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.
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.
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.
[ VERSE 1 ]. Woke up the other mornin, I heard a rumor. They said the gang wars was over. I told em they was bullshittin, they said it's real as hell.
Whassup, Whassup?!. Westside !!. . Here we go,. Another one, Iceberg, Gangsta Rap. 2006, 8t album, SMG !. . Time to take you back to the days of old. Six-fo Chevys, big fat go.
(Erick Sermon). Yo whassup, this the E-Double,. Green-Eyed-Bandit youknowhatI'msayin'?. EPMD, Seven Deadly Sins. . Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman (yeah).
"Fuck It". (feat. El Sadiq, Powerlord JEL). . [Intro: WC]. Dub-see from the Westside Connect Gang. Dub-see from the Westside Connect Gang. Dub-see from the Westside Connect Gang.
(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.
Intro:. . Yeah! Right about now motherfuckers is layin for a nigga like me Ice-T. to bust some freestyle shit... but I don't do that. I just cold lounge up here at the Ammo Dump.
Ice-T back in that ass. Return of the real. Muthafuckas fakin and frontin like they don't know what time it is. Niggas on the streets ain't really got a muthafuckin choice.