OK check this out, I got crazy posse. I got the stupidest motherfuckin' posse in the whole goddamn city. You fuck with me I'll snatch out your car. Right in front of your goddamned bitch.
Trigger the Gambler. Iceberg. I'm Smooth the Hustler. So come check us out,. sex money guns dot com. . You know smooth man no matter, no matter how much I love a bitch man I.
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.
Squeeze the trigger. . Rampage on stage,my crews in a rage. Searched my posse,found the Uzi but missed the 12 gauge. Maniac,I'm a rhyme brainiac,livin' on the edge of a razor.
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My lifestyles crazy,I'm luxury lazy. So much gold that jewelry don't phase me. Coroless phone,eight or nine homes. Girlies on my Jammie with Ice-T Jones.
(intro). Yeah,Syndicate's in the house. Yeah,Geto Boys in the house. Yeah,Donald D's in the house. Yeah,Body count's in the house. Yeah,Zulu Nation's in the house.
Sex in the morning,sex at night,sex in the afternoon's alright. Ain't a man on earth,that can stay alive. Without a, sex drive. . Sex (x4). . I was in a contest to rock the world.
Shawnie Shawn ]. Yo, what's goin on Ice?. [ Ice-T ]. Yo what's up Shawnie Shawn?. Man, just trippin off this girl, man. [ Shawnie Shawn ]. Girls?. You?.
Yo, what's up with all these niggas. On these muthafuckin records talkin all this bullshit. (Man, I don't know about these niggas out here. Them other sucker-ass niggas, them old fake-ass bitches).
Verse one:. . Magnificent rhymer, Ill beat designer. If they ask you if I'm def. Don't front and say kinda. Merciless. Meticulous. So fresh it's rediculous.
People, it's time for the Ice crush. So listen to my words I bring much. Sense, as I commence, my lyrics intense. Your telephoto, break out your big lens.
Yeah. Too many hardcore mothafuckas out here in this business. Ain't gettin their proper loot. You know what I'm sayin?. (Right). Check the technique.
Every year the same shit happens. More fuckin' funerals, dead homies. Niggas out here killin' each other. I don't know why. And when it happens to you.
Watch me flip and rip. On the freedom tip. Open your mind. See the point of the ice pick. I stand tall. While my brothers. Still choose to crawl. Black power, it7s in effect y'all.
Just checkin' my microphone once. As I check your audio. Increase the bass response. Hope n the speakers blow. I got no time to sit and flip. And pop bullshit.
Yeah. . Yeah. . Check this out: now I'm black. But black people trip. 'Cause white people like me. White people like me. But don't like them. What's the fuck up.
My lifestyles crazy,I'm luxury lazy. So much gold that jewelry don't phase me. Coroless phone,eight or nine homes. Girlies on my Jammie with Ice-T Jones.
I'm livin' large as possible, posse unstoppable. Style topical, it's vividly optical. Listen, you'll see 'em sometimes I'll be 'em. Cops, critics and punks, never ever want to see me in power.