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.
A child was born in the East one day. Moved to the West coast after his parents passed away. Never understood his fascination with rhymes or beats. In poetry he was considered elite.
Meet me in the trial !. Its goin down !. Meet me in the mall !. Its goin down !. Meet me in the club !. Its goin down !. Anywhere ya meet me garenteed its goin down !.
Yo, Ice. The organization say they can't stay in business with us any longer. What you gonna do?. . [Ice-T]. We always knew we were gonna come to this point sooner or later....
Yeah. This is Ice-T. I'ma slow it down for a minute. I want to talk to all the ladies out there. I got my man J-e-l-l in the house. I got a message I want to send out to all the fly ladies, yeah.
A child was born in the East one day. Moved to the West coast after his parents passed away. Never understood his fascination with rhymes or beats. In poetry he was considered elite.
Yo, it's time for me to pump the volume. No problem, the record's revolvin'. Evil's the mixer, I'm the rap trickster. Paparazzi on the bum rush for pictures.
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,.
Come on. Come on. . [ VERSE 1 ]. Do this, ugh, come on, come on. Time to get wreck and kick the so on and so on. The I-see-e-T. O.G. M.C.. L.A.P.D.. H-a-t-e-.
Ya heard the Ice was rockin', ticket sales were high. Bought some fresh Adidas so you could look fly. Broke out from your crib rushin' to get here. Tripped ans stumbled almost broke your neck comin' down the stairs.
Nobody ever said life was gon' be easy. But damn... . [ VERSE 1 ]. Just a kid, moms died when I was seven. Pops died, eleven, what's up with heaven?. It's hell when you're an orphan at a early age.
Syndicate fool. L.A. Home of the Bodybag. Ice-T. A young playa bred in South Central. Colors, syndicate fool. A young playa bred in South Central. Ice-T.
Yo Rich man, these girls ready to get busy?. [ Big Rich ]. Ah man, you know they on deck. [ Ice-T ]. Yo, what's up with they men, though?. [ Big Rich ].
Once again, my friends, it's time to rock it 'til the party ends. Rhymin' with timin', as EVIL E lets the record spin. Kickin' it, hittin', rockin', just so dope it's shockin'.
Speed of life, fast, it's like walkin' barefoot over broken glass. It's like, jumpin' rope on a razor blade. All lightning quick decisions are made. Lifestyle plush, females rush.
I'm the minstrel man, the cleaning man. The pole man, the shoeshine man. I'm a nigger man, watch me dance. . I put the lyrics on the paper with the pen.
All right! When we go up in this goddamn house. all I want is the motherfuckin' kids!. As far as pops I don't give a fuck what you do. Bust him in his motherfuckin' head!.
Stick up, hands in the air. You move, you lose 'cause the ICE don't care. No chance to run, don't shout. Flinch an inch I'm gonna take you out. Grand larcenist, soloist, felonist, vocalist.
(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.