dubs Can't nobody compete Imagine this: A hundred G 'lex on your wrist Imagine this: About ten karrots on your fist Imagine this: All dime hoes on your list Ha - that shit would be nice But your name ain't "Ice" - kid... I'll screw the silencer on - rock you softly How you gonna step to me kid? You grew up off me TV, Movies, and Records and Tours So many busters wearing Versace I don't wear it no more...
[King T] But this will be a classic Many facets to get that ass kicked The alchoholic Don, call me King Tragic Watch me speak the magic Watch me teach that old habit - full of havoc And Ice'll tweak the mix when it statics People pay Just to have me stay And say a verse I'll freak a couple words unrehearsed Then I burst I mean I bust From all angles Guarunteed platium on your single
[Ice-T] Yo T, I really must admit I'm blessed Master V does some other shit TV's in the head rests Never wear no vests because I got mad love I catch respect when other niggas catch slugs 1, 2 I bust shit to load guns to Beats for the hoodlums Somebody's gotta do'em Fed's screw 'em Faggot's got my whole crib bugged Mad tapps on the phone cause I deal with the thugs Drugs? never No, the Ice is too clever I'm overseas Checkin G's Nigga please Ballin' since the 70's - yeah baby Blew up in the 80's Now you niggas hate me You can't see me motherfucker your focus is off You can't be me motherfucker, you're broke and you're soft Too many niggas try to pert my lifestyle - romancing I was kickin game while them kids was breakdancing Overlord - so why the wack niggas ain't dead? Probably because my aim is over nigga's heads/ East coast - west coast, I play the whole map and bounce/ They got a benz but live in their mom's house...
[Chorus]
[King T] To all my G's rock on get your ride on - when you hear it The forbidden Gangland lyric Player Haters fear it Get you right up close near it Possessed by the Eazy-E spirit Ice-T set the limit And niggas won't cross this line suicide - and niggas won't cross this nine in your mouth puffin' with my niggas down south what the fuck this really all about? man.. I'm coming out front and back, 98 brougham All you fake G's stay home Leave that shit alone King Tee's back on the throne And that nigga on the mic - straight gone Cra-zy, y'all niggas wanna know the real deal? I'll freestyle and smack you in your grill Bomb lyrics, no special effects or gimmicks The Syndicate will put you in the mix - biatch...
Get Your Moneyman"
[Erick Sermon] Yo whassup, this the E-Double, Green-Eyed-Bandit youknowhatI'msayin'? EPMD, Seven Deadly Sins
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman (yeah) Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman (Ice-T baby) Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman
[Chorus: Ice-T] Rock your hammers back cussers that's the way that we ball Rims so fat, looks will digitise it all Get your moneyman lock your blocks, cock your glocks Really doe - bust until your barrels glow [gunshot]
[Ice-T] Nigga tryin', then got tied up buttnaked Fuckin' with the master of this, jacker of this Squeezin' off until I fuckin' sprain my wrist Slap the clip into Armageddon and start wettin' Grit my teeth, bring it like the Persian Gulf Airstrike you, burn you with the mic to might you Thinkin' about takin' me out - huh you're funny More guns and more money, think about it You're dead I'm livin You're fuckin' with the unforgiven - nigga what? West Side's up - L.A., nigga bounce all day Look in my eyes, what you see ain't no bitch or pimp Nigga from the Central and I'm gonna stay rich Nightmares of bein' broke keep me flowin' like this Weak niggas - you're sure to get lost in the bliss This is for the niggas, quick to slaughter Resumes held by the D.A.'s, the ballers
[Chorus: Ice-T] Rock your hammers back cussers that's the way that we ball Rims so fat, looks will digitise it all Get your moneyman lock your blocks, cock your glocks Really doe - bust until your barrels glow [gunshot] Rock your hammers back cussers that's the way that we ball Rims so fat, looks will digitise it all Get your moneyman lock your blocks, cock your glocks Really doe - bust until your barrels glow [gunshot]
[Ice-T] To all my niggas on the East and West that rock vests Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman To all the killers that's real, quick to flex the steel Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman To my hard-hustlin' girls all around the world for ice Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman It's ninety-eight, it's never too late playa Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman
[Ice-T] Many casualties caught in the cross-fire mix while whole crews flash they fo-fo's in the flicks Magazine after magazine gets stomped in the street Late night, auto, maga-static Hit the next turn, hang 'em out and cause havoc Your cash, your block, I gotta have it Nigga normally toss it up and live lavish My traps well lured, I go hardboard It gets loud, known for bustin' off in crowds Word 'em up, hurt 'em up, move out, blow the spot Round two, rounds flew [shots] in the parkin' lot Niggas rallied up to see who got shot Wait down G, my whole crew surrounds me We outty, niggas known to sit the stompede and get rowdy L.A. - niggas know my flow They see me on the shore, when I'm rippin' my rows
[Chorus: Ice-T] Rock your hammers back cussers that's the way that we ball Rims so fat, looks will digitise it all Get your moneyman lock your blocks, cock your glocks Really doe - bust until your barrels glow [gunshot] Rock your hammers back cussers that's the way that we ball Rims so fat, looks will digitise it all Get your moneyman lock your blocks, cock your glocks Really doe - bust off until your barrels glow [gunshot]
[Ice-T] To all my niggas on the East and West that rock vests Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman To all the killers that's real, quick to flex the steel Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman To my hard-hustlin' girls all around the world for ice Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman It's ninety-eight, it's never too late players Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman...
NY, NY"
The seventh baby...
[Chorus:] I represent from LA All the way to (NY NY) And when I get down I get down here in LA All the way to (NY NY) And when I parley I parley here in LA All the way to (NY NY)
Touched the Iceberg baby I'll send you under like the Titanic Gun fight romantic Gigantic on the pages Of the hustler trade World reknown for my realness Only the real will feel this Stainless steel is The straps that I'm copulating Touch'em a lady (?) Blow your hand off African stand-off The general Ice the hardest mineral Feel me, a gem correct One thing that I got you'll never get's respect I stick the pits on ya I represent California Home of the shooters The looters The drug movers Girl barracuda Set you up for the kill Where you're really not ballin unless you got 10 mill I shine so bright I blind ya Cross my crew, we'll find ya It's a motherfuckin shame My dominance to this game I live for gun smoke aroma Mack yo' bitch into a coma Two hoes like Noah of every type Bitches I kick to curbs, you would make your wife Twice hit by the gun spit, kid still breathing While half you busters in this damn game are still teething Believe it if you say it enough that you'll be it You never lived none of your raps, or even seen it I mean it, every word a brother say Everyday a brother play, kid I politic and parley The fact is I practice Camoflauge to this R & B androgynous Get the most play So I get fly Do a movie - quadruple my cash You just went double platinum Let's see if you last Every word that I say is documented and repeated The truth is, I dropped the raw game, boy believe it I've succeeded, in turning dirty dough legal Bounced to the Bentley from the prime-it-up Regal Like Biggie says, It's unbelieveable My street pull You even play like step in my way You'll meet my people
[Chorus]
I've been round the world ballin, did it all, what's next? While most of y'all busters on your first rolex Been deep in the life kid, since 76 Touched the water, the crack game, the jewelry licks Fix yourself if you're broke fool, that ain't my fault The game must be taught and comprehended, then implemented Moves done illegally, carried out strategically Or else incarceration is felt, the hand is dealt You lose it's frightening Hit with 10 indictments Kiss your baby and your wife You're riding kites for life Alot of y'all won't feel me, but some of y'all do I'll move at least a half a mill of this before I'm through That ain't the most, but I've done this longer than you Plus it ain't my only gig, I'm still connected With the boys that can flip a thou to a ticket Wicked My stature when you're in my rapture Meet me on the street? I'm the nicest brother you meet Confusing sometimes, the way I bust a rough rhyme You might think I'm lying, cool I like that I smile in your face, squeeze off the case, rock the glock back In your stomach, then I'll smile again Don't want to be your enemy, I'd rather be your friend Only the real win in the game, but what's the prize? Every man goes through mad drama, and every man dies Look in my eyes, touch my soul, I ain't like you The evil I've done, I've got lots of retribution to do That's an impossible task, 'cause every night the gats blast So I look to the sky and ask I've been blessed by God to rock this mic hard, so I do it You got a problem, work through it I love New York night, bright lights and action I love bailin with my Bronx niggas, party crashin I love switch hittin with my niggas on the shaw You might see me in New Orleans at Mardi Gras Or Miami at the Lex, in the Oaktown live Or in Chi-town at the Players Ball, true P.I. Pimp or Die, Ice baby, it's a well known fact That true players play the whole map.
And we play all the way to (NY NY)
[Chorus]
Valuable Game"
[Intro: Ice-T] This song is dedicated to my man Tupac Shakur, rest in peace!! Notorious B.I.G., rest in peace!! And all my other homies that have died in the madness called street life Rest in peace!!
[Chorus] I'ma straight up G, let's not pretend Dedicated to, all of my friends On the East and the West Coast Gotta let this drama go
[Ice-T] Nineteen eighty six, deep in the mix me and my team out for cream and jewel-liks the faster, the better, blood, leather, the baby sledge Case hitters - me, I'm the point man Give less than a damn about anything, just let my hammer swing Come up, give me my cut - what? Girls don't mean nothin' to me, don't push the button on me Out for the twist, ya nastically nasty G Basically makin' me anti-social individual, too hype Recognize the type? Then a music called hip-hop came along and saved my life I had a story to tell about my knowledge of hell $2.50 for a book, listen and look, now let's do some Math A gun and a hand, plus an angry man, minus love equals and me, the sky's blue and they rags toe-tags and body bags - y'all feel me? Is it too real G? Brothers say drop some heat T Absoultely, everything's goochie since we realized this games' the only one we got left Hip-hop's become the game of death Some of y'all busters out there tryin' to waste up It would've took some of us hustlers all this time to lace up
[Chorus] I'ma straight up G, let's not pretend Dedicated to, all of my friends On the East and the West Coast Gotta let this drama go
[Ice-T] Ok, let me break it down, they got the one strike law You go in, you reach the other two before you know what happen to you - game's over dude On the next page, they got power in effect while you two rednecks waitin' to see which one of us kills the next brother next Think about it too long'll make you sick Believe me the last thing they wanna see is us risin' economically, astronomically it could happen homie - follow me Hip-hop's the black goal - mind and soul refined as we roll, another ghetto story is told I stopped flippin' ki's in eighty three They need a time machine to carcerate me I'm square as a pool table, twice as green, know what I mean? flippin' from heat, the legal green, the hip-hop scene Beef, the only beef I got is the steak I'm tryin' to eat from the players elite East, West, North, South, Moon, Star I'm gonna ball wherever the chips are I hope y'all players listen, ain't out there hatin' and dissin' Y'all know the game is to be sold and not told I should be takin' a collection, this time I'll make an exception I've just been here for the start of this I gotta come from the heart for this
[Chorus] I'ma straight up G, let's not pretend Dedicated to, all of my friends On the East and the West Coast Gotta let this drama go
[Ice-T] Some nights I lay awake tryin' to analyse and anticipate the moves of the fakes Wonder if the cancers' in too deep - can't sleep Tryin' to diagnose the poison that's increased injected into a pure hustle born on city streak Migranes fill my brain as I reach toward the realm of the insane Wishin' and prayin' that another brother gets to live the life that I got to play in Tryin' to represent to the fullest I gotta come hard y'all, no time to pull it Y'all fools think illin' and tearin' up hip-hop is the thing to do G? I'm paid I don't need rap no more fool I make a movie Y'all tryin' to lose me And to y'all suckers with your afrobatic, player hatin' tatics tryin' to jump over the bree and plannin' and hustlin' I've been corporatin' to this music over these years Y'all will fall victim to your own lies and the P.I. will continue to rise, over your eyes kid This games' immaculate, dramas' irrelevant - stay sucker reppellin' Invent, incoporate, parlay, play And I got no reason to lie to you
[Chorus] I'ma straight up G, let's not pretend Dedicated to, all of my friends On the East and the West Coast Gotta let this drama go I'ma straight up G, let's not pretend Dedicated to, all of my friends On the East and the West Coast Gotta let this drama go
Eye Of The Storm" (feat. Buckshot Shorty)
[Intro: KAM] Aiyyo this is Kam representin' Watts in Compton
[Buckshot Shorty] Anything can happen Don't stop, huh, ha, huh, uh, yeah, shit [Buckshot, Ice-T] Buckshot, he be the emcee What, watch your step
[Buckshot Shorty] Can I hear it for Buckshot? (Buckshot) Buck's hot, spell it and yell it but the shit don't stop It be hot, y'all niggas is worthless in the money market I'm buck you ain't worth shit, nigga what? Think about it, shorty what you drivin' stoned by your daddy Oops, you almost had me, geesed up until I saw the truth And one day I see you standin' at a token booth It was on a hot wet night, I think it was a Saturday Right after that party that he lead out down the way Gunshots spread - everyday, all day (fuck!) D.T.'s rushed the party in 2K Buck - The Beef be - fled the scene right before the cops and the Swats came with the triple beam Uh, shit is real you know how we do when the young niggas peel out Don't squeal [undecipherable]
[Ice-T] If you niggas don't know you should know by now Ice got more game than the law allows Straight up - the biggest baller in the industry Went straight from pimpin' hoes on the NBC Do you feel me? I dealed it, ace off the bottom Hoe's got 'em, I'm the one you just can't fade Rolex in the tenth grade, hair was laid Everything I wore to school baby was tailor made Shot dice in the bathroom on my knees I'll roll across the break and break that ass with these Start hittin' jewel-liks, re-investin' in ki's Drop the top on the flo', let you feel the breeze
[Buckshot Shorty] Trees make my eyes bleed I come from an ill breed Thoroughbred born from a strong seed Led by a bunch of individuals (Ali) Uh, criminals to generals - this is like wow! Look at how my brain ay blew you out the frames twist of fate cause you say the same shit now The Local Mobb Grill and let y'all niggas know I'm dead I'm serious, somebody can get killed Wait for the fire drill and when you start to smell the smoke run nigga Buck ain't no joke I'll buck a shot at your zipped up coat Chop the throat like a blow from Judo, nigga you know
[Ice-T] Is it new year God? I'm comin' back mad-hard Movin' harder than a convict with a shack in the yard New Jacks wanna hear me rap beggin' for freestyle skills I've served so many rappers I can make a land field fool You've doubt for a mic dude, the Ice is a jewel Fuck rules , I got more pool than a mule Matter of fact, never comprehend the styles I sin I've been breakin', annihilate fakes and tens See I'm a nigga from the West Side cheered I peel libs What prayin' that you do hill when I all ready did Like your girl gotta admit she was a sexy bitch But I hit it with the Gin so my nuts don't itch (Whta, what, what?)
[Buckshot Shorty] Buck's got ya locked, body drawn like pit bulls We don't give a fuck if we have to pull, click, shit Brooklyn niggas is known to rep-resent Any nigga happened that's why I left Niggas get strep-throats, throats get strepped Get your shit taken then your shit is kept Uh, shit in a step, if not got your back broke Plus ya jaw tapped, snapped your 'Adams Ap' It's just a fact that niggas ain't shit Ain't shit like Egyptians, nigga trippin' Beenie-eyed, never slippin', I'm grippin' the four-twenty Motherfuck the bullshit talk - where the money? Years ago, a friend of me ask me to start up a company Duck Down's the name, rap music is the aim Lyrically I bring the pain and lock the game with no padlock and chain Some said that Buck went bust But when I came out, I left 'em all in the dust Look at your sound scam, original brown man Makin' million everytime I drop a jam
[Ice-T] Nigga duck, DJ drop the cut, huh 250 niggas throw they sets up L.A. style, nigga what? (West Side!!) If you've never seen it before they'll put a knot in your gut Stand up, check your areas your group, your troops These gang killers is real plus they, off the loot Proceedin' to leave a nigga bleedin' They love to fuck up in a frenzy, let fuckin' sharks feed me Bitches start screamin' and stampedin' Thank God it's evening, I didn't leave the burner in the B.M. Where my nigga Buck, nobody seen him Probably in the Eye Of The Storm where the ill perform, perform, perform...
Always Wanted To Be A Ho"
[Intro] This goes out to all you ladies out there. A lot of you won't grow up to be lawyers or doctors, but you have a dream. And I think you should follow your dream.
When you was just a little girl, you used to love nice things Pretty party dresses, candy and rings You was your Momma's little angel, Daddy's little girl They used to fix your hair up in pretty ribbons and curls Your sex drive was much deeper than the rest of the girls You used to freak your boyfriends, take them 'round the world As a teen, you didn't like school that much Your moms drank, your daddy likes to cuddle and touch Too much, so you hit the street looking for love Affection and devotion, met none of the above Met me in the club working your fake id Looked me in the face like a slave set free I said walk into my eyes baby, come with me I can show you things that you dream to see Take you off the street get you something to eat Something nice to wear and a place to sleep My name is Ice, I'm the nicest guy you're ever gonna meet Tell me what you want, I'll make your life complete She said, I always wanted to be a ho I always wanted to be a ho
You just had to find the player that was right for you, Now you met the Ice baby, and your dreams came true
The first thing we're gonna do is buy yourself a new dress Take some pictures, put you in the LA Express Teach you how to walk in some high heeled shoes Let you strut your stuff by the House of Blues Or farther down Sunset where the tricks all cruise "Are you my pimp?" Oh dear God don't say that I'm your manager, your boyfriend, you're agent, your mack Now I'm a do my hair baby, I'll be right back Because we gotta look good when we hits the track Now your real name? "Shirl" Yeah, we gotta change that I think I'll call you Apple, cause your ass is kinda fat How old are you? "16" Well that's just right But you're 18 if anybody asks tonight I'm a teach you how to get this long paper right Catch a trick, suck his dick, break his ass for life Cause I love you, that's all you really need to know I'm 'bout to miss my hair appointment, girl I got to go She said, I always wanted to be a ho I always wanted to be a ho
You just had to find the player that was right for you, Now you met the Ice baby, and your dreams came true
"Now what if I meet a trick that got long cash?" That's when I call the crew with the black ski masks But right now we'll only worry 'bout the basic stroll Hooking up my Cadillac, and upping my gold A hundred for a full hit, 50 for a hand Throw in a blow job, they'll fuck off grands I may even put you where the real johns at Some call the strip club, I call the indoor track They got lap dancers, table dancers, mad back rooms And you can double up your profit if you take them home "I wanna be the best" Well this game's the test G-string bikinis and silicone breasts Suckas break themselves just to sniff your nest And if you get tired, I got crystal meth "I think I'm in love..." Baby doll it's on You were made for me baby, since the day you were born
You just had to find the player that was right for you Now you met the Ice baby, and your dreams came true
[Outro] Yeah baby, we gonna do a lot of beautiful things for each other You know what I'm saying? We gonna get me a new car We gonna get me some better jewelry Some nicer rags, you know what I'm saying? We gonna help each other out, you know what I'm saying? We gonna get me a new pad, you know? Maybe get me a Rolex We gonna do a lot of things for each other, it's gonna be beautiful Me and you I love you baby We gonna put a whole lot of money in my pocket That's what we gonna do. You are so cute in that dress That's right Damn, go on, get your ass out there and do something right quick for a player Yeah I love you, get your fucking ass out there I love you, get the fuck out.. aiite..
Fuck It" (feat. El Sadiq, Powerlord JEL)
[Intro: WC] Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang
[Ice-T] Yeah 'sup with these niggas in the club lookin' at niggas crazy and shit (Word, yeah fuck them body-o's homes) Motherfuckers is faggots (call me nigga?)
[Ice-T] Step back it's the ultimate nigga with the hot shit The last standin' man, smack you with my backhand The veteran-er-the games you claim to be in Let me begin, express it, explain the dilemma
[Chorus: Ice-T] It's either them or us, niggas that bust Niggas who ride, niggas that'll kill for this side Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!
[Ice-T] It's the National Pass Time, it's blast time - club's out Niggas break ill, pop-drunks get the guns out Set the shit off with the full clips Niggas lookin' hard in the club - now whassup bitch? Whassup bitch?!! Pull your weapon if you got it I'da shot it, plus you never live with rockets tried to dodge it, caught you all in the arm pit Easy target, dug you out in the lot kid
[Chorus: Ice-T] It's either them or us, niggas that bust Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!! It's either them or us, niggas that bust Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!
[El Sadiq] Yo, too many bitch-ass-niggas think they got a lot And I'ma dead these wannabe heads with consecutive shots Man, they smile up in you, griller wanna give you a pen Stick it to your crew like glue like they been down Man listen, kill that bull with the fake-ass handshakes You can slide by me with the rest of them damn snakes Flakin' like paper while I'm takin' my life serious You talkin' and playin', your whole antenna's mystevious Claimin' that you got juice with an ultimate ?? But when the brother test you, murder and recieved no types of love You think you got game, with that favour to your brain? FUCK YA NAME!!! Stompin' the rut got yourself to blame I represent Castor - bring it to you live But cool and civilized, despise a nigga's livin' lies No alibi's I see the weakness in your eyes dun You wanna run? Plus ya scared to shoot a gun for fun You bust a couple of slugs off the rooftop My team, come and touch ya somethin', make ya crew drop My nigga ICE, twice as nice El Sadiq free shit but platinum mics
[Chorus: Ice-T] It's either them or us, niggas that bust Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!! It's either them or us, niggas that bust Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!
[Powerlord JEL] You wanna get live? Start scaubblin' with the bald-heads callin' them family, told 'em nothin' but the feds That's the blue and red who be dead when the sunrise come six in the mornin'? I'm maxin' like a wiseguy Know the John Gotti but I'm fuckin' up the body Everytime my poet thug at a party Ya wanna step to T, go through JEL first But remember where you see your homicide show rehearsed Check 'em tag-times like they do with a pencil No more solitary cause we mashin' in a Benzo Next who gettin' hitters talkin' shit cause we bit 'em Seven Deadly Sinner, problem-atic-rhyme-spitter You a quitter - but I'ma bomb steady If I was out of slugs, look out for Machette from ear to ear homes, it's clear, you'll be bleedin' Not me motherfucker lifestyles I've been devin'
[Chorus: Ice-T] It's either them or us, niggas that bust Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!! It's either them or us, niggas that bust Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!
[Outro: Ice-T] Yeah, Ice-T nigga, El sadiq nigga JEL - Rhyme Poetic Mafia nigga You niggas really don't wanna get down Talk a lot of shit but you don't wanna get down Bitch-ass-niggas, hit a nigga dead in his wig FUCK IT!!! Seventh...
CJ Mac Interlude" (feat. CJ Mac)
[CJ Mac] I still sell around the club, grips and bloods and hoodrats, all around me Ain't nobody guards, but ain't nobody tryin' to clown me Hehe, my ass motherfucker try an' test Last six days your whole gay crew, buyin' vests and ass bets Hit it like DeNiro and Pacino gettin' head like I'm Little Nickie Play the "Casino", greedy bitches gettin' blown like Sharon gettin' stoned But this ain't no fuckin' movie, ain't nobody yellin' "cut" and gettin' up Fuck the bullshit, I pull quick and unload Leave a nigga ass - bumpy like a toad and stay trippin', accused of crippin' And ain't the Nine shit that stay flyin' by in six-hundred giant shit Ooh wee, look at me, keep it rollin' and I remember back when my draws were stolen, but valued to keep it ballin' Fuck you and a nigga tryin' to speak Realsome player shit ain't too played out to get deep - motherfucker!!
Retaliation"
[Intro: Ice-T] Every year the same shit happens More fuckin' funerals, dead homies Niggas out here killin' each other I don't know why And when it happens to you just can't turn the other fuckin' cheek Gotta get back for your dead niggas Yeah I'm caught up to
[Ice-T] Sometimes I sit and wonder how many motherfuckers gonna die this summer Gunshots from the hummer Now the sawed-off riot pumps lead across your beds They said: "Mama, less you wouldn't strike back" mack ten, eleven, twelve, hit us and then puts us to hell They started it, there's no way to mend it, we'll end it My crew'll hit the matresses, G.O.D. Father style - all prepared to get buckwild Half my niggas ball, other half ain't got it all They stay up at nights waitin' on a combat call Drinkin' hard liquor, smokin' mad loop and shit So high, sometimes I even gotta load they clips I ain't mad at them though, they dumps the ammo in you, suspend you in here, hell yeah It's the time that the real niggas live for retaliation Move on 'em, show, improve on 'em All you punk bitches just stand back and watch Me, I'm oilin' up the Heckler & Gotch I gots no love, for them busters, who put the work in I can still see my fuckin' boys' body jerkin' I ran over to him, put my hand on his chest Hole like an apple in the side of his neck His eyes glanced up, his body jerked once more There's nothin' else to do but to go to war Slide the hollow-tips in the chrome four-four Roll down the windows, hang the heat out the door Catch all the fuckin' bodies that I can tonight Double-back on your bitch crew, broad daylight
[Chorus: Ice-T] There's no innocence allowed in these ghetto streets Grab your guns, buck 'em off, when ya hit your leak Tell me what would you do if they killed your best friend? Could you keep your cool, would the wounds mend? If I said "peace", I'll be a motherfuckin' liar ("I'm lettin' off until my arms tired" - [cut and scratched]) Retaliation
[Ice-T] Been packin' straps so long I gots some permanent bruise in my leg Better that than dead Now it's time to show you what I'm trained for in this Rally up the wolfpack-attack relentless Make ya understand it was the wrong crew ya fuck with Now it's on bitches, guys are darker than shit You musta not a known when you fuckin' hit that day Or maybe you di, you're dyin' anyway And not just you, some of your family To tell you the truth any fuckin' body we see You might just wanna turn yourself into me To save your hood pain of my crews' treachery You fucked up, we know who you are, where ya live We got your place ran up to a cop on the tick We'll hit your block so hard, you'll swear it was an earthquake Squeeze off the fully-auto, make your whole crib shake I know you're breathin' hard, livin' on your last day Or maybe, you're laughin', thinkin' that you got away I don't give a fuck, I won't sleep Till one of us lays me and my nigga That's the fear of these triggers If ya smart, ya probably make a break out of state We'll just snatch your kid, grab your fuckin' bitch and wait I'll catch ya down South, lay your ass out straight There's no where to run, it's time to meet your make You got one chance, arm your whole damn crew I couldn't stop my fuckin' niggas if I wanted to
[Chorus: Ice-T] There's no innocence allowed in these ghetto streets Grab your guns, buck 'em off, when ya hit your leak Tell me what would you do if they killed your best friend? Could you keep your cool, would the wounds mend? If I said "peace", I'll be a motherfuckin' liar ("I'm lettin' off until my arms tired") Retaliation
("Lettin' off until my arms tired")
Threat Interlude" (feat. Threat)
[Threat] What they screamin' when they shout? Who they fiendin' fo' - Zoo rock the house fo' sure We boom you need some elbow room, that's right Cause I be chokin' the mic, place me under arrest I'm on the hit list baby cause I'm one of the best We on a quest all across the coast to get fresh, yeah, yeah Nigga fly like the air, been up in the game and you can keep the change Tried to smash all the beef, turn the leaf over Cheap Rock-Rolla, can't be seen, bring your football team Bump your Queen plus we want the chips Spank the white man on his ass with the whip The world is fillin' us, killin' us softly, Adolf Khadafi Still real gangsters don't tell what they do, they just do what they got to
Check Your Heart"
[Intro] Yo Ice - We heard what happened man We heard some niggas ran in on you man Yeah yeah, shit was fucked up man, it was real fucked up Don't worry - We know who did it What're you talkin about man? The shit just happened like 3 hours ago Yeah - but we know who did it man... it was your boy What? Naugh man I'm not trying to hear that Yo listen man, it was your boy man - He talks a lot I can't believe this shit man, I grew up with this nigga man This motherfucker, I would've died for this nigga man And this nigga set me up?
You're now fucking with your last nigga Quick to blast nigga Gauge Masturbator Chest Plate disintegrator, rider I never wore no mask, wacked the witness - vestless I'll put you on the graveyard's guest list ICE - cause I lack all emotions, I'm heartless That's why I can't figure for the life of me You'd want to start this My crew is bottomless Street Lobotomists Gun slingers Glock cocked and diamond ringers Hustlers My nigga got shot but still alive He took a full clip from another player's 25 And he said he's rolling with me, if you're coming I told him, stay home, rest up, I got enough gunning Homiciders Ballin' rag Rolls riders Blood letters Money getters Life betters The last thing I heard you say you said I was a dead man, bitch I'll put you right into gun point, you snitch Now I know your plans are rolling on me, late when I sleep Why don't we do this man to man? Let them bitch niggas creep I still remember in the days when we was friends chillin Now it seems you going to have to be my next killin
[Chorus:] You wanna go to war, nigga tell me why? Punk niggas talk shit, bitch niggas die I never backed down and it ain't no time to start Let's take it to the streets and I'm a check your heart
You must be death wishing, what's up? You know my steelo Got love with the illest of blacks and amigos Your jealousy is outta hand, I can't fuck wit'cha And all your so-called down niggas, say good luck to ya They know you're off the hook and you're soon to bleed My reputation states that I kills with speed More drama than a rap verse You'll feel the mack first In your back first Then the black hearse Goddamn, I can't understand the drama why? To tell the fucking truth I thought your crew was fly Now you're talking that shit like a bitch on the rag Don't give a fuck about your set or the pants you sag I drop a hot one in your forehead, neck and mouth Then rush a hospital and bank ya if you don't check out Cause I'm a mad nigga once, a crazy nigga twice A cold blooded motherfucker, that's why they call me ICE And if you told me this would happen I would said never - no, we down forever - we flipped keys together Now the street talkers say you want my spot A lotta niggas did, A lotta niggas shot
[Chorus]
It's obvious some sucka niggas got ya gassed Let's see if they around you when the gunshots blast It ain't nothing nice, letting off slugs under the street life Early deaths, dry gags and last breaths I seen your time before you want - war till it's on How to fuck with the king, when you're a bullshit pawn? I can't comprehend your stupidity, miscalculation Word to obstetricians show your crews anhiliation Predicted, Brains get evicted, Fuckin with me kid Bullets lift your lid And watch your weak kool aid heart run down the drain I got the Method Man who came to bring the pain Let you know quick, niggas suck dick if you trip Used to be my homie, now you just a punk ho bitch Frustration leads to aggravation and dismay Now you're player haten, but that's the wrong game to play I light your block up, kidnap your moms - snatch your woman You beg for me to stop, but I'll just keep coming You're fucking with the illest fool in Southern California I can roll with ya, or motherfuckin' on ya
[Chorus]
Yeah, I know the real nigga can feel this. This is dedicated to all my "friends"
Sondoobiest Interlude" (feat. Sondoobiest)
AAAAAAWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOO!!
[Sondoobiest] Mic smugglers, hustlers, hold your jugglers Forty guzzlers, muscular, Son'll fuck wit'cha One of ya, actin' funnier, think you're hungrier Some of y'all know, the streets stay ghetto govenor Swash Buckler, Club King, pull the gun to her For the love of her, punish 'em, drop they juggler Son's guns stompin' dirt, hurts come at runnier Son's luckier, put your money up and stumbler Raise her birthday, cut yo' - Son Gun-the-Gun Comes from vomit coke, drunk number runs Club tumblers who thug wit' us - double up Mother-luggers shots blast, Ice what the fuck?!!
Common Sense"
It starts like this Gats hit harder than fists Just cock and lick it The aftermath's wicked Brass gets evicted Another crew shot Can't put your strap back in your waist Cause your barrel's too hot You did it kid The more dead The more weight on your head Plus you ganked a suitcase Full of black tar H Baby boy, twenty keys Dead Colombian Gs Now you're ballin full speed One slip you bleed You had your nigga with you Hard rock street gorilla hitter He took a hot one in the shoulder Now he's bendin over Mad illegal Nigga flipped harder than Buggsy Segal He wet the room up with the rocket launchin Desert eagle Blood oozin through his black dickies Ya nigga say he's getting dizzy The car seat's fuckin getting sticky He leaned back, his whole chest plate's cracked You thought they hit him once He must of got double clapped Your niggas dyin but he ain't cryin Soldier no doubt He looked you dead in the eye Said "get that money" checked out Ballin bent him back in the black S T S but where he's going no stress Your niggas dead, but you're thinkin bout head Fly hoes and condos Once you flip the kilos The fact your niggas out aint shit to ya More profit for your greedy ass No one to split the grip wit ya
[Chorus:] Common sense will keep you safer than vests Ambulance, cots, cause real niggas give head shots LA streets will make your guts leak Player no doubt Young killers live for drug wars and shoot outs
You flipped your chip Motorola, called your hooker Said you had a little foul up Told the ho to wet some towels up She didn't even talk Clicked the phone off Might a new some weak niggas But this bitch aint soft Make your next call Straight to your chicano connect Said they would flip the boy for girl Up the weight, give you Peruvian flake You had to dump the body, Burned it beyond recognition Back back in commission Scooped your hooker, cleaned your seats off Squeezed off Two in her head Now the fuckin bitch is dead You're all alone just how you liked it Straight laced hustler from hell Street life you spiked it It's time to hook up with the mexicanos Layin in the Dooly parking lot of a McDonalds Hit the corner they was there You're prepared Circled the block, screwed your silencer on Rock the esse they had Kickin back to get ya Crept on the dropped truck Double crossin ducks got bucked Check the back of the cab Suckas had the fuckin math Ten more keys of uncut pure cash (Yes!) Now your weighin thirty full keys Of girl and the pony Jumped for your lack Hit the yack threw your head back The big time is what you wanted And now you got it The devil put the strap in your palm And you shot it
[Chorus]
It's going down now On forever Square life is never Buck wildin is your life stylin Mashed out Hit a motel room Crashed out Called up a ho to get your dick sucked though Bad bitch phat backs green contacts Real hair, kept her feet all night in the air Kind of square Said she only worked the streets a week Said her boyfriend kicked her out And she needed to eat She cuddled to you like a baby Keep the girl mabey The pussy was tighter than fuck drove you crazy She kissed you on your chest and legs Asked you to fuck her in the ass Then she started to beg It kind of got you open, no doubt When baby doll fell asleep, with your dick in her mouth Now you're layin there, lookin at the motel door Hand on your strap, some beautiful whore You fuckin relaxed, fell a fuckin sleep bad move Big game take little game, show and prove Baby jumped up, went for the strap Dumped off Three shots in your face Grabbed the sutcase Don't forget, grab the blow then jet Before that ho hit the door she sipped a glass of Moet Street life sabatoge Niggas wanna live large Demon ho out for cheddar Capped you with your own Berreta
[Chorus]
God Forgive Me" (feat. Laquan and SLEJ)
"In the year 1982 a music was created. It was given the title: Gangsta Rap It had no positive messages, no redeeming value, hated and feared By the establishment, it changed the course of the world"
[SLEJ] Ride as my jabos, cocked my straps watcha back You know where you at? You in urban combat So stay alert, use the attack of the tactical expert Puttin in work, and leavin your troops with wet shirts Your casuality rate is high, I'm closin in Prepare for your ultimate end, tell your family bye Better cool like Egon, and shine like veegon Pissin on your beons, for decades and eons You squad has no muscle plus you, my new hustle Fuck scuffin up my knuckles, rather buck you and watch you buckle I can't stand a snitch, a switch real bitch I got some transcripts to say you been runnin ya lips Now its on, on site, if I see you I'mma sin ya If I catch you in traffic I'mma gift ya somethin in ya Letcha battle with death for the prize of life I learned ta never come empty handed to a gun fight My advesaries feel fright, his last sight Was a flash of light, you said lightning could strike From the same place twice, I have your head on my death 1500, tonights your last night gettin blunted
"The voices could not be stopped, it began to morph And reinvent themself, I grew like a black blade Moving like a tornado from the west to the east coast Leaving behind a path of destruction and mayhem"
[Laquan] Thick's ice fix ghosts infrared no remorse And low from the exchange, psycho derranged Playa lay no feel pain, killa cocka-main I'm top framin the game, use muscle for the hustle I zip duffle bags to muffle fags Scuffle my knuckles bad on niggaz that think that they runnin shit They feel the punishment, uh, blood bath, the wrath Aftermath, at least the guns in shit Too under fallin charum leads to send up on the earth Mix things with daughters with men Since poured from birth the worth for the others Go to war with my brothers I'm unstable like Kane did to Abel I'm out the stable sinnin from the beginnin Leavin daddy's little girl pretty linen bloody red What's said in the book of dead is now all forgotten My soul's rotten, still the blood's spilled I feel Chills, I'm still plottin, I'm ill-norm Take life forms like light storms I laugh at the wrath Of the guys comin on, visions of the antichrist is risen The question is now, am I unforgiven?
"Legends tells that the creator of this poison's name was Ice Although, others have told different stories, no matter Who or what invented the monster, their souls would be forever Damned to Hell"
[Ice T] Enter the death chambre, cash richer, leave ya nutless Cutless with the raw scope, double ya dope Feel my back lash, body cash your whole fam and media Greedy shit, tag ya out the rag Jag, speedy shit Look in the sky, the four horsemen bustin no discussion No stoppin its apocalypse, lock and load ya clips Gonna be rich and dead, copa said don't matter cats scatter Suckas get touched, niggaz get rushed Watch em transform into animal form, wicked Hell-born Lord of the Flies, cry and ya die Mechanama come masses soul snatcher, fallen angel All angles covered for you fuckin God lovers Possession, good suggestion run cuddle your funds Double your guns, watch your kids grow, stay out my flow Be wise, the magnificence, evidence, decadence mind Seven sins, the abomination, I'm That nigga, last nigga, street mack Hot is my strap, wet is your back Understand I never forgive, leavin bodies like seive Clap gats til my fuckin shit's clipless Niggaz bear witness
"Like any deadly disease, it has infected many men From the east, west, north, and south, gangsta rap is now Alive, God forgive me, God forgive me"
Ice's Exodus"
Yeah, This is Ice-T You've just been listening to the Seventh Deadly Sin To me the Seventh Deadly Sin is hardcore rap And I'm very proud to have been a part of that throughout the years I'd like to send peace out to all my homeboys that kept it real And love to all my niggas that have died out here In this bullshit that we call the streets You know? What can I say? Hip Hops been good to a nigga I got mad love for the East coast, West coast, North and South I got my niggas The Top Guns here We gonna sign this one off like this:
My life's been a great story in the ultimate war Should I ill or do right? Make peace or go raw? I can't explain the true penalties of fame and the wealth Tell me who can I trust? I can't trust myself Got the devil got me thinking 'bout them ill moves Every damn kid on the street, they got something to prove Push a bullet through my heart, why not? That's a start They could push their reps quicker, kill a well known nigga And if you say you're going to kill me, should I blast you first? Being black is kinda like being born with a curse Do or Die, that's the code of the streets I didn't invent Niggas sketch my life out with malicious intent My skin color's got me trapped in a never ending ghetto I move to the hills, but I can never let go The gun shots and the homicides just don't stop And just because I came up, I can always drop
Yo.. we come prepared for guerilla warfare Never scared soldiers to the heart And hose them body parts with the hardwear You spark a dun with Bizzaro or sequel When you catch a link on the wings of this desert eagle Flappin, we splittin caps friend remember when niggas would shoot joints Now niggas be wildin' placing hollow points Cause in this rat race, shit be moving at a murderous pace Mad sons got slugs to the face, OG packs kilos Over sore losers and cilo, prepare like a scout I hold the burner on the delo In this age of idolatry, mad niggas worship u vanity If Five ?? you nigga maintain humanity - insanity Hope you see the light - like the prism's true colors Only a few remain brothers, fuck the others In this cold world - the war that's controlled by the trigger Revelation or the scripture got to be that live nigga
So if niggas want to bite the sound like Tyson Deck him in the left eye, murder sit down like ryerson You wanna dis, don't even try son Hey yo, Pizzone - I'm the prodigy you need to keep ya eyes on Yo who the don, who plays it all night long? 50 mill strong, Handle like napalm. Word is bond Who get it on when it's time to drop a bomb? Sadq keep it cool and calm with the niapalm Droppin emcee's to their knees and make them pie straight Dust and take and serve niggas on my hot plate So cats who got beef, we can take it to the streets Cause shit these niggas talk to the grave with they teeth It's time to meet your maker step into the new millennium I analyze data like intel Pentium So follow me, I blame sovereignty for God we bust Top Gun, move bright, smooth as Ice, sex and dust
Ante up the goods, Top Gun Ice-T in your neck of the woods I'm 15 blocks deep in the foreign neighborhood Street of my styles, no smiles, trying to gun down the golden child Still on trial for my old endeavors Cold weather got catched trying to buck wholes in my fucking sweater Niggas is soft like butter, leathers and felt Time to heat it up and melt Felt the welts from brass belt buckles to brass knuckles Kill all the jokes and chuckles - let's all get together My fam stay thick together Trick off and lick off together No matter the weather Lets ease on down to the bow and to the bricks When I start to squeeze, I won't ease off a bit Won't be no teams up in here with no clashes Just bunk mile sleds boot shines up in the masses
Life got no guarantees, I'm looking for the long lease When I'm in LA, it ain't hard to find me 21st floor eating shrimp at Belonte's Every time you see me I'm connected to a dime piece I check your styles, although you rhyme quicker No matter what you do, I'll always lace mine thicker Jealousy will make a fool die quicker than liquor Watch your back with your niggas Cause that's right where they'll stick ya You see me in the club jeweled up, all alone I give love to my homies, then I bounce the fuck home Bodyguards are something that I just don't do Cause if I'm after you black, I'm gonna clap them too Money makes all my homies look brand new I don't fuck with the fakes, I make moves with the true Ice - baby chopping that real, thought you knew I might sound hard, but nigga I can die too
Cause I'm as real as you
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