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Ice M.F. T lyrics
Yeah! 1993, I'm back motherfucker, this is Ice T.
Got my nigga Ice Cube in the motherfuckin house.
Yeah! Up here in the ammo dump studios I got my
nigga Aladdin, SLJ's in the motherfuckin place,
behind the mixin boards,
we about to do dis shit like this here!
[Verse 1:]
It's goin down tonight in L.A.
Buckshot and uzis spray
Microphone blowa
The bitch checka
The ho wrecka
Ice motherfuckin T
Nigga step to me
But grab ya hoes quick
Cause the Syndicate's throwin that crazy dick
Punk motherfuckers run up
You'll get done up
We'll have your ass gunned up
Before sun-up
So what's the color I'm raggin
Been a millionare for years
Still saggin
Left pocket's stuffed with the
.380 in my right so it sags a little bit
More than the rest of my gear
When I'm on tour
I empty clips
Bust lips
And break jaws
Cause I love to loc up
So punk motherfucker don't choke up
When you're talkin to me
[Chorus:]
Ice, Ice motherfuckin T [x4]
[Verse 2:]
Bush, Quayle and Clinton got a problem with me:
The motheruckin T
I give less than a fuck about any of them
Or their fuckin police friends
They'd like to take me out
Make me a goner
They even tryin to sweat Time Warner
Why
For tellin the truth to the youth
That a lot of motherfuckers are hot
And want police shot
You can't stop the shock ()
The fires are out
But the coals are still hot
I got juice to bring pain
You tryin to fuck with the Ice
Are you insane
This shit is bigger than me
Be warned
It's the calm before the storm
And every fuckin thing I write
Is gonna be analyzed by somebody white
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Run motherfucker, hide motherfucker, trip motherfucker, die motherfucker
You don't give love
And you won't get loved
You don't push
And you won't get shoved
No joke
I ain't here to laugh
I ain't here to cry
But every night of the week
One of my homies die
Eeny meeny mynie moe
Blood's pourin out the naps of your afro
It could be you
Could be you
Could be you
Could be your whole damn crew
It happens real quick
Screechin tires
Next thing you're hit
Your body's cold
Your body's hot
You feel your chest
You gasp for breath
You're shot
And now your homies is trippin'
Lookin for a gat to put they clip in
Street crime-
That's the thing I bring, Ice T
I rap sing
They call it controversy
I call it truth with no mercy
The beats are phat Ammo Dump tracks
The kind that make speakers crack
Not made for squares
Or the weak punks
That made the bump trunks
Press-
Get the fuck out my fuckin face
I ain't got no more time to waste
A ho is a ho, a bitch is a bitch, a nigga is a nigga
And that's it
I'm through explainin the shit
You just makin me backtrack
The next duck reporter might get hit with a blackjack
Plus
Every one of my true fans
Totally understands
A nigga like me
[Chorus (x2)]
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Freedom of Speech lyrics
The Girl Tried to Kill Me lyrics
Hit the Deck lyrics
The Hunted Child lyrics
The Iceberg lyrics
Lethal Weapon lyrics
Peel Their Caps Back lyrics
You Played Yourself lyrics
Shut Up, Be Happy lyrics
This One's For Me lyrics
99 Problems lyrics
Addicted to Danger lyrics
I Ain't New Ta This lyrics
G Style lyrics
Gotta Lotta Love lyrics
Home Invasion lyrics
That's How I'm Livin lyrics
It's On lyrics
Message To The Soldier lyrics
Body Count lyrics
Bitches 2 lyrics
Fried Chicken lyrics
Mic Contract lyrics
Ed lyrics
Escape From The Killing Fields lyrics
Fly By lyrics
First Impression lyrics
Lifestyles Of The Rich And Infamous lyrics
Midnight lyrics
Mind Over Matter lyrics
New Jack Hustler lyrics
O.G. Original Gangster lyrics
Prepared To Die lyrics
Pulse of the Rhyme lyrics
Straight Up Nigga lyrics
The House lyrics
The Tower lyrics
Ziplock lyrics
Drama lyrics
Heartbeat lyrics
Grand Larceny lyrics
L.G.B.N.A.F. lyrics
Personal lyrics
Power lyrics
I'm Your Pusher lyrics
High Rollers lyrics
Radio Suckers lyrics
Cramp Your Style lyrics
Forced to Do Dirt lyrics
Dear Homie lyrics
How Does it Feel lyrics
I Must Stand lyrics
Inside of a Gangsta lyrics
Make the Loot Loop lyrics
Pimp Anthem lyrics
Rap Games Hijacked lyrics
Return of the Real lyrics
The 5th lyrics
The Lane lyrics
They Want Me Back In lyrics
Where the Shit Goes Down lyrics
Intro lyrics
6'n The Mornin' lyrics
Make it Funky lyrics
Somebody Gotta Do It (Pimpin' Ain't Easy!!!) lyrics
409 lyrics
I Love Ladies lyrics
Sex lyrics
Pain lyrics
Squeeze the Trigger lyrics
7th Deadly Sin (Intro) lyrics
Don't Hate The Playa lyrics
Check Your Game lyrics
Get Your Moneyman lyrics
NY, NY lyrics
Valuable Game lyrics
Eye Of The Storm lyrics
Always Wanted To Be A Ho lyrics
Fuck It lyrics
CJ Mac Interlude lyrics
Retaliation lyrics
Threat Interlude lyrics
Check Your Heart lyrics
Sondoobiest Interlude lyrics
Common Sense lyrics
God Forgive Me lyrics
Ice's Exodus lyrics
Reckless (12") lyrics
Depths of Hell lyrics
Colors lyrics
Pimpin' Ain't Easy (Godfather Theme) lyrics
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