96
Ah shit
Ice-t back
Representin, nigga, once again
That real shit, nigga
I thought you knew, bitch
Better recognize

[ chorus ]
Players, check your grip before you get popped
Bitches, get my money before you get dropped
Gotcha - buggin off the words I say
Because this type of pimpin happens every day

[ verse 1 ]
Niggas wanna know my steelo
Bitches wanna get with the baddest
Hustlin apparatus
Its the la cash flow master-roller
No one gets colder, i used to flip boulders
Of caine, on my brain, its outta control, crime plot
A dead-ass cop and muthafuckas get got
In the game it aint safe for the weak or the timid
Known to break a bitch but barely rarely slide up in it
So you see me in a club, grab your woman like you wanna
Blink your eyes and the freak is out there freezin on the corner
She got caught by the curls and the jewels
Lookin for a nigga that is quick to pull tools
Now shes breakin herself, makin herself
Respect my technique of pimpin, minus all simpin
Check it bitches, it aint nothin nice
Youre gonna seal or sell pussy if you roll with the ice

[ chorus ]

[ verse 2 ]
Oh my god, the nigga rolls hard..
Every player mentions me
The hustler of the century
(ice, that nigga aint nothin nice!)
I got more freaks than heff, my bankrolls off vice
Commandin straight pimp tactics
None of yall can match this
Meet a freak in a week, her workplace a matress
Really though, recognize the pimp type flow
I dont smoke endo, I count cash on my patio
So much love on the streets, dont need no bodyguard
Big up to my homies with the pimp type nod
Im off the hook, checkin traps in vegas [name]
Full link mink with the matchin borsalino
I change cars like you change drawers, bitch
I got a stable full of thoroughbreds that make me rich
Niggas hate me, cause they cant control they roll
They see that fat old ass and start givin me cash

[ chorus ]

[ verse 3 ]
My minds blown off fine champagne
So bent on currency, got green in my vein
So damn smooth that every woman wanna touch me
So much sexuality that nuns wanna fuck me
I kick back with my pimpin ballin brothers
Stand over the bed, dump the cash on the covers
The games got me, Im a slave to the roll
Hoes belong on the track and I belong in gold
Silk and satin, I deserve a pimpin pattin
Been in the life so long cause I stomp bitches who start rattin
Mostly friendly, but do got that gorilla in me
Save it for the player-hater niggas with the envy
Lot of niggas talk it, but they cant hold a hooker
Ice took her, she was too long a looker
Its strictly straight-lace hustlin on mine
I been pimpin all my life and I dont mind dyin

[ chorus ]

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, Im 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 cant 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 imma sin ya
If I catch you in traffic imma 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]
Thicks ice fix ghosts infrared no remorse
And low from the exchange, psycho derranged
Playa lay no feel pain, killa cocka-main
Im 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
Im unstable like kane did to abel
Im out the stable sinnin from the beginnin
Leavin daddys little girl pretty linen bloody red
Whats said in the book of dead is now all forgotten
My souls rotten, still the bloods spilled I feel
Chills, Im still plottin, Im 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 poisons 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 dont 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, im
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 shits 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

Yo,its time for me to pump the volume
No problem,the records revolvin
Evils the mixer,Im the rap trixister
Paparazzi on the bum rush for pictures
Ice,coolin,yo colder than ever
Punk executioner e pull the lever
Rotate the wax tehn cut anaxe the tracks
Push up the levels till the red lights max
Dont try to size up,you better wise up
To the rap criminals,were succeeded
Dope beats and lyrics,no beepers needed
For this drug deal,Im the big wheel
The dope Im sellin,you dont smoke,you feel
Out on the dance floor,on my world tour
Im sellin dope in each and every record store
Im the king pin when the wax spins
Crack or smack will take you to a sure end
You dont need it,just throw that stuff away
You wanna get high? let the record play

Mc ice t
Im your pusher

I know youre lovin this drugs as its comin out your speaker
Bass thru the bottons,highs thru the tweeters
But this base you dont need a pipe
Just a tempo to keep your hype
Groovin like I see you doin
Some stupid crack would just ruin
Your natural high,why? ..that aint fly
And anyone who says it is,lies
Move like I knew you would,like I knew could
And if you aint cracked out,then I know you should
Be able to give me a clap,to match exact with the track
And since I know that you aint,i expect that
Oh now this jam is lit,its like the ultimate
People high off dope but still physically fit
Ill make a million bucks,pack my dough in trucks
>from sellin dope beats,dope rhymes,dope cuts
Ill be the biggest dope dealer in history
Because all the fly will be high off that ice-t

Im your pusher

Im bring it to boil,evil e rock it up
You want it? ..i dont think you got enough
Last suckers crossed,syndicate shotem up
Cops foundem in the lake bottom up
I dont play when it comes to my dope
I check my lyrics close,like with a microscope
I dont cleanem up with no ivory soap
I leaveem hard and pure,hope that you can cope
Because you might o.d. if you overdrive
This record,tape or cd,because the sound ive
Created on this wax is like a chemical
And the knowledge I give,makes me invincible

Im your pusher

The cops dont know what to do,because my dope breaks thru
No matter what they do,my stuff gets to you
Kickin on the boulevard,my tempos hyped and hard
I dont ask,the ice just bogards
Sire records puts me out,with warner bros. clout
My dope hits the streets with no doubt
Evil e adds the cut,then removes it
Iz checks for purity,then approves it
And then you get it,try it,and like it
And if it aint potent,we remix and spike it
To bring you the pure dope,not a noose in a rope
Because if youre doin crack,youre on death row
Youre just a toy punk,to mess with that junk
You want some real dope,come look in my trunk
The dope Im sellin is life,100% legit
So get real fool,and try some real hit

Mc ice t
Im your pusher
Im your pusher

[intro: ice-t]
Every year the same shit happens
More fuckin funerals, dead homies
Niggas out here killin each other
I dont know why
And when it happens to you
Just cant turn the other fuckin cheek
Gotta get back for your dead niggas
Yeah Im 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 wouldnt strike back
Mack ten, eleven, twelve, hit us and then puts us to hell
They started it, theres no way to mend it, well end it
My crewll hit the matresses, g.o.d.
Father style - all prepared to get buckwild
Half my niggas ball, other half aint 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 aint mad at them though, they dumps the ammo
In you, suspend you in here, hell yeah
Its 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, Im 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
Theres 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]
Theres 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, Ill be a motherfuckin liar
(Im 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 its time to show you what Im trained for in this
Rally up the wolfpack-attack relentless
Make ya understand it was the wrong crew ya fuck with
Now its on bitches, guys are darker than shit
You musta not a known when you fuckin hit that day
Or maybe you di, youre 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
Well hit your block so hard, youll swear it was an earthquake
Squeeze off the fully-auto, make your whole crib shake
I know youre breathin hard, livin on your last day
Or maybe, youre laughin, thinkin that you got away
I dont give a fuck, I wont sleep
Till one of us lays me and my nigga
Thats the fear of these triggers
If ya smart, ya probably make a break out of state
Well just snatch your kid, grab your fuckin bitch and wait
Ill catch ya down south, lay your ass out straight
Theres no where to run, its time to meet your make
You got one chance, arm your whole damn crew
I couldnt stop my fuckin niggas if I wanted to

[chorus: ice-t]
Theres 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, Ill be a motherfuckin liar
(Im lettin off until my arms tired - [cut and scratched])
Retaliation

(lettin off until my arms tired - [cut and scratched])

Midnight chillin at a.m p.m.
Coolin drinkin apple juice
In evils bm
The sounds up loud
To attract attention
Rmoraled 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 were strapped?
I never cruise l.a.
Without a gat in my lap
The other fool shot
Caut the e in the shoulder blade
I busted thru the ca door
Thats 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 hadnt yet begun to fight
E hit the gas
It was one past midnight!

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 didnt even answer that
Checked the reaar 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 didnt 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!

I really didnt like
How this shit was goin down
Wrong night, wrong time
Wrong fuckin part of town
Ya see we was deep
In the hoovers hood
Three niggas bleedin
That shit dont look good!
See over there red dont go
Some places reds all they know
But not our luck
Tonight we was real fucked
Borke 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!

When they pulled us over
Shit got worse
I waited till they got out
And then I hit reverse
Fucked em up, I seen one cop fall
Threw it in gear, yo Im outty yall
Dont 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 evils 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 theyre tryin to creep
Broke thru my door
With no goddamn warning
Looked at my watch
It was six in the mornin!

Its 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 thats bull crap
Theyre kickin drama
But then dramas my middle name
Thats the price ya pay for big fame
The cellular phone rings
Dot wanta pick it up
But its my j-o-b I gotta kick it up
Another damn reporter
On the line with a word quiz
I gotta show cause Im livin with the show
Biz. out the llimo, to the plane
In the pourin rain
I hate flyin
But theres no time for slow trains
Another show to do
I gotta caatch my crew
They left last night
In the bus around two
The planes 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 its time to wreck a new town
Get to the arena, meet up with the crew
They tell me all the speakers blew
The cordless dont work
Sound mans a jerk
Somebodys gonna get hurt
Im crazy mad
But my fans want autographs
I turn my angry frowns
Into fake laughs
I cant be rude
Cause they wouldnt understand
I int human no more, Im a superman

Chorus
You can try
But youll never understand this
You can try
But youll never understand this
You can try
But youll 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 its 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 cant ditch em
Cause they already saw me
Ill put my head down
Maybe theyll ignore me
No chance ice whats goin on?
I listened to twenty-five songs
And after thaat
The brothers still wouldnt leave
They started lookin at my t.v.
I was gonna break down
If they didnt jet soon
Snuck across the hall
And crashed in es 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 its 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 couldnt say no not to my fans
You see they wouldnt understand

Chorus

Now its show time, time to flow time
Evil lost the records
But we still gotta go time
The house is packed
Everybodys on their feet
So I say, throw on rakims 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
Im tryin not to cough
Im 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 aint enough
The police are hawkin
Listenin real close
To the words Im 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 wouldnt tade it for a million bucks
Although its all
Not glamour and gleam
Its still my dream

Chorus

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 worlds insane
While you drink champagne
And Im 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!

Youd 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 worlds insane
While you drink champagne
And Im livin in black rain

Dont 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!

[intro: kam]
Aiyyo this is kam representin watts in compton

[buckshot shorty]
Anything can happen
Dont 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)
Bucks hot, spell it and yell it but the shit dont stop
It be hot, yall niggas is worthless in the money market
Im buck you aint 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
Dont squeal [undecipherable]

[ice-t]
If you niggas dont 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
Hoes got em, Im the one you just cant 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
Ill roll across the break and break that ass with these
Start hittin jewel-liks, re-investin in kis
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 yall niggas know Im dead
Im serious, somebody can get killed
Wait for the fire drill and when you start to smell the smoke
Run nigga buck aint no joke Ill 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? Im 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
Ive served so many rappers I can make a land field fool
Youve 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
Ive been breakin, annihilate fakes and tens
See Im 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 dont itch
(whta, what, what? )

[buckshot shorty]
Bucks got ya locked, body drawn like pit bulls
We dont give a fuck if we have to pull, click, shit
Brooklyn niggas is known to rep-resent
Any nigga happened thats 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
Its just a fact that niggas aint shit
Aint shit like egyptians, nigga trippin
Beenie-eyed, never slippin, Im 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 downs 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 youve never seen it before theyll 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 its evening, I didnt 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...

Yeah
Too many hardcore muthafuckas out here in this business
Aint gettin their proper loot
You know what Im sayin?
(right)
Check the technique
(aha)

[ verse 1 ]
Everybody talkin bout the way hip-hop aint the same
Suckers kidnapped the game
I know the biggest in the business, and no joke
Half of em broke - and none of em smoke
(bust the facts, loc)
I got into this hip-hop game
Just to try to get a girl and get some light-weight fame
Thered never been no cash made in it
So who thought you could get paid with it?
Just crash the club with my crew and then Im outta there
Hit some skins, act bugged, that was a rap career
Then run-d.m.c. jumped the fuck off
Got mad paid, word, kicked the bucks off
There wasnt many rappers out there rockin the streets
When hip-hop was just cuts and beats
I seen _wildstyle_, dug the scene
I wanna be an mc, rock, rock on - know what I mean?
I started crashin rap contests
Shootin hardcore rhymes through wack mcs chests
I signed on the lines of a wack contract
Didnt even read it, fuck that
They gonna put my record out
Im gonna be large, know what Im talkin about?
In the first 2 years I made about 300 bucks
Yo, this business sucks
But I got another chance and I came correct
Got a lawyer and accountant, now my shits legit
But many wont get no second chance
And get fucked in this biz without a kiss or a dance
The game is to exploit young ghetto kids
A straight pimp game, and there aint no shame
And the shits gone too far
100 hip-hop labels with all white a&rs
The games hijacked

The rap games hijacked

Let me tell you how it happened

[ verse 2 ]
Now while every mc in the game
Was worryin about a white boy gettin the fame
They dug out the foundation
Now let me give a demonstration
Say you got a dope group from the hood
Talkin mad shit like theyre up to no good
You take em to a label
Now who sits behind the table?
Some jewish muthafucka that dont know shit
Tryin to tell yall whats a fuckin street hit
The shits way off course
Its like me tellin johnny cash how to sing about his horse
You go on tour, the white agency says youre wild
Tone down your style
The radio jocks are all pop
So how the fuck this nigga know what shit to rock?
The shit that make your face turn green
Is when you get dissed by a kidnap magazine
I give a fuck about these muthafuckas
Im doin this jam to save my hip-hop brothers
Get your paperwork straight, kid
Get a lawyer and accountant just like I did
Dont blow your dough, cause you will see gs
But this game has no guarantees
Learn about publishing points, so you wont be blind
Learn to read everything you sign
Then you might have a chance
If not, bend over, pull down your pants
The games hijacked

(yeah
I dont they hear you, brother)
Yo, the rap games hijacked
(word)
Im talkin bout a hijack
(say it one more time, baby)
The rap games hijacked
Check it
(break it down for these niggas)

[ verse 3 ]
You can go gold and still owe the record label cash
Yo kid, check the math
Learn about the word recoup, troop
And stop walkin round all hyped and souped
You aint nothin but somethin to be used and worked
You aint nothin but a sucker to be duped and jerked
Cause the fuckin record label dont love ya, pal
They didnt love ya on the street and dont love ya now
Theyre out to make an end, friend
Cause every dollar you make, they damn near make 10
Theyll take you for everything you got
Or else theyll sign you and they put on the shelf to rot
Im tryin to tell you whats up
You best to listen to this record even if you hate my fucking guts
Cause I just cant stand around and watch rap get done
And my brothers aint gettin none
A nigga like me has gotta spit game
Nigga, get that cash flow. fuck that muthafuckin fame
Cause the white mans rippin us off once again
Real hip-hop, my man

Fool, the rap games hijacked
You need to listen, nigga
The rap games hijacked
Need to play this record about ten times
The rap games hijacked
Black people dont own shit
The rap games hijacked
Check it

R&bs hijacked
Black acting is hijacked
Just being black is hijacked
(build, my nigga, build, my nigga)
Nigga
Stupid muthafuckas, they rippin us off
You better get a end..
While the moneys there, boy
Silly-ass bitch runnin around with a gold chain
All niggas gotta get some real estate
Muthafucka
Come up
Fuck a bitch
Better get somethin you can own, asshole
White man aint givin up shit
Word o life
Although I got a white engineer
But hes gettin minimum wage
So its cool...

Yeah
Shits been hijacked

Deuce,deuce revolver was my problem solver
Had a def girl,really didnt wanna involve her
In the life of a gangster,use to rob bankster
But now Im locked up,Im just a punk low rankster
Jail cells know me too damn well
Seems like Ive 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
Its 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 Im on the bricks,deep in the mix
Crime smarts searching hard for some new street tricks
I think Ill 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 dees? it wouldnt work,no way
Im 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 Im unlike the rest,know to be the best
Fast money,true wealth my eternal quest
I hustle all night long,there aint 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
Its always fun in the beginning
But its pain in the end

Pain (x4)

Gold rope wearer,neighborhood terror
Cant 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 aint no quittin
Minds 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 Ill retire
Crazy money it aint funny,suckers lovin my jock
But theres some people at my door that didnt even knock
Task force boomin,doggin my crib out,cant shout
F.b.i. got a gun in my mouth!
Threw me on the floor,called my girl a whore
Pulled ten gs 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 couldnt 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 citys health
The sweat of hustlers greed is not reserved for men
Its always fun in the beginning
But its pain in the end

Pain (x5)

Attention!
At this moment you are now listenin to an Ice-T LP.
If you are offended by words like shit, bitch, fuck, dick, ass, ho,
cunt, dirty bitch, low motherfucker, nigga, hooker, slut, tran,
dirty low slut-tran-bitch-ho, nigga fuck shit, whatever...
Take the tape out NOW! This is NOT a pop album...
And by the way,
SUCK MY MOTHERFUCKIN DICK

Yeah
This is ice-t
Ima slow it down for a minute
I wanna talk to all the ladies out there
I got my man j-e-ll in the house
I got a message I wanna send out to all the fly ladies, yeah
Check me out

[ verse 1: ice-t ]
Its time for me to kick game
And if I cant do it, then ladies, ice aint my name
Now real brothers aint easy to understand
And its a long hard road to become a man
Drama seeks and chases him through every year
His homie dies, you might see him shed a tear
But mostly hardcore feelings are all you see
Cause you gotta be raw to be called a gee
But every man slows down
Youll see this side when theres probably no one around
And theres no safer place
Than if you ever are some gees homebase
But it aint easy, these brothers got barricades around the hearts
Its gonna take time before the trust starts
But girl, you must be true
Cause if your mans a gee, hell definitely die for you
Look him deep in his eyes, let him know youre there
Show him that you really care
Trust me, you move with time
Through the darkened halls of his mind
You just might find

[ bobby ross avila ]
The me inside of a gangsta

Yo, jell
You know what Im sayin?
I try to represent for all the brothers out there
And I know my latin homies have the same drama with they girls, man
Wont you let em know how its goin down

[ verse 2: jell ]
Man, Im lookin for a hina thats down
But you dont have to be brown
If you wanna hang around
All you gotta do is stay in check
Cause if youre rubbin me right
Then you can bet youll get respect
And thats why I guess my feelings will have to show
How can you hide somethin thats in your soul?
Cause theres more to the l-o-c
Than all the violence, baby, that aint who I be
I know my dogs and me can still pull straps
But I rather have you rollin in my cadillac
Cause when we cruisin, thangs is all good
And that goes for every vato in the hood
Now sometimes its hard to show the other side
Especially when my crew is caught up in a homicide
Cause east l.a. dont play
And if I had my way
Id kick it with you everyday

[ ice-t ]
Whether black or brown, the situations the same
Different hoods, but the same game
Some girls wont take their time
Others will stroll through our souls and find

[ bobby ross avila ]
The me inside of a gangsta

Aaaaaawwwwwwwoooooooooo!!

[sondoobiest]
Mic smugglers, hustlers, hold your jugglers
Forty guzzlers, muscular, sonll fuck witcha
One of ya, actin funnier, think youre hungrier
Some of yall 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
Sons guns stompin dirt, hurts come at runnier
Sons 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? !!

[ chorus ]
The fast lane, half heart, half money
Aint nobody smilin, aint nothin funny
Raise the risk, raise the profit
And cant nobody stop it
Unless your games weak
So baby, dont sleep

The fast lane, half heart, half money
Aint nobody smilin, aint nothin funny
Raise the risk, raise the profit
And cant nobody stop it
Unless your games weak
So player, dont sleep

[ verse 1 ]
The streets crawl with ill niggas on the block
Goin hand in hand
Leanin in and out of sedans
Pumpin crack dreams to crack fiends for a fee
Their dream is to re-up to a ki
Cops watch the influx of dope
Through a telescope
Snitches in the game
Give the young gs names
Bitches on the jock
Of the hustlers on the block
Jump from gee to gee
Similar to a flea
Suck the blood out, or in this case the dough
Roll with the blow till considered a hoe
Babies are born and pawned off to grandmama
The bitch aint done, she still lives for the drama
Lookin for another baller
To hit and never call her
All in vain
Life in the lane
A new crew of hookers on the track from up north
Vice cops, they watch em stroll back and forth
They take a pay-off
Or a blow job just to lay off
The lanes no joke
Yo, you players stay broke
A ghetto garage makes a nice laboratory
Pcp and crystal meth, wars of glory
End of story, gotta watch my back myself
Or else theyll find my body layin on a coroner shelf
Its the lane

[ chorus ]

[ verse 2 ]
Gees take the game on the road to minnesota
Supermarkets all sold out on baking soda
Gangbangers start to understand the dope game fast
Kidnap the drug dealers for the ransom cash
Gotta represent, what you say you are, thats a star
Feds got a homing device on your car
That made you easy to follow to denver, colorado
Birds you had, 12 now you got a l
Crack babies born in the hospitals cryin
Drive-by shootings cant end, kids are dyin
The cream is the ultimate goal
Gots to roll
Till my cash flows mega
Baller not a beggar
Bitches workin plastic with the fake ids
Life in the lane, stackin up gs
Chop shops taggin up benzes and beamers
Crack spots boilin full kilos in beakers
Damn, the games quicker than shit, dont slip
Cause bet your life therell be another hustler checkin yo grip
Its the lane

[ chorus ]

[ verse 3 ]
Brother on parole need a quick lick to come up
The score went bad, now hes back stuck
Bitches settin niggas up jacked and waxed
Small-time workers movin weight in a g ride lac
Dont talk on your cellular, your phone is tapped
Dont check the rear view, theres no turnin back
Its the lane, now youre in it, hit the gas and mash
Through the land of the hardcore hoes and cash
Jackers and robbers, hustlers and clockers
Everybodyll squeal, take the l or the deal
Yo, spin the wheel, for the cops youre a meal
Tailor suits gator boots make the fly hoes kneel
But if you miss, my friend, guess what you win
A one-way ticket to the federal state pen
Its the lane you chose, you fill your shit, ride rolls
High-priced clothes, baddest fuckin hoes
Anything goes, theres no limit, just mash
The cops will be there when you crash

[ chorus ]

A man took an ad on T.V.
To enrol in the police academy
He's very talented, outstanding proof
From his clean-cut apperance to the shine on his boots
When it comes to graduation, he's number one
An expert with a rifal and also a gun
Three weeks on the beat and his weak nerves crack
And fires four warning shots into a kid's back

KILLERS! these are the killers
KILLERS! the coldhearted killers
KILLERS! bloodthirsty killers
KILLERS! beware of the killers

A young girl marries an older man
With more money than you can understand
He smouthers her with pearls and jewellery
And they both seemed as happy as they could be
But three months later, she's sad but content
Seems he had an unexpected accident
The girl said he would be hard to forget
As the papers interviewed her while she flew his jet

KILLERS! these are the killers
KILLERS! she was the killers
KILLERS! the coldhearted killers
KILLERS! beware of the killers

It's time for all to work together for peace
'Cause everybody's doomed if the killings don't cease
Street homicide, war, it's all the same
'Cause murder is murder by any name

An young man loses his only job
To proud to hustle, too honest to rob
He goes to tell his family an his wife
But an argument breaks out, she grabs a knife
Tempers esculate to a total rage
Shots burst out from a loaded twelve-guage
They call it mass murder, suicide
BUT SOMEBODY TELL ME WHY THE KIDS HAD TO DIE

KILLERS! these are the killers
KILLERS! the coldhearted killers
KILLERS! bloodthirsty killers
KILLERS! beware of the killers

Vietnam vet, home from the war
Can't get a job in a candy store
Unemployment hurts and he's living proof
So to take out his frustration, he climbs on the roof
He shows no pity as victims are shot
The only thing to stop him are the bullets from SWAT
Ten people died on a sunny day
BUT TELL ME WHO TAUGHT HIM HOW TO SHOOT THAT WAY

KILLERS! these are the killers
KILLERS! you know the killers
KILLERS! beware of the killers
KILLERS! are you a killer?

It's time for all to work together for peace
'Cause everybody's doomed if the killings don't cease
Street homicide, war, it's all the same
'Cause murder is murder by any name

A known criminal is sentenced to death
Now the legal system controls his last breath
He tries to fight execution with petitions and pleas
And a pardon from the governor is all he needs
He cries out for mercy but nothing's spared
And on his day of termination, he's strapped in a chair
High voltage fills his body in a ...... jail
And all of the people of vengeance grail

KILLERS! the coldhearted killers
KILLERS! bloodthirsty killers
KILLERS! the mercilous killers
KILLERS! are you a killer?

Georgie-Porgie-Pudding-and-pie
Couldn't get a girl, let me tell you all why
He tried to be down like all the rest
Had girls in his hair, gold on his chest
He rolled around town in a coup deville
But he had no money, he was broke as hell
Ladies love money and he needed more
So he tried to steal something out a liquor store
But before Georgie-Porgie could get away
The man pulled out his gun and blew him away

KILLERS! the coldhearted killers
KILLERS! are you a killer?
KILLERS! the mercilous killers
KILLERS! beware of the killers

It's time for all to work together for peace
'Cause everybody's doomed if the killings don't cease
Street homicide, war, it's all the same
'Cause murder is murder by any name

Politicians plan for power eacha nd every day
We are all just puppets in the games they play
They manipulate the message to attain their goals
And for simple re-election they will sell their souls
Nuclear supremacy is the ultimate thrill
So our tax we pay is paid for overkill
...................... up to the skies
WHILE WE ALL PRAY TO GOD THE MISSILES NEVER FLY

KILLERS! these are the killers
KILLERS! they are the killers
KILLERS! are you a killer?
KILLERS! don't be a killer

It's time for all to work together for peace
'Cause everybody's doomed if the killings don't cease
Street homicide, war, it's all the same
'Cause murder is murder by any name

(I cramp your style
With a bullet and a smile) --> onyx

[ verse 1 ]
Ugh, niggas on the d-l casin me out
Truckin my jewels, feelin for the tools
When they come they gots to come correct
Because they know I catch wreck
A well-known wild street vet
Step into the kill zone, baby, its on
I pack the twin nine-mills thatll lift your dome
Chrome pump with double-eyed slots and such
A fully-auto mac-dime that is sure to touch
Ya, bust you with the desert eagle
Street legal, move against my peole
And the ice gets evil
Hit you with the .44 smith & wes-
Son, youre best to run cause my tec eats pests
I got a glock with the laser, hot police taser
Step in real close, I hit your throat with the razor
You wanna live or die, its your decision
Talk shit, youre dissin, I got you in my night vision
Brain fragments on the street released
Another nigga fronts hard, another nigga deceased
I got a h.k., a.k. and a m-16
A 12-gauge street sweeper with the circular clip
Quick to let projectiles fly, you die
And watch your fat moms cry - bulls eye

(I cramp your style
With a bullet and a smile) --> onyx

What you think all the guns is for?

[ verse 2 ]
Whats up, niggas dont seem to hear
Still lookin crazy, let me make this clear
Fool, the ice aint havin it
And when I let loose lead, believe Im accurate
Fat scope on a 30? ? ? 6
Sawed-off double barrel and a pistol grip
Pump on my lap at all times
I fill my gauge shells with nickels and dimes
Thompson center spittin .45 slugs
Black mac-11, python .357
Snub-nose .38 or .380
Seventy automatic, full metal jackets
Hollow points comin atcha fast
You feel the slug before you hear the blast

(I cramp your style
With a bullet and a smile) --> onyx

Muthafuckas frontin hard
Lookin at niggas crazy and shit
Make a nigga break
Nigga dont want me to pull out

[ verse 3 ]
I dont like shootin but I do shoot straight
Niggas I be rollin with will shoot up a wake
Why you wanna step in the sights of a nigga
Known hair trigger, the coroner delivers
More cold bodies to the morgue each weekend
One minute you bleed, the next minute youre leakin
Best to listen close cause this aint no boast
And never forget that I leave you wet
Bloody, sticky, holes in your dickeys
Oh what a pity, lookin all shitty
My winchester will get the best of ya
Hand grenades will fade all the rest of ya
I reach out and touch you with the parabellum
You got a crew, you better tell em

[ice-t]
Coolin in my crib, cold video dubbin
Fbi wanted? huh, dont mean nuttin
They call that shit a crime? yo that shits a joke
Hit record on my dope remote
I heard my phone ringin, I wonder who could it be
It was the e, the v, yes the i-l e
He said, we got static - word, I just got out
Punks tried to move at the club and we shot out
Bullets everywhere, okay whats the prob?
Ink got popped, hes dead as a doorknob.
You bullshittin! I aint fuckin around.
The posses rollin tonight, nigga are you down?
I grabbed my ak, my 16, and my baby mac
Strapped on my vest, and threw the 9 in the small of my back
I said - chill, dont let nobody move without me
Say you know where they are?
He said, I know where they be
Lets peel their caps back
Lets peel their caps back

Twelve oclock midnight, posse was airtight
Twenty-five cars, under the streetlights
Some people talked, while others cried
Ink was a brother, who shouldnt have died
Then the silence broke, ice whats it gonna be?
38 hard brothers stood and stared at me
There were only two words that I had to say
P-a-y, b-a-c-k
The cars loaded with a silence that could rape the dead
Pistols clipped as the chambers loaded full of lead
Everyone in the crew knew what I said
Would mean by morning, somebody else soon would be dead
Lets peel their caps back

The cars at the corner like a long black snake
Nightprowlin for a life to take
Ya see down in the ghetto its an eye for an eye
Thats the answer to the question why
In my throat, theres a lump, then I swallow it, I aint no chump
Face of death, then I cocked my pump
Im a nigga on the trigger, madder than a pitbull
Just layin for a reason to pull
On you, any duck motherfucker that gets in my way
Im insane, and my homeboys death made me this way
But then we spot him, evil e shot him
Dead in the face, made sure that he got him
Others ran, but no mercy to the posses wrath
Automatic uzi motherfuckin bloodbath
Lets peel their caps back
Lets peel their caps back
Lets peel their caps back

Then all of a sudden, a bullet came through my eye
My dome exploded and I felt my other brothers die
I drink my blood as I fell like shit into the street
My corpse stunk like a burnt out rotten piece of meat
Ten brothers died in this stupid homicidal binge
Cause whenever someone dies, nobody wins
But this drama, youll never hear a word of
Cause all the papers gonna read is a gang murder
Gang murder

[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
Dont 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
Dont hate the player, hate the game

[chorus: ice-t]
Dont 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 ima willy
I dont get high, so I dont 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 dont 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]
Dont 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
Dont 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]
Dont hate, cause my games 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 dont see me
You wanna be me, you hate my motherfuckin guts
Lickin nuts - whats the deal?
Its 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
Im 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 Ill shoot
Every bitch I meet is fuckin up to somethin
Take a nigga to the crib lay him down and start dumpin
Gat pumpin, theyll kill your ass for a g
Hate the game motherfucker dont hate me

[chorus: ice-t]
Dont 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 aint 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, Im still foldin fat knots
Catch me on the weekend, floatin my yacht
Say ice kick some game and Ill teach you a lot
Knock your bitch no matter how hard your block

[chorus: ice-t]
Dont 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
Dont 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 dont know why a player wanna hate t
I didnt choose the game, the game chose me

(Intro: Ice-T)
Yeah, Ice-T nigga, Seventh Deadly Sin
It's all about that hardcore mind
Got my nigga Radzay, my nigga Bazaro, my girl Gripsta in the house
We gonna do it for all the hardcore niggas out there like this...
(Radzay)
A hard hit makes a soft ass, that's what they told me huh!
I'm totally gone, I'm in another zone nigga put me on this
We layin' stick, my lyrics is heat
Havin' visions of ritual mirrors inside my sleep - nigga peep
I remember watchin' the news, dead people in jimmy bag
I got a Nine nigga get me mad
And watch me throw up razorblades and get to trippin'
I'm cats and crippin', lickin' is civil like Jack the Ripper
I'm on a mission drippin'-a-fog
An when it sees a million motherfuckers deceased
some of police are brutal hog, I'm actor-baitin'
No hesitation to slice a motherfucker in thirty places
Fuck a case - ain't leavin' traces here to Redder-Dip
I'm aimin' a - automatic find a bitch I'm hangin' up
Protainin' up, boss strangler, better save my mother
Flat packs will end as brothers - the bloody covers
Bloody gloves like Yo-J, AK's my brainwaves
I'll strung a nigga all day to my dear play you won't be comin' back
I put that on my dear pops when I blast a fierce drop
My bloody mask revealin' Jason it's non-stop
The cemetary is what you facin'
My steel shot is smokin' like chainsaws, brains call
recommend that you get your homies and watch your motherfuckin' game fall
(Chorus)
I only like my shit hardcore
(Radzay, South Central L.A. nigga)
I only like my shit hardcore
I only like my shit hardcore
I only like my shit hardcore
(Ice-T)
Prepare for the night that you never wanted
These streets is taunted, blacked out impala with the big rims on it
Hit'cha corner with the lights out, bitch it's on
Duck down wit'cha kids, you know what you did
Motherfuck what your niggas say, watch for the ricochet
it's gonna be hard to hear much, once my trigger spray
That's neither here nor there, just beware
Cause when I bust off my gat flings like a roll flair
You now listenin' to - the most hated and most loved at the same time cuz
Ice nigga what the fuck you wanna do about a T
Most'cha bitch niggas can't fuck with me
Cause your chin-chalked talk I can see through
Like you're rollin' in a phat V-12
Bulllshit - pull quick and have your shit cocked or dropped
Keep a spare clip cause sometimes the shots don't stop
It's motherfuckin' game to rap about, shits' for real
Double action, ain't gotta cock back no more
Got you bitch-ass niggas sweatin' like Taibo
Rather lookin', in my face, I'm just checkin' my flow
So, I advise you to keep it in the studio
Your attittude, you don't wanna meet me dude
My crews' like a fuckin' wild bunch of escaped beasts
Like scientists, cross cells of apes and G's
All the war - get you battle gear, black fatigues
You talk shit, your crews' catch a casualty, uh!
(Chorus)
I only like my shit hardcore
(Ice-T nigga, what?)
I only like my shit hardcore
I only like my shit hardcore
I only like my shit hardcore
(Bazaro)
Aiyyo my style be official, I bust like a pistol
Criminal - the issue, mad shit the nigga been through
Peep now, system, handcuffs nigga listen
Word up, robbin' white boys to buy blunts
The representative - GorTek Assassin thought to be a stallion
Yo I be splashin' Street Wars
The hardcore Ambassador in a black four door Akaror, I attach yours
The Marquise piece, gold teeth and medallion
Heads I be sappin' like the grams I be baggin'
Fightin' women, cut throat and tree smokin'
Violatin', infiltratin', blunt bakin'
Block regulatin', the cake, bake, a brick flippin'
Green expedition thicker to body stickin'
Bazaro, yo I got the hardcore flow
I drop to put a rock from the Bronx y'all know
(Chorus)
I only like my shit hardcore
(Bazaro, Boogie down Bronx baby)
I only like my shit hardcore
(Grip)
On the mic, Grip be flexin'
Who's next to wreck when I mic check, mic check
I'm checkin' any verbal an' steppin'
What the fuck nigga duck you ain't fuckin' with this
Get touched cause I lust to bust when I clutch
with the quickness, killin' lyricist when I spit this
Who's next on my hitlist when I rip this
Lyrically I'm material, the Rap War General
droppin' hoes quicker than a syllable, yeah you killable
Your style, unfillable, wishin' my shit was stillable
I eel for the fuck of it, queen you know I'm lovin' it
Dick, never suckin' it unless I see a buck in it
You need the whip, cluck it kid, I'm furious
Leavin' your crew delirious so you don't take it serious
I'm guessin' you was serious about the West, none test
I got the rep for my niggas on the shaw
Got the ball, fuck the law and yep I wet 'em out
As I proceed to spread 'em out and dead 'em out
Spray 'em out, lay 'em out
Ain't no surprise, come see me with four eyes
Young Grip I'm a prize, prepare for you demise
Recognize I put a hole in the local aforenor
Nigga this is Coroner
(Ice-T)
Gripsta, Oakland, California
I only like my shit hardcore

Yeah, this is ice-t
Youve just been listening to the seventh deadly sin
To me the seventh deadly sin is hardcore rap
And Im very proud to have been a part of that throughout the years
Id 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 lifes been a great story in the ultimate war
Should I ill or do right? make peace or go raw?
I cant explain the true penalties of fame and the wealth
Tell me who can I trust? I cant 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? thats a start
They could push their reps quicker, kill a well known nigga
And if you say youre going to kill me, should I blast you first?
Being black is kinda like being born with a curse
Do or die, thats the code of the streets I didnt invent
Niggas sketch my life out with malicious intent
My skin colors 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 dont 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 prisms true colors
Only a few remain brothers, fuck the others
In this cold world - the war thats 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, dont even try son
Hey yo, pizzone - Im 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 its time to drop a bomb?
Sadq keep it cool and calm with the niapalm
Droppin emcees 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
Its 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
Im 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 - lets 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 wont ease off a bit
Wont be no teams up in here with no clashes
Just bunk mile sleds boot shines up in the masses

Life got no guarantees, Im looking for the long lease
When Im in la, it aint hard to find me
21st floor eating shrimp at belontes
Every time you see me Im connected to a dime piece
I check your styles, although you rhyme quicker
No matter what you do, Ill always lace mine thicker
Jealousy will make a fool die quicker than liquor
Watch your back with your niggas
Cause thats right where theyll 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 dont do
Cause if Im after you black, Im gonna clap them too
Money makes all my homies look brand new
I dont 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 Im as real as you

It was a Saturday night on the streets of Cali
Threw on my dope silk suit, brushed off my suede Bally's
Threw on enough gold for any girl's pleasure
Left a pound and a half of that shit still in the dresser
I slapped a clip in my nine, threw a clip in my sock
Hit three grand up off the dresser, it was ten on the dot
Now my beeper started beepin, I threw that shit in the sink
I didn't need it no more, I had more money than Prince
See, I was quittin the game and tonight was my fling
You see, on the streets they're players but only one king
Now that's the title I held but the game is real fast
You gotta get in and get out if you expectin to last
Now my homeboy Evil was downstairs chillin in his brand new Benz
I had many adversaries but very few close friends
We broke to the set, E parked the car on the grass
High-signin was his trademark and he did it with class
Hit the door like two titans, the whole jam stopped to stare
And as we walked through the crowd they threw bills in the air
I spied my man Jazz maxin out with two stone cold freaks
"Yo, what's up Ice, you rich now, man, you too good to speak?"
Now Jazz was a player from the east coast, the Bronx
He was known to be hard on the women and a brother he'd stomp
Smack a bitch in a minute, some say just for fun
And he was known for his chrome-plated pearl-handled gun
"Yo Ice, you my brother and I love you and all
But what's up with that six g's you owe me, man
...'member when your boys took that fall?
And I posted the bail cause yo ass was locked up"
Evil gave Jazz ten g's and Jazz shut the fuck up
Just then I saw Donald-D hit the front door
More gold than a Aztec, black leather he wore
Hoes grabbed for they niggaz when D hit the set
Cause what Donald

[ice-t]
E-v-i-l e and ice-t are on a jack move
Layin down the dope groove, smokin those who disapprove
Wreckin the deck, youll regret if you cross punk
Rollin like a mack truck, waxin those who talk junk
Violent your end, I got your face in my crosshairs
Wanna see your dome bust sucker cause I dont care
Nuttin bout you, your crew, because you talk shit
Im the lethal weapon boy, ridin the apocalypse
If youre in my way, then lay beneath the ground soon
Violence is my business fool, the microphone of doom
Mission thats to cure all punks as I bust caps
Peelin your back, my ammunition hollow-point raps
You try to run, that makes it even more fun
I just cold lamp and vamp you with the shotgun
Cops try to flex.. but guns theyll never find..
My lethal weapons my mind!

Chorus: rakim, microphone fiend (repeat 2x)

A lethal weapon..
A lethal weapon..
A lethal weapon..
An assassinator, if the people aint steppin *
* skip second line on second repeat

[ice-t]
You hit the deck, as rap busts from my lips
You think Im finished - I load another clip
Look in my face, I crack an evil grin
Lyrics bring death from the microphone mac-10
Sucker mcs, you aint down with the syndicate
Try to kick game, but end up talkin weak shit, yo
Youre weak, youre wack, you need to quit you lil punk bitch
Go and freak your mother, go dig a damn ditch
Get out my face, Im tired of the press too
You write about me, I write about you
You think Im violent, but listen and you will find..
My lethal weapons my mind!

Chorus

[ice-t]
Up against the wall - its valentines day
The massacres about due for a replay
Im about to explode - like a hand grenade
Evil e do damage on the crossfade
{*evil e scratches*} cuts like a battleaxe
You try to bite, get iced, my raps are boobytraps
Claim of mine, designed by the ice himself
You beg for mercy as you read the hand youre dealt
{*screaming ah ahh ahh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!*}
Cause theres no let up, you walked into a set up
Its suckin you down and now you cant get up
Why because you froze the moment we met up
And I never run punk, I go head up
I aint no fool and new jack poppin fake rap
I rap from the heart and soul, where only facts are kept
Many rappers sell-out pop and other mcs slept
I aint in no playin mood, so nigga watch your step
Cause if you cross the boss, you go to bed quick
Know my situation boy, dont diss the syndicate
Cause when we chose to move, youre gone
And no remains theyll find..
My lethal weapons my mind!

Chorus

[ice-t]
More bodies than john gotti, the lethal weapon is slaying
Just open any book, thats ammo to the brain
What really matters, is how well is your weapon trained
Some would say genius, while others would say insane
The weapon power has been witnessed upon my page
From martin luthers dream, to hitlers psycho rage
Whats more powerful - the brain or a twelve gauge?
The words I speak have scared many people to this stage
But promote violence, I really have to disagree
Its entertainment, like terminator on tv
But somell never see, youre stupid ignorant and blind
The lethal weapons the mind!

Chorus

[ice-t]
The mind..
Think!

The mind..
Youknowhatimsayin?
I got my jammy with me at all times, youknowhatimsayin?
They cant take this one thing away from me
Thats got more power, than any gun in the world, youknowhatimsayin?
Im talkin bout brain power homeboy
They cant mess with me cause Im too smart for them out there
Youknowhatimsayin? fully strapped, always packed
Go to the library and get some more ammo, youknowhatimsayin?

(Intro: Ice-T)
Yeah, Ice-T nigga, Seventh Deadly Sin
It's all about that hardcore mind
Got my nigga Radzay, my nigga Bazaro, my girl Gripsta in the house
We gonna do it for all the hardcore niggas out there like this...
(Radzay)
A hard hit makes a soft ass, that's what they told me huh!
I'm totally gone, I'm in another zone nigga put me on this
We layin' stick, my lyrics is heat
Havin' visions of ritual mirrors inside my sleep - nigga peep
I remember watchin' the news, dead people in jimmy bag
I got a Nine nigga get me mad
And watch me throw up razorblades and get to trippin'
I'm cats and crippin', lickin' is civil like Jack the Ripper
I'm on a mission drippin'-a-fog
An when it sees a million motherfuckers deceased
some of police are brutal hog, I'm actor-baitin'
No hesitation to slice a motherfucker in thirty places
Fuck a case - ain't leavin' traces here to Redder-Dip
I'm aimin' a - automatic find a bitch I'm hangin' up
Protainin' up, boss strangler, better save my mother
Flat packs will end as brothers - the bloody covers
Bloody gloves like Yo-J, AK's my brainwaves
I'll strung a nigga all day to my dear play you won't be comin' back
I put that on my dear pops when I blast a fierce drop
My bloody mask revealin' Jason it's non-stop
The cemetary is what you facin'
My steel shot is smokin' like chainsaws, brains call
recommend that you get your homies and watch your motherfuckin' game fall
(Chorus)
I only like my shit hardcore
(Radzay, South Central L.A. nigga)
I only like my shit hardcore
I only like my shit hardcore
I only like my shit hardcore
(Ice-T)
Prepare for the night that you never wanted
These streets is taunted, blacked out impala with the big rims on it
Hit'cha corner with the lights out, bitch it's on
Duck down wit'cha kids, you know what you did
Motherfuck what your niggas say, watch for the ricochet
it's gonna be hard to hear much, once my trigger spray
That's neither here nor there, just beware
Cause when I bust off my gat flings like a roll flair
You now listenin' to - the most hated and most loved at the same time cuz
Ice nigga what the fuck you wanna do about a T
Most'cha bitch niggas can't fuck with me
Cause your chin-chalked talk I can see through
Like you're rollin' in a phat V-12
Bulllshit - pull quick and have your shit cocked or dropped
Keep a spare clip cause sometimes the shots don't stop
It's motherfuckin' game to rap about, shits' for real
Double action, ain't gotta cock back no more
Got you bitch-ass niggas sweatin' like Taibo
Rather lookin', in my face, I'm just checkin' my flow
So, I advise you to keep it in the studio
Your attittude, you don't wanna meet me dude
My crews' like a fuckin' wild bunch of escaped beasts
Like scientists, cross cells of apes and G's
All the war - get you battle gear, black fatigues
You talk shit, your crews' catch a casualty, uh!
(Chorus)
I only like my shit hardcore
(Ice-T nigga, what?)
I only like my shit hardcore
I only like my shit hardcore
I only like my shit hardcore
(Bazaro)
Aiyyo my style be official, I bust like a pistol
Criminal - the issue, mad shit the nigga been through
Peep now, system, handcuffs nigga listen
Word up, robbin' white boys to buy blunts
The representative - GorTek Assassin thought to be a stallion
Yo I be splashin' Street Wars
The hardcore Ambassador in a black four door Akaror, I attach yours
The Marquise piece, gold teeth and medallion
Heads I be sappin' like the grams I be baggin'
Fightin' women, cut throat and tree smokin'
Violatin', infiltratin', blunt bakin'
Block regulatin', the cake, bake, a brick flippin'
Green expedition thicker to body stickin'
Bazaro, yo I got the hardcore flow
I drop to put a rock from the Bronx y'all know
(Chorus)
I only like my shit hardcore
(Bazaro, Boogie down Bronx baby)
I only like my shit hardcore
(Grip)
On the mic, Grip be flexin'
Who's next to wreck when I mic check, mic check
I'm checkin' any verbal an' steppin'
What the fuck nigga duck you ain't fuckin' with this
Get touched cause I lust to bust when I clutch
with the quickness, killin' lyricist when I spit this
Who's next on my hitlist when I rip this
Lyrically I'm material, the Rap War General
droppin' hoes quicker than a syllable, yeah you killable
Your style, unfillable, wishin' my shit was stillable
I eel for the fuck of it, queen you know I'm lovin' it
Dick, never suckin' it unless I see a buck in it
You need the whip, cluck it kid, I'm furious
Leavin' your crew delirious so you don't take it serious
I'm guessin' you was serious about the West, none test
I got the rep for my niggas on the shaw
Got the ball, fuck the law and yep I wet 'em out
As I proceed to spread 'em out and dead 'em out
Spray 'em out, lay 'em out
Ain't no surprise, come see me with four eyes
Young Grip I'm a prize, prepare for you demise
Recognize I put a hole in the local aforenor
Nigga this is Coroner
(Ice-T)
Gripsta, Oakland, California
I only like my shit hardcore...

Stick up,hands in the air
You move,you lose cause the ice dont care
No chance to run,dont shout
Flinch an inch Im gonna take you out
Grand larcenist,soloist,felonist,vocalist
Crimes my rhyme,but heres a new twist
I aint here for your gold,bro
All I want is the show
This is grand larceny

This is grand larceny (x3)

I lay low for a show,and then I go
Steal the motherfucker then we count the dough
Its kinda like robbin,but its legally done
And now days if it aint legal I dont fuck around
I get a thrill when I ill and a jam is filled
With 10.000 screamin people,now thats the pill
Whos gonna dog the set? the ice will
And once Im in effect its overkill
Kinda like a hold-up.all the tickets sold up
And then the black stretch limo cold rolls up
And then the posse breaks,high off the cold duck
And then I set the mic to show destruct
Even if we open up,it dont mean nothing
I rock the rhymes.e does the cuttin
Call it shownappin I take a hostage a night
Do shit and break out on the next flight
This is grand larceny

Grand larceny

Im a kleptomaniac when a jam is packed
You can fight all night,but youll still get jacked
By the show stealer,crime rhyme dealer
Rap king pin,l.a. big-wheeler
Got a posse so strong they could lift a tank
Rob a bank
But now we steal shows the cops say thanks
Breathe easy cause the syndicate deep
Before we start rappin
They got no sleep
This is grand larceny

Grand larceny

Just give me a beat,give me a stage to stand on
I know that none yall ever planned on
A dude from l.a. who could rock shit this way
Have his record go gold,with no radio play
But it happened,the ice is rappin
Just listen to my fans that are clappin
Or come to my show.sit in the front row
And watch me steal the motherfucker before your ass can say ho
Im like a time bomb,but Im a rhyme bomb
Spray the whole audience with napalm
Or something just as hot,Ill bust a rhyme,why not?
Rap hittin so hard,youll think you shot
Ill take a show and abduct it
Stone cold house it,and if it gets wild
With gasoline Ill douse it
Set it ablaze,and then Ill stomp it out
Many burnt emcees know what Im talkin about
This is grand larceny

Promoters on my tail now
cause they billed me low
Here I am bout to steal another show
So they turn my mic down
Fuck up my audio sound
But too late,we just dogged another town
Rappin like a mac 10,as soon as I begin
The only way to stop the stealin
Is throw me in the pen
But that will never happen
cause Im just cool rappin
My larceny is legal,so sorry captain
I would never steal a rap
But Ill steal a show in a minute
Its as simple as that
An interstate crook,my pistols my rhyme book
Any show that im on is a show thats took
Better watch my left hook,or your jaw will get shook
If my posse gets mad,its best you book
From the grand larcenist,ice-t is my name
Got a rap like a mac,and a game he same

This is grand larceny (x3)

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!!!

[ice-t]
Yeah, shit is going down again!
This motherfuckers want me back in! fuck!
[method man: word up, our niggas is strapped, ready for war!] 4x
Get out the h-k!
Fuck!

Niggaz talking crazy cause they say
That I kill one-a-day motherfucker
Sucker ass busters, did he, did not,
I got more drama with the niggaz from the other side
Call my nigga rich and hes right!

[big rich]
Fuck them niggaz I got a truck full of 38, some bullet shields
Ice, we can send this niggaz all to hell
I never like them niggaz from the gat
Go use to braken my craps and fuck all the motherfuckin hoes!

[ice-t]
Made another car-hit 30 killers on the hip,
Ready to rock, packin, eggin and glocks
Man connections who trips the question
Niggaz on the way to play in a laser rain.

[big rich]
Nigga you got two strikes and I got two strikes
We can feudally no fuckin witness tonight
But if this is what they want is like christmas to me
Its been a long time since the big rich caught a body

[ice-t]
Fuck it, I like the way you think my man
I pack 20 motherfuckers in a ? ? ? van
We bash abd creeo about 12:30, dirty
Nigga be ready to roll, I know you heard me!

[big rich]
Nigga its on, so dont trip Im down
I got to saw ? ? ? and Im ready to claw
Bless the nigga in the face kill his fuckin hoe,
Ice, you dont did this kind of shit with me before!

[method man: word up, our niggas is strapped, ready for war!] 8x
They want me back in!
Niggaz want me back in!
They want me back in!
Damn!

[ice-t]
Niggaz wanne ill, but my nigga get iller,
Streets full of hardcore stone-face killers,
One love my nigga big rich puff
I dont get high, I wanne see some niggaz die!

[big rich]
Yo, some niggaz hit the corner with the lights of ice,
That shit dont look nuthin nice,
But if this niggaz wanne rollin my hood,
Yo then fuck it, brake out the whole world, boys fuckin buck it.

[ice-t]
Niggaz pulled out my crew is ready
Me turn the fire rock the punks steady
When they shoot and stop car look like confetti
Went my ass home jump back in the bed g

[big rich]
Fuck why they wanna fuck with us
When they know my posse is crazy and they down to bust
Big rich take no shit from these busta ass tricks
Check your punk ass nigga like check a bitch

[ice-t]
I got no love for no nigga flippin, trippin on my fam
Got damn, I make l.a. hot as vietnam
But ill niggaz should be left alone,
Please excuse me, while I rest my dome!

[method man: word up, our niggas is strapped, ready for war!] 8x
They want me back in
Niggaz want me back in
They want me back in
Why......niggaz want me back in?

1-2, 1-2-1-2-3, I'm the emcee called Ice-T
That's DJ Evil E, Islam creates the beats
You girls look so sexy
I wish you all were up here with me
You drive me crazy with those big ole butts
Girl, Let's Get Butt Naked And Fuck!
Tonight,I wanta make this real clear,dear
I've no time to whisper in your ear
No time to remove our fears
I just wanta get near
Get butt naked and roll around
Move our bodies like up and down
Do that stuff that your mama call smut!
Girl, Let's Get Butt Naked And Fuck!
Come on,you know you wanta do it,too
It's good to me,and it's good to you
I only speak what's true
You say you don't,but I know you do
Come on up to my room
We'll undress by the light of the moon
Lay down and I'll caress that butt
Girl, Let's Get Butt Naked And Fuck!
I mean real stupid and nasty
I know what you wnat,so you don't have to ask me
Just lay back and I'll operate
Jimbraski will go to work and penetrate
And then we'll both feel great
Make your move tonight,girl,don't hesitate
We both want it,don't make it tough
Girl, Let's Get Butt Naked And Fuck!
Homeboys,you know the situation
You're trying to rap but they give you frustration
Nose in the air,turnin' you down
When you really wanta say! "Yo baby let's get down"
But you don't,you keep frontin'
Kickin' conversation,ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
When all that's really on your mind is what?
"Yo baby L.G.B.N.A.F."
That's right if you're a man you want it
If you're a woman you tease him and flaunt it
But my crew got to have it
And after they dog it,I autograph it
The SYNDICATE don't lecture
We move in a group,seduce and capture
And if the posse has good luck
Girl, Let's Get Butt Naked And Fuck!
ISLAM takes the pictures
And girls,I'm a say EVIL E's gonna get ya
Get ya illin' in a nude mode
A double X-rated episode
Hotel rooms cold explode,when my posse unloads
Sex in effect when we're on the road
Girl, Let's Get Butt Naked And Fuck!
Throw your hands up in the air
If you love sex I know you're out there
Safe sex that is,ya gotta be careful with this 88 sex biz
But that's another song
Girls,move your bodies sexy and the brothers will come along
Homeboys,move in on that butt and say!
Girl, Let's Get Butt Naked And Fuck!

* also on thats how Im livin ep (japanese release)

(intro)
Yeah,syndicates in the house
Yeah,geto boys in the house
Yeah,donald ds in the house
Yeah,body counts in the house
Yeah,zulu nations in the house
Yeah,ice ts in the house,yeah

(verse one)

You go on and on and you dont stop
Got sticky sneakers from the blood of a shot cop
Belt and a club,Im leaving tracks on the white rug
Punk tried to rif and he met double-live slugs
I aint the nigger to step to
Im catching bodies and the next one could be you
Quick on the trigger,yo,Im a gravedigger
Drop off a a body and deep sixem in the river
A nice talking psychopath
All cops hunt the black male in a skimask
But Im too damn clever
Will they ever catch me,never
Because I operate in and out of state
Move at a quick rate
And never hesitate to take a chump sucker down
And my h-k it holds 80 rounds
So when you move be careful and dont play
And watch for the ricochet

Suicide,its a suicide,yeah (x8)

(verse two)

So shut up motherfuckers as I laid the ink
When Im in detroit,niggers fight in mink
When Im in chicago,motherfuckers get buck wild
When Im up in oakland
Niggers rolling in huge piles
In atlanta,niggers crash you doors
When Im in philly,its a sold out tour
In l.a.,i max out real hard
When Im in new york,i bill with the gods
So dont try to deny me my proper juice
E.cuts the records and the yellow nigger gets loose
No static,just much respect
Truck my rolex when I cruise the projects
A fly brother that is hard to figure
I punch hos and I smack up niggers
Because Im a pimp and a player
Sometimes I bum hip-hop,the other times slayer
You dont like it
Well stay out of my fucking way
Duck for the gunshot and watch to the ricochet

Suicide,its a suicide,yeah (x3)

Cmon yeah (x7)

(verse three)

Yo d.,whats up? ,suckers is popping lip
Grab the h-k and the dum-dum clip and spread out
Im putting punks heads out
Doors is shut,theres no chance to get out
I got the motherfucking side with bi clocks
Raise the auto-loader and let off the buckshot

(sounds of gunfire)

Thats how I like to do work

(gunfire again)

Got guts on my t-shirt
Motherfuckers tried to play the ice
Because I rhyme smooth
And on t.v. act nice
Saw,thats what you shouldnt have said
Now Im so mad Im busting veins in my forehead
You want to get off,come on lets rock
But have your safety off,and your shit cocked
Because when I come to get that ass
Ill leave your whole block filled with hot brass
So punk,dont make me pop my trunk
Show you my amps and my mossberg pump
Because when I pull it most niggers run
Fool niggers stay and get hit by the ricochet

Suicide,its a suicide,yeah (x8)

(verse four)

Niggers want to know about me and the......
We squashed that shit with me and him about a year ago
But theres a new rule starting tonight
Disme on a record,see me bite
Because in a daze,you saw a battle of mics

(sounds of gunfire)

Im using gages and flashlights
Ease back and dont give me no feedback
Yo,ice cool out,yo,fuck that
Im hot,Im putting niggers in cots
Some get knocked out,some just get shot
Where did I get all the juice I used
Gotta posse full of brothers with nothing to lose
Some just got out,some will never
Some beat the cases cause their lawyer was clever
I loveem all and they know thats true
So they wont blink while they doing a punk like you
Freeze motherfucker
Get on your knees,hands behind you back
Bow your heads,if you will please
Ill swing my axe,watch the bodies fall
Watch your head roll off like volleyball
So all you motherfuckers down with the fly guy
Look me in the face,like youre strong when you walk by
And all you punk niggers talking shit
Step to the side,bow your head like a bitch
I dont play,youll get hit by the ricochet

Youll get hit by the ricochet
Youll get hit by the ricochet

Yeah

Yo, ice, you been down with the struggle for a long time, man...
Why dont you drop some knowledge for these brothers who
Want to get involved in this war...

Take notes: real gangstas wear trench coats
Grey suits, black ties and they seek votes
And youre not to be misled
Theyll kill you in your fuckin bed
They dont sell dope, yo, excuse me, yes they do
But they dont look that much like me or you
But if you pull up the sheets and expose them
Theyll crawl up like snakes and show fangs of venom
Now Ive been soldier for years
Representin the tattooed tears
Other brothas locked up with no choice
Left in the bowels of devil with no voice
My phones are tapped, my crib is bugged
My car is tailed from club to club
And this aint no fuckin joke
They want to see a nigga broke
You cant slip, if you slip youre out
You gotta know what youre talkin about
Drop science every chance you get
Hit direct and indirect, speak in code
Cause youre never alone
Thats why I use this low tone
Follow this and you might grow older
This is a message to the soldiers...

Now they killed king and they shot x
Now they want me, you could be next
All you gotta do is speak too loud
All you gotta be is be too proud
Cause once you letem know
Who you are and where youre at
You better watch your back
Cause you might think youre just dope
While youre livin in a snipers scope
Im not tryin to scare you
But theres a danger if you get too deep
Some nights I dont sleep
All you wanna do is tell the truth
All you wanna do is save the youth
Ice cube knows, souljah knows, p.e. knows
They throw death blows
And if you got kids or a girl thats true
Theyll move on them too
But when Im gone I need you to carry on
You gotta be strong and fight for our salvation
But there will be retaliation, soldier...

To think that rap could be attacked
Is ignorin the simple fact
That they never ment us to speak
They had planned to keep the black man weak
But rap hit the streets
Black rage amplified over dope beats
Now they want to shut us down
And they dont fuck around
Check the history books, son
Black leaders die young
They tell us that your words are scary
Theyre revolutionary
Because we speak the truth
About crime and drugs
And expose the real thugs
This info is not beneficial
To the groups that go by three initals
So they try to discredit
Theyll dog you with an edit
Print the words the way you never said it
But we gotta makeem regret it, soldiers...

Word! I know a lot of brothas out there want to get in this war...
You know what Im sayin? a lot of sistas got a lot of knowledge
To drop on our people but right now theyre movin to shut down
All hip-hop! the first amendment had absolutely nothin to do
With black people at the time constitution was written, we were
Considered nothin but property...the expectation of havin black
People speak on records never came to mind, so we gotta move!
But belive me all the black leaders have been silenced and most
Of the time its been violent so if you choose to get in this war,
Realize what youre in for but we gotta move on...
And we gotta stay strong...

Message to the soldiers, welcome to the struggle...
Message to the soldiers, be careful, soldiers...

Upon intial contact with ice-ts 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 jaargon,
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
Antidisestblishmentarianism who
Embodies the entire spectrum of the
Urban experience and struggle.
But to make things more plain and
Simple to the lymn, I find ice-t to be
The dopest, flyist, o.g. pimp hustler
Gangster plyer hardcore
Motherfucker living today.

To be honest Im totally and
Irrevocably on his dick

[erick sermon]
Yo whassup, this the e-double,
Green-eyed-bandit youknowhatimsayin?
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 thats 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 youre funny
More guns and more money, think about it
Youre dead Im livin
Youre fuckin with the unforgiven - nigga what?
West sides up - l.a., nigga bounce all day
Look in my eyes, what you see aint no bitch or pimp
Nigga from the central and Im gonna stay rich
Nightmares of bein broke keep me flowin like this
Weak niggas - youre 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 thats 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 thats 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 thats 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
Its ninety-eight, its 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-fos 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 Im rippin my rows

[chorus: ice-t]
Rock your hammers back cussers thats 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 thats 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 thats 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
Its ninety-eight, its 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...

Emcees no time out,its time to rhyme out
Youve dug your own grave,now you must climb out
Dig out,crawl out,hide from the fallout
cause when I get mad I go all out
Ice cooler than the coldest cube,dude
And when Im micin,boy,Im know to get rude
Criminal background,its time to get down
I use a silencer,dont like the loud sound
Off my mic blast,you better run fast
The last punk that popped junk passed
Spit on his grave,laughed,jumped in my stretch
Signed his bitch an autograph
Syndicate boy,i dont fool out
Youre full grown,schools out
You try to diss? ..i think you better cool out
cause your butt is smoke,if we ever duel out
This jam is directed,to all of those who expected
For me to cold be rejected,but now Im highly respected
And now their ears are infected
With dollar signs Ive collected
Jealous punks,i said it!

Personal
Take a personal

Take it personal,punk,Im talkin to you
And if they agree with you,then your crew too
I never diss an emcee,i wishem all good luck
But if you diss me to my face,duck
My style dont ramble,you shouldnt gamble
With your grill,i got a fist like an anvil
I write a record,lock it on the topic
Evil and iz dog the track,then we drop it
Record stores rock it,stock it,fans buy it
People that never heard of ice-t try it
Then you try to diss? you got gall
I got gold on my neck and gold on my wall
Gold in my fingers,gold in my ear
When this jams spinnin,golds what you hear
Toy,this aint christimas,no time to play
I aint no child,punk,youll get sprayed
Illin on a mega-villan
You must want a pine box to go chill in
Buried deep,creep,no one will weep
cause the next night with your bitch Ill sleep

Personal
Take it personal

I aint east coast,west coast,new style,or old style
You wanna know about me? check police files
Get out my face or you might have a bruised one
Brass knuckle prints? yes,i used some
I aint here to boast,i dont do that
When I talk its straight dope,pure facts
I rock hard but still called a new jack
But talk shit,youre sure to get heard cracked
I dont drink or smoke or do dumb drugs
But my posses still labeled street thugs
L.a.p.ds got all my boys mugs
Cant use my phone for the damn bugs
I live in privacy,dont like suckers hawking me
News reporters,some think they can talk for me
Lies,misquotes,changin all my words around
But if I catchem on the street theyll get beat down
They get money for hype-type publicity
They dont think twice,about dissin me
But thats a mistake,with tha syndicate you shoudnt mess
I hope those punk reporters wear vests!

Personal
Take that personal

Now the words I speak to some may sound radical
But Ill explain,its simply mathematical
You diss,i diss,this is creates an equal
You reply to my diss,this is called a sequel
I reply to your diss,this is called a battle
Not intelligent,not very adult
So I dont battle,i just put heads out
A straight line is always the direct route
I write lyrics clear,to leave no doubt
Dont even have to say who Im speakin about
You know who you are,you just jealous
cause you hear my records are million sellers
Try to say Im wack,out on the streets
While your whole crew is jockin my beats
See me on t.v. and in the papers
See me at a jam,and catch vapors!

Personal

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 aint true
The boys arms broke
Girls scared to speak
Their parents drink all day
Couple of dead beats
Some days they go to school
And other days they might
Its 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?
Theyre only children man!)

You aint no fuckin kid
Act like you give a damn!
Wont someone save these kids
Do something, call a cop

The other night I heard gun shots!

"Yo whats up man? Yeah I gotta trunk fulla this shit
Word, broads still with me man, comin over to grapevine right now
Yo I can't talk right now man, I gotta get off this phone"
Damn, how'd I get into this scam
Roll in a car with the trunk worth 5000 grand
I came up from the curb, word
First thing it rocks, now my ride's packin crazy birds
I gotta freak in the front seat
She got crazy game, might even have more than me
And thats why I don't trust, I ain't no busta
One wrong move and I'll dust her
But she knows that, keeps a gat
Works much plastic, always stays on phat
She said she loves me
Looks deep in my eyes, sometimes cries, all lies
She only loves my cash flow, long dough
The falso love of a pimp and a hoe
But me and her gotta job to do
Get this luggage back to the crew
She got scanner, I hadta listen to the pigs talk
And if they speakin about us then its jumpin off
But I ain't sweatin them at all
2 cops'll roll up and 2 cops'll fall
The lines on the highway, I'm makin my mind drift away
To my last jail stay
5 years for a 459
I'm never goin back, no matter what the crime
Surrenderin ain't me
Fuck that, I'm holdin court in the street G
For a nigga like me there ain't no ounce
My life filled with drug busts and shoot outs
Pure ghetto anger, pure ghetto anger
Pure ghetto anger, I'm addicted to danger
Some nights I crash clubs
Rollin with the posse made of well-known thugs
Cool out with the freaks
Truckin much jewels, beggin for beef
Thens some niggaz roll up
Lookin for a way to pump the reps up
But I ain't the one
I'm handin out beat downs, no need for guns
Sometimes I gotta ask myself
Is all this buck whylin good for a niggaz health?
I don't know why
Am I suicidal, do I wanna die?
The answerin, simple
A headache throbs in my temple
It says it ain't fair, it says it ain't right
It says its goin down tonight
We finally made it to the drop spot
King and Weston Ave, snoody fox
The posse was there, but it ain't right
Fuckin police lights
Its all goin down that road blocks
I never seen that many cops
It was a setup, my whole damn crew's gettin wet up
Big time, some motherfucker dropped a dime
But even in the flurry of gun shots
My adrenaline was boilin hot
I crash down on the floor of the ride
Punch the gas, drove that benz through they punk ass
Hit Vernor doin 90
Looked in the rear-view, no one behind me
I got on the phone
Called up the homies to see what went wrong
But no time to sweat that
I still gotta trunk fulla shit, I was on phat
I just need a cool place to hide
Dumped the benzo, slammed the G ride
Me and a freak hit a motel crash spot
The streets was hot
Rubbed me down, said she adored me
Said the gunfire made her horny
The she pushed me back on the bed
Licked me head to toe, toe to head
Then I closed my eyes real slowly
Is this love? No not me
Then I felt a pain in my chest
The smell of gun powder and burnt flesh
I looked in her face, opened my mouth
And then her badge came out

He yo, ice
This guy here say he wants to get in, man
Youre sure homeboys ready?
Yo ice, this nigga said hes ready, man
Yo, kid youre sure you wanna be down with this, right?
Yeah, Im sure, Im ready
Aight
Know what youre in for, right?

[ verse 1 ]
Blood flows like sands in the hourglass
Cash moves everything
Bitches in g strings
Gats flashin, mothers make cream on a stick move
Improve your dope flow
Cold max with the long dough
High rollin, back breakin plot diggers
The ill niggas
Comanche style
Blood letting weapons of death
Stop your breath
If you trip on the click
A hot thump to your chest
And your back just rips
You wanna be a made man
The fam accepts no mistakes
Chopped up bodies, lots of funeral wakes
Make your bones
Bring a rat back dead just ahead
A cops better
Use this beretta
Snitch, bet your bitch
She in a pre-dug ditch
Cause I command a whole batallion of life takers
Plus the other bosses wanna see yo guts
Check your nuts
Dump the bodies in the desert
Heres the keys to a truck
Me, Im overloaded, born hard and scarred
Crime intellect
More complex than nerves in your spinal chord
Bank job my forte
Not off of gunplay
Hostage taker
I killed my brother with a salt shaker
He tried to short me a buck
What the fuck?
A nigga that lies
Is a nigga that dies
No cries for the punk
He got trunked and bombed
Since he tried to steal I chainsawed his arm
I drink blood from a cup when I wanna then
Plus the bosses up north made me kill my friend
They told me, this aint no game, kid, youre in it
Youre down with the syndicate, but never admit it

[ chorus ]
Muthafucka, now youre down for life
Rat on the fam and well kill your wife
Fuck up a scam and youll feel the knife
Who is this?
(the syndicate does not exist)

[ verse 2 ]
A thousand kis, off-shore private yacht
Really aint no sweat, coast guard and customs are bought
Columbian-mexicano connect
Raise the bet
One dea woudnt roll, we pulled his tongue through his neck
Just a message to the rest: dont test
Housing developments are built on the bodies
Of punks who wouldnt party
Big shots are called from the pens inner sanctum
Where the mega-gees
Regulate the streets, fuck release
They got power that you cant comprehend, my friend
They want you dead, yo, youre dead before the daylight ends
Your eyes shiver and you grit your teeth
You sold your soul, now cold bloods how you get relief
Now you do what we do, say what I say
Muthafucka, dont blink unless I say okay
This is a organization, not a one-man gang
And you die if I ever hear you spilled my name

[ chorus ]

My friend, I thought this day would never come
(what do you mean, man? hey!)
Who was there when your wife had your first child?
(hey, why youre lookin at me like that, man? )
Who looked out for you when no one else was there?
(hey, Im your friend, man!)
Now words out youre talkin to the feds about me
(..they lyin, man)
Theres only one thing I can do
(hey man, wait a -)
You treat me like a bitch
(hey yo - )
( *shots* )
Now look at you!
Look at you, muthafucka!
Now look at you!

[ verse 3 ]
Cops on the take, I got moves to make
Feds aint that easy, I still got em to shake
They had my mans bitch wired for a month and a half
Snatched my nigga up in aspen, bails five million
Bounced him out in a hour - power
Went and met him quick, hit him with a ice pick
Cant take no chances, he romancin with whores
No tellin what he spilled when behind closed doors
The fams protection and loyalty is top priority
Violate, your body is found in three states
Cargo is heat on a hong kong cruiser
? ? ? contact ? ? ?
No cash, they want a ton of crystal meth
High riskll bring more riches than the national debt
We launder money through he s&ls and pro-ball teams
Aint no business untouched when it comes to cream
Documents forged from my hitters from jamaica
In and out of town before you hit the ground
This is the mob, baby, now youre on, no off-switch
Suffocation ? ? ? you snitch

[ chorus ]

All right! when we go up in this goddamn house
All I want is the motherfuckin kids!
As far as pops I dont give a fuck what you do...
Bust him in his motherfuckin head!
If he got any money, take it!
If there is money there, rob the motherfuckin joint!
As far as moms bust her in her goddamn head!
Dumb bitch, thats the reason were going up in there!
She dont know what the fuck shes talkin about!

Everyone get back, this is a rap jack
Im takin your kids brains, you aint gettinem back
With a move of perfection, my dissection
Some call it lethal injection
Im gonna fillem with hard drums
Big drums, bitches, hoes and death, come on and get some
Im not the nigga that you want to leave your kids alone
Cause I got my own opening-dome kit
And once again Im gonna put them under my fuckin spell
They might start givin you fuckin hell
Start changin the way they walk
They talk, they act, now, whose fuckin fault is that?
The home invader...

Yo, moms you can basically just suck my dick!
This is a home invasion...
Yo, pops that shit you talkin is noise! word! you full of shit!

Check this out, moms, I said time bomb
And they sit in your house and remain calm
Till you feedem lies and the flip
Start talkin crazy shit (fuck you!)
Might call you and pops a fool
Tell ya thats why they hate school
Been offensive and askin questions
Give your brain indigestion
Why? why? because I have indoctrinated the youth
Yheyre mentally intoxicated with truth
So they know the noise you talk are lies
Pretty damn soon theyll be by (Im outta here)
They listen to me and I giveem the real
And every night caps get peeled
And every night a ho gets smacked
A fool gets jacked
Now, whose fuckin fault was that?
The home invaders...

Yo! yo! yo!
All that shit you taught me, mom, was full of shit!
Know what Im sayin?
How the fuck you gonna tell me to run my motherfuckin life?
Bitch! you dont even know who the fuck you are!
You talkin about you dont like rap, you dont like how I dress!
Yo! fuck you and pops! Im outta here!
Both of yall can kiss my ass...

All cops want me, so does the f.b.i.
Because my rhymes are fly
They still tryin to stop m,e shut me down block me
Make motherfuckas boycott me
But that will never happen, its impossible
I move straight through all obstacles
They say Im fuckin up the minds of little kids
But half of my fans are in college
P.m.r.c. suck my dick, please
You can kiss my ass while youre on your knees
Word! youre listening to the verbal assassinator
Es the crossfader, your factual updater
Until your cranium grows like uranium
Hard as titanium, parents, Im blaminem
For teachin you lies about life, racist viewpoints
And other trite bullshit they learned back in the day
While I learned about death from an a.k.
But theyll never quite understand
Bam, bam, bam, no gat is the walkman
Boom, bash, yeah, yo, its goin down
Me and ice cube are in town
But the fuckin pigs cancelled the concert
Theyre just scared of some niggers that do work
What they do? what did I do?
Just say truth motherfucka and its comin through
I tell you what we did: we stole your fuckin kids
The home invader...

All right! we got the motherfuckin kids!
We outta here! cmon...

Verse 1

(today in los angeles another youth loses his life. gunshot wound to
The head. street violence is at an all-time high)

No jokin, Im sleepin with my eyes open
Wanted for a homicide ride, the guns still smokin
Didnt know what I was doin but did it anyway
Now the posses on my trail, they say Im gonna pay (run!)
I had a gun, its mine and I packed it
Out with my crew, the boys caught some static
Me and this sucker punk went at it
Bang! nine automatic

Hunted child
Im the hunted child

Verse 2

(sources say the assailant was 17-years old and lives in south-central
Los angeles)

Now Im on a hideout tip cos theyre after me
Lapd says theyre gonna capture me
Was I crazy? I guess I had to be
Cos once you kill its instant catastrophe
Your whole life is over (through!)
Forget about your girl your (crew!)
Nowhere to run, so what you gonna do?
Be glad its me, homeboy, and not you

The hunted child
Im the hunted child
Hunted child
Im the hunted child

Verse 3

Im only 17, I didnt mean to kill, man
But I was slangin and bangin for the thrill, man
When they said (kill!) I felt chill, man
But once I pulled the trigger, boy, then things got ill, man
My homeboys dipped out the back fast
Left me alone in the echo of the gun blast
Everybody saw my face, I didnt wear a mask
You wanna know my name? just ask

The hunted child
Im the hunted child
Hunted child
Im the hunted child

(the science of capitalism which you teach to the youth on the streets
Today with the ends justifying the means mentality aint happenin)

Verse 4

Im sweatin heavy cos my face is on tv
Everybody in this whole worlds after me
Since I was young I never had a damned thing
At christmas time Id hate to hear the bells ring
Cos in the ghetto santa aint got a dime
Your mothers standin in the welfare line
The way the youth survive is crime
My life is over so I might as well speak my mind
I killed a brother cos this system had me geared to kill
Cos what I call home you call hell
My ghetto quarters aint no better than a jail cell
But theres a message in this story that Im tryna tell
Were just brothers on the streets killin brothers
This system has us geared to kill one another
Sellin dope to poison each other
The plan of the man, word to the mother
But Im a sucker cos I fell into their plan
187, I killed a brother man
My life on earth was hell, you understand?
But when I die Im goin to hell again

Im the hunted child Im the hunted child Im the hunted child the
Hunted child

Im the hunted child

Im the hunted child

Verse one:

Magnificent rhymer, ill beat designer
If they ask you if Im def. dont front and say kinda
Merciless. meticulous. so fresh its rediculous
Raised in the heart of los a-n-g-e-l-e-s

King word connector. vocal projector
Your girl tried to jock me. I had to reject her
Always adventurous voice some say is sensuous
Im on the mic so I think I better mention this

I dont like gucci, fila, louie or fendi
Those are fads and I aint trendy
But wheter your names lucy, terry, laura or cindy
Ice got beef and this aint wndys

Bust allmenn move while Im 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 cashi
Rhyme pays ----!!

Verse 2:

Moves must be busted, girls cant 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 wont get out of my face

I dont mean to diss her, but do you kiss her ?
Look at her hips, shes got those 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 a set
Because my jams be crazt packed with all fly ladies
Im talkin def girlies and I dont mean maybe

The way I rhyme no one will ever slay me
And I aint lyin rhyme do pay me !

Rhyme pays ---- !!

Verse three:

Im notorious, Im infamous. like a snake Im venomous
For those who may diss I think you shoul consider this
I can make a rhyme comlicated as a puzzle
Dangerous and as violenl 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 cant control em my friend

I try to edit what Im rasppin about
But I cant write polite my anger just jumps out !!
Perpetrators in the business claim their hard as hell
Talkin that gangster shit, known theyre soft as jell-

Oh! better chill out before I ill out
And my negative potential just might ne spill out
And then this record wont be gettin played
Ill 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 rcord stays in the grooves
My body cuts like jason its easy to prove
That evel e is the great. his cuts are real not fake
Not emulated effects or a play back tape

So suckers witness your fate while evel demonstartes
Im bout to get off this nic. e. dog the break - kick it !

Verse five:

Like me if ya wanta. diss me if youre gonna
But my jam will still be kickin on your neighborhood corner
As my bass is maxn out the v.u.s on your box
Therell be no doubt within your mind wheter this mc do rock

Like granite. I planned it. so you could understand it
If someones talkin when Im rhymin
Then just say. damn shut up !

While ice is breakin the boy dont be fakin
Maybe theyre just jealous of the dollars Im makin
But youre down with me. you know God gifted me
Black kids say Im trech, white kids say Im nifty

Spell out my name ya go i-c-e-t
But right now its time for evel e to hit me!

Verse six:

Rhyme pays. buys my food every night and day
Pays my rent my bills I guess Im 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 jumbled. competitors crumble as they witness mic attack
And the microphone rumbles like hurricane

I maim. sometimes I go insane
Step toward my rep and I inflict the pain !
No shame ice capital its my name !!
Damn there I go illin out again !!!!

-rhyme pays-

Im rollin up in a big gray bus
And Im shackled down
Myself thats 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 its time for chow
My first prison meal
The whole feeling was foul
It wasnt 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 Im 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 flyn
Took two men out
Thn they rushed everybody
Back to their cells
Damn the pen is different than
The county jail
Im in a one man cell
I know my lifes 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 dont plaay
I saw a brother kill another
Cause he said he was gay
But thats 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