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Personal lyrics
Emcee's no time out,it's time to rhyme out
You've dug your own grave,now you must climb out
Dig out,crawl out,hide from the fallout
'Cause when I get mad I go all out
ICE cooler than the coldest cube,dude
And when I'm micin',boy,I'm know to get rude
Criminal background,it's time to get down
I use a silencer,don't like the loud sound
Off my mic blast,you better run fast
The last punk that popped junk passed
Spit on his grave,laughed,jumped in my stretch
Signed his bitch an autograph
Syndicate boy,I don't fool out
You're full grown,school's out
You try to diss..I think you better cool out
'Cause your butt is smoke,if we ever duel out
This jam is directed,to all of those who expected
For me to cold be rejected,but now I'm highly respected
And now their ears are infected
With dollar signs I've collected
Jealous punks,I said it!
Personal
Take a personal
Take it personal,punk,I'm talkin' to you
And if they agree with you,then your crew too
I never diss an emcee,I wish'em all good luck
But if you diss me to my face,duck
My style don't ramble,you shouldn't gamble
With your grill,I got a fist like an anvil
I write a record,lock it on the topic
EVIL and IZ dog the track,then we drop it
Record stores rock it,stock it,fans buy it
People that never heard of ICE-T try it
Then you try to diss You got gall
I got gold on my neck and gold on my wall
Gold in my fingers,gold in my ear
When this jam's spinnin',gold's what you hear
Toy,this ain't Christimas,no time to play
I ain't no child,punk,you'll get sprayed
Illin' on a mega-villan
You must want a pine box to go chill in
Buried deep,creep,no one will weep
'Cause the next night with your bitch I'll sleep
Personal
Take it personal
I ain't East Coast,West Coast,new style,or old style
You wanna know about me Check police files
Get out my face or you might have a bruised one
Brass knuckle prints Yes,I used some
I ain't here to boast,I don't do that
When I talk it's straight dope,pure facts
I rock hard but still called a new jack
But talk shit,you're sure to get heard cracked
I don't drink or smoke or do dumb drugs
But my posse's still labeled street thugs
L.A.P.D's got all my boy's mugs
Can't use my phone for the damn bugs
I live in privacy,don't like suckers hawking me
News reporters,some think they can talk for me
Lies,misquotes,changin' all my words around
But if I catch'em on the street they'll get beat down
They get money for hype-type publicity
They don't think twice,about dissin' me
But that's a mistake,with tha SYNDICATE you shoudn't mess
I hope those punk reporters wear vests!
Personal
Take that personal
Now the words I speak to some may sound radical
But I'll explain,it's simply mathematical
You diss,I diss,this is creates an equal
You reply to my diss,this is called a sequel
I reply to your diss,this is called a battle
Not intelligent,not very adult
So I don't battle,I just put heads out
A straight line is always the direct route
I write lyrics clear,to leave no doubt
Don't even have to say who I'm speakin' about
You know who you are,you just jealous
'Cause you hear my records are million sellers
Try to say I'm wack,out on the streets
While your whole crew is jockin' my beats
See me on T.V. and in the papers
See me at a jam,and catch vapors!
Personal
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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
Ice M.F. T 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
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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