1.7th Deadly Sin(Intro)
Yeah yeah yo ice what's up？
Just chilling ya heard？ it's the god.
Know what i mean？
Heard you preparing to drop this 7th deadly sin
Know what i mean？
Just showing, you know, love, you know what i mean？
One player to another, you know coastal
How we do you know？ connect
Hit me up, give me a call. you know how we do？
Peace out
Roc-a-fella style, peace
Motherfuckers said i'd never survive, here i am
Check your sound scan virally grand out the box
Bitches and glocks, hoes got rocks on my table
Fuck your cable, you better ice that shit
Fuck you income you better twice that shit
You couldn't see me if you stood right in front of a pimp
You niggas make a million dollar but still manage to sink
I can stop for 10 years and still be 5 years in front of ya
What do ya want？
Mad bitched to flaunt
And mad wealth, but you fuckin hoes yourself
If you caught one its like a lesbian connect
You and a bitch all pussy no dick
Since '86 i been bustin off clips
Mashin mad whips, bendin hot chicks
Westside them niggas that ride for this shit
Fly to new york city, crack a brooklyn bitch
You see me in a tunnel with my niggas on hit
Light skinned nigga in the full ink mink
Fuckin off chump change on bitches and drinks
(yo ice you fuck that bitch？)
Nigga what do you think？
I aint fuckin these hoes cause these bitches aint payin
Pimpin to me, that aint no bullshit sayin
Every song i hear today's about straight trickin
Mother fuck a bitch, hoe get your heels kickin
And all you niggas out there that don't like me
Fuck you! fuck what you're goin through, fuck your hood
And all my real motherfuckers know it's all in the good
A nigga came up like a real pimp should
I feel you players out there givin me love
And all my dead homies watchin me from above
And all you down bitches recognize in the heat
Step to a pimp when you see me on the street
Let a nigga know that you down to hoe
Represent the ice and collect the dough
This aint nothing new aint no mother fuckin fade
I've bee rockin shit for over 10 years god
You haters paralyze when a real baler comes around
Nigga give it up and put you fuckin head down
Cause you don't wanna talk to about how much dope you sold
You don't wanna talk 'bout how hard you claim your role
You don't really look me in the eyes sucker
(know why？) cause game knows game
And i don't know you buster
You got a deal with you own reflection in the mirror
So what you did a bid
You still a bitch kid
And not too many niggas gonna do what i did
Come off the streets, make raps about the lifestyle
Real for my niggas from the ghetto to the penile
Say what you will i moved to the hills
The seventh deadly is envy
Nigga fuck how you feel!
2.Don't Hate The Playa
Yeah man we just sittin' back, chillin'
Bunch of players listenin' to the seventh deadly sin
Short dawg is doin' his thing with my nigga ice-t
Don't fake the funk
Ice-t baby, this goes out to all you haters out there
Actin' like a brother done did somethin' wrong
Cause he got his game tight
Don't hate the player, hate the game
Don't hate the player, hate the game
Niggas, sharpen your aim
Every baller on the streets is searchin' fortune and fame
Some come up, some get done up, except the twist
If you out for mega cheddar, you got to go high risk
Sometimes i get illy, cock back the nine-milli
I choose not to bust, smack your punk-ass silly
Just bought a crib, it cost two-point-five milli
Swimming pool in my livin' room, i guess i'ma willy
I don't get high, so i don't split the phillies
Niggas say they gonna kill me and i say： 'oh really？'
Hit my kawazakie i pull off on a willy
This is straight-lace pimpin', i know you hoes feel me
I come through - make your whole club petrol
You might as well let go, i blast, make the whole cub echo
You don't really wannna test an l.a. vet though
Most of my crews' on death row - the real!!
Quick with the trigger, nice with the steel
Step into the kill zone caps get peeled
You whack!! you lookin' for a record deal
Bow down, on second thought punk bitch kneel
Don't hate the player, hate the game
Niggas, sharpen your aim
Every baller on the streets is searchin' fortune and fame
Some come up, some get done up, except the twist
If you out for mega cheddar, you got to go high risk
Don't hate the player, hate the game
Niggas, sharpen your aim
Every baller on the streets is searchin' fortune and fame
Some come up, some get done up, except the twist
If you out for mega cheddar, you got to go high risk
Don't hate, cause my game's much, tighter than yours
My girls, finer than yours
My jewels shine, brighter than yours
You look me dead in my face
Then you act like you don't see me
You wanna be me, you hate my motherfuckin' guts
Lickin' nuts - what's the deal？
It's a level playin' field, my games' against yours, hustlin'
wars
Roll the dice, risk your motherfuckin' life
Bank rolls and low hoes, anything goes
Ridin' rolls in a week, clap a nigga who speaks
I'm suceedin', in tryin' to keep from bleedin' in the lane
Crystal meth, f.c.c., and crack, cocaine
Got a nigga tryin' to figure out the best route
I got cops in my rear view too, but i'll shoot
Every bitch i meet is fuckin' up to somethin'
Take a nigga to the crib lay him down and start dumpin'
Gat pumpin', they'll kill your ass for a g
Hate the game motherfucker don't hate me
Don't hate the player, hate the game
Niggas, sharpen your aim
Every baller on the streets is searchin' fortune and fame
Some come up, some get done up, except the twist
If you out for mega cheddar, you got to go high risk
Yo, my name will sell better than rap like the ？acropalis？
Suckers might as well step back, there ain't no stoppin' this
Whack magazines who tried and tried to toppen this
I still got more lexus' and gators on my shoppin' list
Make a fist, take your best shot, bet you drop it kid
Hit more licks than you and never caught a bid
Make the whole world go crazy, they said about the pig
Bald-headed hoes step back, bitch go and cop a wig
When i do a show, best believe it drop
Every night i got my straps, best believe they cocked
Some bitch talks crazy, then that bitch gets socked
If a man steps up, then he too gets dropped
Fuck the cops, i'm still foldin' fat knots
Catch me on the weekend, floatin' my yacht
Say ice kick some game and i'll teach you a lot
Knock your bitch no matter how hard your block
Don't hate the player, hate the game
Niggas, sharpen your aim
Every baller on the streets is searchin' fortune and fame
Some come up, some get done up, except the twist
If you out for mega cheddar, you got to go high risk
Don't hate the player, hate the game
Niggas, sharpen your aim
Every baller on the streets is searchin' fortune and fame
Some come up, some get done up, except the twist
If you out for mega cheddar, you got to go high risk
I don't know why a player wanna hate t
I didn't choose the game, the game chose me
3.Check Your Game
It's 99 players check your game
Make sure them young boys respect your name
Keep your heaters at close reach cocked and ready
Cause the streets will catch you slipping, rock ya steady
Watch your back with your homies that you feel is real
Your homeboys from your crew, yeah them the ones that do you
The suckas that got the player hater venom
I wanna take 'em outside and lay some slugs up in em
When they need work
They call the cali drug expert
Smashing in a six hundred dollar bill burnt
Looking flossy living costly
Off the edge, out of state
They gots to break bread, for sho
I needs mo' ice drops for the lexo
Briggetts sets blow when i'm sipping the mo'
Freelancing, trying to build a mansion
And stay faded
Have hoes walk around my crib butt naked...
True, pop the remy kick back and let the players represent
High floss true boss game and take aim
These sucka wannabe's
Nigga please - you're green
I'll bend hoes on the downlow - banks obscene
Wanna chill with these niggas, bet you wish you could
And suck game out my ass like sponges
I run this
You can't fuck with the steelo
You niggas wanna be low
When i'm on the east i play ceelo
Cash flow
One track mind serial hustler
Quick to break a buster ya snitch bitch？
I'll dust ya
Bentley ballin' bastard
No hustler faster
Game maker
I knock a white bitch and break her
But ice, chronic got me bruising my brain
But soothing my pain, i'm true to the game
I got my mind made i gotta be that rich motherfucker
Set it up so my grandkids don't suffer
The phat hummer
The phat drummer - what's your choice？
Trying to find a sister with a voice
Make her moist
I'm throwing up the w
Bringing trouble to
Those in sight
King t and big ice
But t that's trippin' and that ain't my sport
I'd rather lamp in my crib and flip the robb report
And set my v-dozen on the streets
Bump my beats
Cause when i'm twisting my dubs
Can't nobody compete
Imagine this：
A hundred g 'lex on your wrist
Imagine this：
About ten karrots on your fist
Imagine this：
All dime hoes on your list
Ha - that shit would be nice
But your name ain't 'ice' - kid...
I'll screw the silencer on - rock you softly
How you gonna step to me kid？ you grew up off me
Tv, movies, and records and tours
So many busters wearing versace i don't wear it no more...
But this will be a classic
Many facets to get that ass kicked
The alchoholic don, call me king tragic
Watch me speak the magic
Watch me teach that old habit - full of havoc
And ice'll tweak the mix when it statics
People pay
Just to have me stay
And say a verse
I'll freak a couple words unrehearsed
Then i burst
I mean i bust
From all angles
Guarunteed platium on your single
Yo t, i really must admit i'm blessed
Master v does some other shit tv's in the head rests
Never wear no vests because i got mad love
I catch respect when other niggas catch slugs
1, 2 i bust shit to load guns to
Beats for the hoodlums
Somebody's gotta do'em
Fed's screw 'em
Faggot's got my whole crib bugged
Mad tapps on the phone cause i deal with the thugs
Drugs？ never
No, the ice is too clever
I'm overseas
Checkin g's
Nigga please
Ballin' since the 70's - yeah baby
Blew up in the 80's
Now you niggas hate me
You can't see me motherfucker your focus is off
You can't be me motherfucker, you're broke and you're soft
Too many niggas try to pert my lifestyle - romancing
I was kickin game while them kids was breakdancing
Overlord - so why the wack niggas ain't dead？
Probably because my aim is over nigga's heads
East coast - west coast, i play the whole map and bounce
They got a benz but live in their mom's house...
To all my g's rock on
Get your ride on - when you hear it
The forbidden gangland lyric
Player haters fear it
Get you right up close near it
Possessed by the eazy-e spirit
Ice-t set the limit
And niggas won't cross this line
Suicide - and niggas won't cross this nine
In your mouth
Puffin' with my niggas down south
What the fuck this really all about？ man..
I'm coming out
Front and back, 98 brougham
All you fake g's stay home
Leave that shit alone
King tee's back on the throne
And that nigga on the mic - straight gone
Cra-zy, y'all niggas wanna know the real deal？
I'll freestyle and smack you in your grill
Bomb lyrics, no special effects or gimmicks
The syndicate will put you in the mix - biatch...
4.Get Your Moneyman
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)
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman (ice-t
baby)
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman
Rock your hammers back cussers that's the way that we ball
Rims so fat, looks will digitise it all
Get your moneyman lock your blocks, cock your glocks
Nigga tryin', then got tied up buttnaked
Fuckin' with the master of this, jacker of this
Squeezin' off until i fuckin' sprain my wrist
Slap the clip into armageddon and start wettin'
Grit my teeth, bring it like the persian gulf
Airstrike you, burn you with the mic to might you
Thinkin' about takin' me out - huh you're funny
More guns and more money, think about it
You're dead i'm livin
You're fuckin' with the unforgiven - nigga what？
West side's up - l.a., nigga bounce all day
Look in my eyes, what you see ain't no bitch or pimp
Nigga from the central and i'm gonna stay rich
Nightmares of bein' broke keep me flowin' like this
Weak niggas - you're sure to get lost in the bliss
This is for the niggas, quick to slaughter
Resumes held by the d.a.'s, the ballers
Rock your hammers back cussers that's the way that we ball
Rims so fat, looks will digitise it all
Get your moneyman lock your blocks, cock your glocks
Rock your hammers back cussers that's the way that we ball
Rims so fat, looks will digitise it all
Get your moneyman lock your blocks, cock your glocks
To all my niggas on the east and west that rock vests
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman
To all the killers that's real, quick to flex the steel
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman
To my hard-hustlin' girls all around the world for ice
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman
It's ninety-eight, it's never too late playa
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman
Many casualties caught in the cross-fire mix
While whole crews flash they fo-fo's in the flicks
Magazine after magazine gets stomped in the street
Late night, auto, maga-static
Hit the next turn, hang 'em out and cause havoc
Your cash, your block, i gotta have it
Nigga normally toss it up and live lavish
My traps well lured, i go hardboard
It gets loud, known for bustin' off in crowds
Word 'em up, hurt 'em up, move out, blow the spot
Niggas rallied up to see who got shot
Wait down g, my whole crew surrounds me
We outty, niggas known to sit the stompede and get rowdy
L.a. - niggas know my flow
They see me on the shore, when i'm rippin' my rows
Rock your hammers back cussers that's the way that we ball
Rims so fat, looks will digitise it all
Get your moneyman lock your blocks, cock your glocks
Rock your hammers back cussers that's the way that we ball
Rims so fat, looks will digitise it all
Get your moneyman lock your blocks, cock your glocks
To all my niggas on the east and west that rock vests
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman
To all the killers that's real, quick to flex the steel
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman
To my hard-hustlin' girls all around the world for ice
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman
It's ninety-eight, it's never too late players
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman...
5.Ny, Ny
The seventh baby...
I represent from la
All the way to (ny ny)
And when i get down
I get down here in la
All the way to (ny ny)
And when i parley
I parley here in la
All the way to (ny ny)
Touched the iceberg baby
I'll send you under like the titanic
Gun fight romantic
Gigantic on the pages
Of the hustler trade
World reknown for my realness
Only the real will feel this
Stainless steel is
The straps that i'm copulating
Touch'em a lady (？)
Blow your hand off
African stand-off
The general
Ice the hardest mineral
Feel me, a gem correct
One thing that i got you'll never get's respect
I stick the pits on ya
I represent california
Home of the shooters
The looters
The drug movers
Girl barracuda
Set you up for the kill
Where you're really not ballin unless you got 10 mill
I shine so bright i blind ya
Cross my crew, we'll find ya
It's a motherfuckin shame
My dominance to this game
I live for gun smoke aroma
Mack yo' bitch into a coma
Two hoes like noah of every type
Bitches i kick to curbs, you would make your wife
Twice hit by the gun spit, kid still breathing
While half you busters in this damn game are still teething
Believe it if you say it enough that you'll be it
You never lived none of your raps, or even seen it
I mean it, every word a brother say
Everyday a brother play, kid
I politic and parley
The fact is i practice
Camoflauge to this
R ＆ b androgynous
Get the most play
So i get fly
Do a movie - quadruple my cash
You just went double platinum
Let's see if you last
Every word that i say is documented and repeated
The truth is, i dropped the raw game, boy believe it
I've succeeded, in turning dirty dough legal
Bounced to the bentley from the prime-it-up regal
Like biggie says, it's unbelieveable
My street pull
You even play like step in my way
You'll meet my people
I've been round the world ballin, did it all, what's next？
While most of y'all busters on your first rolex
Been deep in the life kid, since 76
Touched the water, the crack game, the jewelry licks
Fix yourself if you're broke fool, that ain't my fault
The game must be taught and comprehended, then implemented
Moves done illegally, carried out strategically
Or else incarceration is felt, the hand is dealt
You lose it's frightening
Hit with 10 indictments
Kiss your baby and your wife
You're riding kites for life
Alot of y'all won't feel me, but some of y'all do
I'll move at least a half a mill of this before i'm through
That ain't the most, but i've done this longer than you
Plus it ain't my only gig, i'm still connected
With the boys that can flip a thou to a ticket
Wicked
My stature when you're in my rapture
Meet me on the street？ i'm the nicest brother you meet
Confusing sometimes, the way i bust a rough rhyme
You might think i'm lying, cool i like that
I smile in your face, squeeze off the case, rock the glock back
In your stomach, then i'll smile again
Don't want to be your enemy, i'd rather be your friend
Only the real win in the game, but what's the prize？
Every man goes through mad drama, and every man dies
Look in my eyes, touch my soul, i ain't like you
The evil i've done, i've got lots of retribution to do
That's an impossible task, 'cause every night the gats blast
So i look to the sky and ask
I've been blessed by god to rock this mic hard, so i do it
You got a problem, work through it
I love new york night, bright lights and action
I love bailin with my bronx niggas, party crashin
I love switch hittin with my niggas on the shaw
You might see me in new orleans at mardi gras
Or miami at the lex, in the oaktown live
Or in chi-town at the players ball, true p.i.
Pimp or die, ice baby, it's a well known fact
That true players play the whole map.
And we play all the way to (ny ny)
6.Valuable Game
This song is dedicated to my man tupac shakur, rest in peace!!
Notorious b.i.g., rest in peace!!
And all my other homies that have died
In the madness called street life
Rest in peace!!
I'ma straight up g, let's not pretend
Dedicated to, all of my friends
On the east and the west coast
Gotta let this drama go
Nineteen eighty six, deep in the mix
Me and my team out for cream and jewel-liks
The faster, the better, blood, leather, the baby sledge
Case hitters - me, i'm the point man
Give less than a damn about anything, just let my hammer swing
Come up, give me my cut - what？
Girls don't mean nothin' to me, don't push the button on me
Out for the twist, ya nastically nasty g
Basically makin' me anti-social individual, too hype
Recognize the type？
Then a music called hip-hop came along and saved my life
I had a story to tell about my knowledge of hell
$2.50 for a book, listen and look, now let's do some math
A gun and a hand, plus an angry man, minus love
Equals and me, the sky's blue and they rags
Toe-tags and body bags - y'all feel me？
Is it too real g？ brothers say drop some heat t
Absoultely, everything's goochie since we realized
This games' the only one we got left
Hip-hop's become the game of death
Some of y'all busters out there tryin' to waste up
It would've took some of us hustlers all this time to lace up
I'ma straight up g, let's not pretend
Dedicated to, all of my friends
On the east and the west coast
Gotta let this drama go
Ok, let me break it down, they got the one strike law
You go in, you reach the other two before you know
What happen to you - game's over dude
On the next page, they got power in effect
While you two rednecks waitin' to see which one of us
Kills the next brother next
Think about it too long'll make you sick
Believe me the last thing they wanna see is us risin'
Economically, astronomically it could happen homie - follow me
Hip-hop's the black goal - mind and soul
Refined as we roll, another ghetto story is told
I stopped flippin' ki's in eighty three
They need a time machine to carcerate me
I'm square as a pool table, twice as green, know what i mean？
Flippin' from heat, the legal green, the hip-hop scene
Beef, the only beef i got is the steak
I'm tryin' to eat from the players elite
East, west, north, south, moon, star
I'm gonna ball wherever the chips are
I hope y'all players listen, ain't out there hatin' and dissin'
Y'all know the game is to be sold and not told
I should be takin' a collection, this time i'll make an
exception
I've just been here for the start of this
I gotta come from the heart for this
I'ma straight up g, let's not pretend
Dedicated to, all of my friends
On the east and the west coast
Gotta let this drama go
Some nights i lay awake tryin' to analyse
And anticipate the moves of the fakes
Wonder if the cancers' in too deep - can't sleep
Tryin' to diagnose the poison that's increased
Injected into a pure hustle born on city streak
Migranes fill my brain as i reach toward the realm of the insane
Wishin' and prayin' that another brother gets
To live the life that i got to play in
Tryin' to represent to the fullest
I gotta come hard y'all, no time to pull it
Y'all fools think illin' and tearin' up
Hip-hop is the thing to do g？
I'm paid i don't need rap no more fool i make a movie
Y'all tryin' to lose me
And to y'all suckers with your afrobatic, player hatin' tatics
Tryin' to jump over the bree and plannin' and hustlin'
I've been corporatin' to this music over these years
Y'all will fall victim to your own lies and the p.i.
Will continue to rise, over your eyes kid
This games' immaculate, dramas' irrelevant - stay sucker
reppellin'
Invent, incoporate, parlay, play
And i got no reason to lie to you
I'ma straight up g, let's not pretend
Dedicated to, all of my friends
On the east and the west coast
Gotta let this drama go
I'ma straight up g, let's not pretend
Dedicated to, all of my friends
On the east and the west coast
Gotta let this drama go
7.Eye Of The Storm
Aiyyo this is kam representin' watts in compton
Anything can happen
Don't stop, huh, ha, huh, uh, yeah, shit
Buckshot, he be the emcee
What, watch your step
Can i hear it for buckshot？ (buckshot)
Buck's hot, spell it and yell it but the shit don't stop
It be hot, y'all niggas is worthless in the money market
I'm buck you ain't worth shit, nigga what？
Think about it, shorty what you drivin' stoned by your daddy
Oops, you almost had me, geesed up until i saw the truth
And one day i see you standin' at a token booth
It was on a hot wet night, i think it was a saturday
Right after that party that he lead out down the way
Gunshots spread - everyday, all day (fuck!)
D.t.'s rushed the party in 2k
Buck - the beef be - fled the scene right before the cops
And the swats came with the triple beam
Uh, shit is real you know how we do when the young niggas peel
out
If you niggas don't know you should know by now
Ice got more game than the law allows
Straight up - the biggest baller in the industry
Went straight from pimpin' hoes on the nbc
Do you feel me？ i dealed it, ace off the bottom
Hoe's got 'em, i'm the one you just can't fade
Rolex in the tenth grade, hair was laid
Everything i wore to school baby was tailor made
Shot dice in the bathroom on my knees
I'll roll across the break and break that ass with these
Start hittin' jewel-liks, re-investin' in ki's
Drop the top on the flo', let you feel the breeze
Trees make my eyes bleed i come from an ill breed
Thoroughbred born from a strong seed
Led by a bunch of individuals (ali)
Uh, criminals to generals - this is like wow!
Look at how my brain ay blew you out the frames
Twist of fate cause you say the same shit now
The local mobb grill and let y'all niggas know i'm dead
I'm serious, somebody can get killed
Wait for the fire drill and when you start to smell the smoke
Run nigga buck ain't no joke i'll buck a shot at your zipped up
coat
Chop the throat like a blow from judo, nigga you know
Is it new year god？ i'm comin' back mad-hard
Movin' harder than a convict with a shack in the yard
New jacks wanna hear me rap beggin' for freestyle skills
I've served so many rappers i can make a land field fool
You've doubt for a mic dude, the ice is a jewel
Fuck rules , i got more pool than a mule
Matter of fact, never comprehend the styles i sin
I've been breakin', annihilate fakes and tens
See i'm a nigga from the west side cheered i peel libs
What prayin' that you do hill when i all ready did
Like your girl gotta admit she was a sexy bitch
But i hit it with the gin so my nuts don't itch
(whta, what, what？)
Buck's got ya locked, body drawn like pit bulls
We don't give a fuck if we have to pull, click, shit
Brooklyn niggas is known to rep-resent
Any nigga happened that's why i left
Niggas get strep-throats, throats get strepped
Get your shit taken then your shit is kept
Uh, shit in a step, if not got your back broke
Plus ya jaw tapped, snapped your 'adams ap'
It's just a fact that niggas ain't shit
Ain't shit like egyptians, nigga trippin'
Beenie-eyed, never slippin', i'm grippin' the four-twenty
Motherfuck the bullshit talk - where the money？
Years ago, a friend of me ask me to start up a company
Duck down's the name, rap music is the aim
Lyrically i bring the pain and lock the game with no padlock and
chain
Some said that buck went bust
But when i came out, i left 'em all in the dust
Look at your sound scam, original brown man
Makin' million everytime i drop a jam
Nigga duck, dj drop the cut, huh
250 niggas throw they sets up
L.a. style, nigga what？ (west side!!)
If you've never seen it before they'll put a knot in your gut
Stand up, check your areas your group, your troops
These gang killers is real plus they, off the loot
Proceedin' to leave a nigga bleedin'
They love to fuck up in a frenzy, let fuckin' sharks feed me
Bitches start screamin' and stampedin'
Thank god it's evening, i didn't leave the burner in the b.m.
Where my nigga buck, nobody seen him
Probably in the eye of the storm where the ill perform, perform,
perform...
8.Always Wanted To Be A Ho
This goes out to all you ladies out there.
A lot of you won't grow up to be lawyers or doctors,
But you have a dream. and i think you should follow your dream.
When you was just a little girl, you used to love nice things
Pretty party dresses, candy and rings
You was your momma's little angel, daddy's little girl
They used to fix your hair up in pretty ribbons and curls
Your sex drive was much deeper than the rest of the girls
You used to freak your boyfriends, take them 'round the world
As a teen, you didn't like school that much
Your moms drank, your daddy likes to cuddle and touch
Too much, so you hit the street looking for love
Affection and devotion, met none of the above
Met me in the club working your fake id
Looked me in the face like a slave set free
I said walk into my eyes baby, come with me
I can show you things that you dream to see
Take you off the street get you something to eat
Something nice to wear and a place to sleep
My name is ice, i'm the nicest guy you're ever gonna meet
Tell me what you want, i'll make your life complete
She said, i always wanted to be a ho
I always wanted to be a ho
You just had to find the player that was right for you,
Now you met the ice baby, and your dreams came true
The first thing we're gonna do is buy yourself a new dress
Take some pictures, put you in the la express
Teach you how to walk in some high heeled shoes
Let you strut your stuff by the house of blues
Or farther down sunset where the tricks all cruise
'are you my pimp？'
Oh dear god don't say that
I'm your manager, your boyfriend, you're agent, your mack
Now i'm a do my hair baby, i'll be right back
Because we gotta look good when we hits the track
Now your real name？ 'shirl'
Yeah, we gotta change that
I think i'll call you apple, cause your ass is kinda fat
How old are you？ '16'
Well that's just right
But you're 18 if anybody asks tonight
I'm a teach you how to get this long paper right
Catch a trick, suck his dick, break his ass for life
Cause i love you, that's all you really need to know
I'm 'bout to miss my hair appointment, girl i got to go
She said, i always wanted to be a ho
I always wanted to be a ho
You just had to find the player that was right for you,
Now you met the ice baby, and your dreams came true
'now what if i meet a trick that got long cash？'
That's when i call the crew with the black ski masks
But right now we'll only worry 'bout the basic stroll
Hooking up my cadillac, and upping my gold
A hundred for a full hit, 50 for a hand
Throw in a blow job, they'll fuck off grands
I may even put you where the real johns at
Some call the strip club, i call the indoor track
They got lap dancers, table dancers, mad back rooms
And you can double up your profit if you take them home
'i wanna be the best'
Well this game's the test
G-string bikinis and silicone breasts
Suckas break themselves just to sniff your nest
And if you get tired, i got crystal meth
'i think i'm in love...'
Baby doll it's on
You were made for me baby, since the day you were born
You just had to find the player that was right for you
Now you met the ice baby, and your dreams came true
Yeah baby, we gonna do a lot of beautiful things for each other
You know what i'm saying？
We gonna get me a new car
We gonna get me some better jewelry
Some nicer rags, you know what i'm saying？
We gonna help each other out, you know what i'm saying？
We gonna get me a new pad, you know？
Maybe get me a rolex
We gonna do a lot of things for each other, it's gonna be
beautiful
Me and you
I love you baby
We gonna put a whole lot of money in my pocket
That's what we gonna do. you are so cute in that dress
That's right
Damn, go on,
Get your ass out there and do something right quick for a player
Yeah i love you, get your fucking ass out there
I love you, get the fuck out.. aiite..
9.Fuck It
Dub-c from the westside connect gang
Dub-c from the westside connect gang
Dub-c from the westside connect gang
Yeah 'sup with these niggas in the club lookin' at
Niggas crazy and shit (word, yeah fuck them body-o's homes)
Motherfuckers is faggots (call me nigga？)
Step back it's the ultimate nigga with the hot shit
The last standin' man, smack you with my backhand
The veteran-er-the games you claim to be in
Let me begin, express it, explain the dilemma
It's either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas who ride, niggas that'll kill for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - fuck it!!
It's the national pass time, it's blast time - club's out
Niggas break ill, pop-drunks get the guns out
Set the shit off with the full clips
Niggas lookin' hard in the club - now whassup bitch？
Whassup bitch？!! pull your weapon if you got it
I'da shot it, plus you never live with rockets
Tried to dodge it, caught you all in the arm pit
Easy target, dug you out in the lot kid
It's either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - fuck it!!
It's either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - fuck it!!
Yo, too many bitch-ass-niggas think they got a lot
And i'ma dead these wannabe heads with consecutive shots
Man, they smile up in you, griller wanna give you a pen
Stick it to your crew like glue like they been down
Man listen, kill that bull with the fake-ass handshakes
You can slide by me with the rest of them damn snakes
Flakin' like paper while i'm takin' my life serious
You talkin' and playin', your whole antenna's mystevious
Claimin' that you got juice with an ultimate ？？
But when the brother test you, murder and recieved no types of
love
You think you got game, with that favour to your brain？
Fuck ya name!!! stompin' the rut got yourself to blame
I represent castor - bring it to you live
But cool and civilized, despise a nigga's livin' lies
No alibi's i see the weakness in your eyes dun
You wanna run？ plus ya scared to shoot a gun for fun
You bust a couple of slugs off the rooftop
My team, come and touch ya somethin', make ya crew drop
My nigga ice, twice as nice
El sadiq free shit but platinum mics
It's either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - fuck it!!
It's either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - fuck it!!
You wanna get live？ start scaubblin' with the bald-heads
Callin' them family, told 'em nothin' but the feds
That's the blue and red who be dead
When the sunrise come six in the mornin'？
I'm maxin' like a wiseguy
Know the john gotti but i'm fuckin' up the body
Everytime my poet thug at a party
Ya wanna step to t, go through jel first
But remember where you see your homicide show rehearsed
Check 'em tag-times like they do with a pencil
No more solitary cause we mashin' in a benzo
Next who gettin' hitters talkin' shit cause we bit 'em
Seven deadly sinner, problem-atic-rhyme-spitter
You a quitter - but i'ma bomb steady
If i was out of slugs, look out for machette
From ear to ear homes, it's clear, you'll be bleedin'
Not me motherfucker lifestyles i've been devin'
It's either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - fuck it!!
It's either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - fuck it!!
Yeah, ice-t nigga, el sadiq nigga
Jel - rhyme poetic mafia nigga
You niggas really don't wanna get down
Talk a lot of shit but you don't wanna get down
Bitch-ass-niggas, hit a nigga dead in his wig fuck it!!!
Seventh...
10.Cj Mac Interlude
I still sell around the club, grips and bloods and hoodrats, all
around me
Ain't nobody guards, but ain't nobody tryin' to clown me
Hehe, my ass motherfucker try an' test
Last six days your whole gay crew, buyin' vests and ass bets
Hit it like deniro and pacino gettin' head like i'm little
nickie
Play the 'casino', greedy bitches gettin' blown like sharon
gettin' stoned
But this ain't no fuckin' movie, ain't nobody yellin' 'cut' and
gettin' up
Fuck the bullshit, i pull quick and unload
Leave a nigga ass - bumpy like a toad
And stay trippin', accused of crippin'
And ain't the nine shit that stay flyin' by in six-hundred giant
shit
Ooh wee, look at me, keep it rollin' and i remember
Back when my draws were stolen, but valued to keep it ballin'
Fuck you and a nigga tryin' to speak
Realsome player shit ain't too played out to get deep -
motherfucker!!
11.Retaliation
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
Just can't turn the other fuckin' cheek
Gotta get back for your dead niggas
Yeah i'm caught up to
Sometimes i sit and wonder
How many motherfuckers gonna die this summer
Gunshots from the hummer
Now the sawed-off riot pumps lead across your beds
They said： 'mama, less you wouldn't strike back'
Mack ten, eleven, twelve, hit us and then puts us to hell
They started it, there's no way to mend it, we'll end it
My crew'll hit the matresses, g.o.d.
Father style - all prepared to get buckwild
Half my niggas ball, other half ain't got it all
They stay up at nights waitin' on a combat call
Drinkin' hard liquor, smokin' mad loop and shit
So high, sometimes i even gotta load they clips
I ain't mad at them though, they dumps the ammo
In you, suspend you in here, hell yeah
It's the time that the real niggas live for retaliation
Move on 'em, show, improve on 'em
All you punk bitches just stand back and watch
Me, i'm oilin' up the heckler ＆ gotch
I gots no love, for them busters, who put the work in
I can still see my fuckin' boys' body jerkin'
I ran over to him, put my hand on his chest
Hole like an apple in the side of his neck
His eyes glanced up, his body jerked once more
There's nothin' else to do but to go to war
Slide the hollow-tips in the chrome four-four
Roll down the windows, hang the heat out the door
Catch all the fuckin' bodies that i can tonight
Double-back on your bitch crew, broad daylight
There's no innocence allowed in these ghetto streets
Grab your guns, buck 'em off, when ya hit your leak
Tell me what would you do if they killed your best friend？
Could you keep your cool, would the wounds mend？
If i said 'peace', i'll be a motherfuckin' liar
retaliation
Been packin' straps so long i gots some permanent bruise in my
leg
Better that than dead
Now it's time to show you what i'm trained for in this
Rally up the wolfpack-attack relentless
Make ya understand it was the wrong crew ya fuck with
Now it's on bitches, guys are darker than shit
You musta not a known when you fuckin' hit that day
Or maybe you di, you're dyin' anyway
And not just you, some of your family
To tell you the truth any fuckin' body we see
You might just wanna turn yourself into me
To save your hood pain of my crews' treachery
You fucked up, we know who you are, where ya live
We got your place ran up to a cop on the tick
We'll hit your block so hard, you'll swear it was an earthquake
Squeeze off the fully-auto, make your whole crib shake
I know you're breathin' hard, livin' on your last day
Or maybe, you're laughin', thinkin' that you got away
I don't give a fuck, i won't sleep
Till one of us lays me and my nigga
That's the fear of these triggers
If ya smart, ya probably make a break out of state
We'll just snatch your kid, grab your fuckin' bitch and wait
I'll catch ya down south, lay your ass out straight
There's no where to run, it's time to meet your make
You got one chance, arm your whole damn crew
I couldn't stop my fuckin' niggas if i wanted to
There's no innocence allowed in these ghetto streets
Grab your guns, buck 'em off, when ya hit your leak
Tell me what would you do if they killed your best friend？
Could you keep your cool, would the wounds mend？
If i said 'peace', i'll be a motherfuckin' liar
Retaliation
12.Threat Interlude
What they screamin' when they shout？
Who they fiendin' fo' - zoo rock the house fo' sure
We boom you need some elbow room, that's right
Cause i be chokin' the mic, place me under arrest
I'm on the hit list baby cause i'm one of the best
We on a quest all across the coast to get fresh, yeah, yeah
Nigga fly like the air, been up in the game and you can keep the
change
Tried to smash all the beef, turn the leaf over
Cheap rock-rolla, can't be seen, bring your football team
Bump your queen plus we want the chips
Spank the white man on his ass with the whip
The world is fillin' us, killin' us softly, adolf khadafi
Still real gangsters don't tell what they do, they just do what
they got to
13.Check Your Heart
Yo ice - we heard what happened man
We heard some niggas ran in on you man
Yeah yeah, shit was fucked up man, it was real fucked up
Don't worry - we know who did it
What're you talkin about man？
The shit just happened like 3 hours ago
Yeah - but we know who did it man... it was your boy
What？ naugh man i'm not trying to hear that
Yo listen man, it was your boy man - he talks a lot
I can't believe this shit man, i grew up with this nigga man
This motherfucker, i would've died for this nigga man
And this nigga set me up？
You're now fucking with your last nigga
Quick to blast nigga
Gauge masturbator
Chest plate disintegrator, rider
I never wore no mask, wacked the witness - vestless
I'll put you on the graveyard's guest list
Ice - cause i lack all emotions, i'm heartless
That's why i can't figure for the life of me
You'd want to start this
My crew is bottomless
Street lobotomists
Gun slingers
Glock cocked and diamond ringers
Hustlers
My nigga got shot but still alive
He took a full clip from another player's 25
And he said he's rolling with me, if you're coming
I told him, stay home, rest up, i got enough gunning
Homiciders
Ballin' rag rolls riders
Blood letters
Money getters
Life betters
The last thing i heard you say you said i was a dead man, bitch
I'll put you right into gun point, you snitch
Now i know your plans are rolling on me, late when i sleep
Why don't we do this man to man？ let them bitch niggas creep
I still remember in the days when we was friends chillin
Now it seems you going to have to be my next killin
You wanna go to war, nigga tell me why？
Punk niggas talk shit, bitch niggas die
I never backed down and it ain't no time to start
Let's take it to the streets and i'm a check your heart
You must be death wishing, what's up？ you know my steelo
Got love with the illest of blacks and amigos
Your jealousy is outta hand, i can't fuck wit'cha
And all your so-called down niggas, say good luck to ya
They know you're off the hook and you're soon to bleed
My reputation states that i kills with speed
More drama than a rap verse
You'll feel the mack first
In your back first
Then the black hearse
Goddamn, i can't understand the drama why？
To tell the fucking truth i thought your crew was fly
Now you're talking that shit like a bitch on the rag
Don't give a fuck about your set or the pants you sag
I drop a hot one in your forehead, neck and mouth
Then rush a hospital and bank ya if you don't check out
Cause i'm a mad nigga once, a crazy nigga twice
A cold blooded motherfucker, that's why they call me ice
And if you told me this would happen
I would said never - no, we down forever - we flipped keys
together
Now the street talkers say you want my spot
A lotta niggas did, a lotta niggas shot
It's obvious some sucka niggas got ya gassed
Let's see if they around you when the gunshots blast
It ain't nothing nice, letting off slugs under the street life
Early deaths, dry gags and last breaths
I seen your time before you want - war till it's on
How to fuck with the king, when you're a bullshit pawn？
I can't comprehend your stupidity, miscalculation
Word to obstetricians show your crews anhiliation
Predicted, brains get evicted, fuckin with me kid
Bullets lift your lid
And watch your weak kool aid heart run down the drain
I got the method man who came to bring the pain
Let you know quick, niggas suck dick if you trip
Used to be my homie, now you just a punk ho bitch
Frustration leads to aggravation and dismay
Now you're player haten, but that's the wrong game to play
I light your block up, kidnap your moms - snatch your woman
You beg for me to stop, but i'll just keep coming
You're fucking with the illest fool in southern california
I can roll with ya, or motherfuckin' on ya
Yeah, i know the real nigga can feel this.
This is dedicated to all my 'friends'
14.Sondoobiest Interlude
Aaaaaawwwwwwwoooooooooo!!
Mic smugglers, hustlers, hold your jugglers
Forty guzzlers, muscular, son'll fuck wit'cha
One of ya, actin' funnier, think you're hungrier
Some of y'all know, the streets stay ghetto govenor
Swash buckler, club king, pull the gun to her
For the love of her, punish 'em, drop they juggler
Son's guns stompin' dirt, hurts come at runnier
Son's luckier, put your money up and stumbler
Raise her birthday, cut yo' - son gun-the-gun
Comes from vomit coke, drunk number runs
Club tumblers who thug wit' us - double up
Mother-luggers shots blast, ice what the fuck？!!
15.Common Sense
It starts like this
Gats hit harder than fists
Just cock and lick it
The aftermath's wicked
Brass gets evicted
Another crew shot
Can't put your strap back in your waist
Cause your barrel's too hot
You did it kid
The more dead
The more weight on your head
Plus you ganked a suitcase
Full of black tar h
Baby boy, twenty keys
Dead colombian gs
Now you're ballin full speed
One slip you bleed
You had your nigga with you
Hard rock street gorilla hitter
He took a hot one in the shoulder
Now he's bendin over
Mad illegal
Nigga flipped harder than buggsy segal
He wet the room up with the rocket launchin
Desert eagle
Blood oozin through his black dickies
Ya nigga say he's getting dizzy
The car seat's fuckin getting sticky
He leaned back, his whole chest plate's cracked
You thought they hit him once
He must of got double clapped
Your niggas dyin but he ain't cryin
Soldier no doubt
He looked you dead in the eye
Said 'get that money' checked out
Ballin bent him back in the black
S t s but where he's going no stress
Your niggas dead, but you're thinkin bout head
Fly hoes and condos
Once you flip the kilos
The fact your niggas out aint shit to ya
More profit for your greedy ass
No one to split the grip wit ya
Common sense will keep you safer than vests
Ambulance, cots, cause real niggas give head shots
La streets will make your guts leak
Player no doubt
Young killers live for drug wars and shoot outs
You flipped your chip
Motorola, called your hooker
Said you had a little foul up
Told the ho to wet some towels up
She didn't even talk
Clicked the phone off
Might a new some weak niggas
But this bitch aint soft
Make your next call
Straight to your chicano connect
Said they would flip the boy for girl
Up the weight, give you peruvian flake
You had to dump the body,
Burned it beyond recognition
Back back in commission
Scooped your hooker, cleaned your seats off
Squeezed off
Two in her head
Now the fuckin bitch is dead
You're all alone just how you liked it
Straight laced hustler from hell
Street life you spiked it
It's time to hook up with the mexicanos
Layin in the dooly parking lot of a mcdonalds
Hit the corner they was there
You're prepared
Circled the block, screwed your silencer on
Rock the esse they had
Kickin back to get ya
Crept on the dropped truck
Double crossin ducks got bucked
Check the back of the cab
Suckas had the fuckin math
Ten more keys of uncut pure cash (yes!)
Now your weighin thirty full keys
Of girl and the pony
Jumped for your lack
Hit the yack threw your head back
The big time is what you wanted
And now you got it
The devil put the strap in your palm
And you shot it
It's going down now
On forever
Square life is never
Buck wildin is your life stylin
Mashed out
Hit a motel room
Crashed out
Called up a ho to get your dick sucked though
Bad bitch phat backs green contacts
Real hair, kept her feet all night in the air
Kind of square
Said she only worked the streets a week
Said her boyfriend kicked her out
And she needed to eat
She cuddled to you like a baby
Keep the girl mabey
The pussy was tighter than fuck drove you crazy
She kissed you on your chest and legs
Asked you to fuck her in the ass
Then she started to beg
It kind of got you open, no doubt
When baby doll fell asleep, with your dick in her mouth
Now you're layin there, lookin at the motel door
Hand on your strap, some beautiful whore
You fuckin relaxed, fell a fuckin sleep bad move
Big game take little game, show and prove
Baby jumped up, went for the strap
Dumped off
Three shots in your face
Grabbed the sutcase
Don't forget, grab the blow then jet
Before that ho hit the door she sipped a glass of moet
Street life sabatoge
Niggas wanna live large
Demon ho out for cheddar
Capped you with your own berreta
16.God Forgive Me
'in the year 1982 a music was created. it was given the
title：gangsta rap
It had no positive messages, no redeeming value, hated and
feared
By the establishment, it changed the course of the world'
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
Your casuality rate is high, i'm closin in
Prepare for your ultimate end, tell your family bye
Better cool like egon, and shine like veegon
Pissin on your beons, for decades and eons
You squad has no muscle plus you, my new hustle
Fuck scuffin up my knuckles, rather buck you and watch you
buckle
I can't stand a snitch, a switch real bitch
I got some transcripts to say you been runnin ya lips
Now its on, on site, if i see you i'mma sin ya
If i catch you in traffic i'mma gift ya somethin in ya
Letcha battle with death for the prize of life
I learned ta never come empty handed to a gun fight
My advesaries feel fright, his last sight
Was a flash of light, you said lightning could strike
From the same place twice, i have your head on my death
1500, tonights your last night gettin blunted
'the voices could not be stopped, it began to morph
And reinvent themself, i grew like a black blade
Moving like a tornado from the west to the east coast
Leaving behind a path of destruction and mayhem'
Thick's ice fix ghosts infrared no remorse
And low from the exchange, psycho derranged
Playa lay no feel pain, killa cocka-main
I'm top framin the game, use muscle for the hustle
I zip duffle bags to muffle fags
Scuffle my knuckles bad on niggaz that think that they runnin
shit
They feel the punishment, uh, blood bath, the wrath
Aftermath, at least the guns in shit
Too under fallin charum leads to send up on the earth
Mix things with daughters with men
Since poured from birth the worth for the others
Go to war with my brothers
I'm unstable like kane did to abel
I'm out the stable sinnin from the beginnin
Leavin daddy's little girl pretty linen bloody red
What's said in the book of dead is now all forgotten
My soul's rotten, still the blood's spilled i feel
Chills, i'm still plottin, i'm ill-norm
Take life forms like light storms i laugh at the wrath
Of the guys comin on, visions of the antichrist is risen
The question is now, am i unforgiven？
'legends tells that the creator of this poison's name was ice
Although, others have told different stories, no matter
Who or what invented the monster, their souls would be forever
Damned to hell'
Enter the death chambre, cash richer, leave ya nutless
Cutless with the raw scope, double ya dope
Feel my back lash, body cash your whole fam and media
Greedy shit, tag ya out the rag jag, speedy shit
Look in the sky, the four horsemen bustin no discussion
No stoppin its apocalypse, lock and load ya clips
Gonna be rich and dead, copa said don't matter cats scatter
Suckas get touched, niggaz get rushed
Watch em transform into animal form, wicked hell-born
Lord of the flies, cry and ya die
Mechanama come masses soul snatcher, fallen angel
All angles covered for you fuckin god lovers
Possession, good suggestion run cuddle your funds
Double your guns, watch your kids grow, stay out my flow
Be wise, the magnificence, evidence, decadence mind
Seven sins, the abomination, i'm
That nigga, last nigga, street mack
Hot is my strap, wet is your back
Understand i never forgive, leavin bodies like seive
Clap gats til my fuckin shit's clipless
Niggaz bear witness
'like any deadly disease, it has infected many men
From the east, west, north, and south, gangsta rap is now
Alive, god forgive me, god forgive me'
17.Ice's Exodus
Yeah, this is ice-t
You've just been listening to the seventh deadly sin
To me the seventh deadly sin is hardcore rap
And i'm very proud to have been a part of that throughout the
years
I'd like to send peace out to all my homeboys that kept it real
And love to all my niggas that have died out here
In this bullshit that we call the streets
You know？ what can i say？ hip hops been good to a nigga
I got mad love for the east coast, west coast, north and south
I got my niggas the top guns here
We gonna sign this one off like this：
My life's been a great story in the ultimate war
Should i ill or do right？ make peace or go raw？
I can't explain the true penalties of fame and the wealth
Tell me who can i trust？ i can't trust myself
Got the devil got me thinking 'bout them ill moves
Every damn kid on the street, they got something to prove
Push a bullet through my heart, why not？ that's a start
They could push their reps quicker, kill a well known nigga
And if you say you're going to kill me, should i blast you
first？
Being black is kinda like being born with a curse
Do or die, that's the code of the streets i didn't invent
Niggas sketch my life out with malicious intent
My skin color's got me trapped in a never ending ghetto
I move to the hills, but i can never let go
The gun shots and the homicides just don't stop
And just because i came up, i can always drop
Yo.. we come prepared for guerilla warfare
Never scared soldiers to the heart
And hose them body parts with the hardwear
You spark a dun with bizzaro or sequel
When you catch a link on the wings of this desert eagle
Flappin, we splittin caps friend
Remember when niggas would shoot joints
Now niggas be wildin' placing hollow points
Cause in this rat race, shit be moving at a murderous pace
Mad sons got slugs to the face, og packs kilos
Over sore losers and cilo, prepare like a scout
I hold the burner on the delo
In this age of idolatry, mad niggas worship u vanity
If five ？？ you nigga maintain humanity - insanity
Hope you see the light - like the prism's true colors
Only a few remain brothers, fuck the others
In this cold world - the war that's controlled by the trigger
Revelation or the scripture got to be that live nigga
So if niggas want to bite the sound like tyson
Deck him in the left eye, murder sit down like ryerson
You wanna dis, don't even try son
Hey yo, pizzone - i'm the prodigy you need to keep ya eyes on
Yo who the don, who plays it all night long？
50 mill strong, handle like napalm. word is bond
Who get it on when it's time to drop a bomb？
Sadq keep it cool and calm with the niapalm
Droppin emcee's to their knees and make them pie straight
Dust and take and serve niggas on my hot plate
So cats who got beef, we can take it to the streets
Cause shit these niggas talk to the grave with they teeth
It's time to meet your maker step into the new millennium
I analyze data like intel pentium
So follow me, i blame sovereignty for god we bust
Top gun, move bright, smooth as ice, sex and dust
Ante up the goods, top gun ice-t in your neck of the woods
I'm 15 blocks deep in the foreign neighborhood
Street of my styles, no smiles, trying to gun down the golden
child
Still on trial for my old endeavors
Cold weather got catched trying to buck wholes in my fucking
sweater
Niggas is soft like butter, leathers and felt
Time to heat it up and melt
Felt the welts from brass belt buckles to brass knuckles
Kill all the jokes and chuckles - let's all get together
My fam stay thick together
Trick off and lick off together
No matter the weather
Lets ease on down to the bow and to the bricks
When i start to squeeze, i won't ease off a bit
Won't be no teams up in here with no clashes
Just bunk mile sleds boot shines up in the masses
Life got no guarantees, i'm looking for the long lease
When i'm in la, it ain't hard to find me
21st floor eating shrimp at belonte's
Every time you see me i'm connected to a dime piece
I check your styles, although you rhyme quicker
No matter what you do, i'll always lace mine thicker
Jealousy will make a fool die quicker than liquor
Watch your back with your niggas
Cause that's right where they'll stick ya
You see me in the club jeweled up, all alone
I give love to my homies, then i bounce the fuck home
Bodyguards are something that i just don't do
Cause if i'm after you black, i'm gonna clap them too
Money makes all my homies look brand new
I don't fuck with the fakes, i make moves with the true
Ice - baby chopping that real, thought you knew
I might sound hard, but nigga i can die too
Cause i'm as real as you
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