1.Pimp Anthem
'96
Ah shit
Ice-t back
Representin, nigga, once again
That real shit, nigga
I thought you knew, bitch
Better recognize
Players, check your grip before you get popped
Bitches, get my money before you get dropped
Gotcha - buggin off the words i say
Because this type of pimpin happens every day
Niggas wanna know my steelo
Bitches wanna get with the baddest
Hustlin apparatus
It's the la cash flow master-roller
No one gets colder, i used to flip boulders
Of caine, on my brain, it's outta control, crime plot
A dead-ass cop and muthafuckas get got
In the game it ain't safe for the weak or the timid
Known to break a bitch but barely rarely slide up in it
So you see me in a club, grab your woman like you wanna
Blink your eyes and the freak is out there freezin on the corner
She got caught by the curls and the jewels
Lookin for a nigga that is quick to pull tools
Now she's breakin herself, makin herself
Respect my technique of pimpin, minus all simpin
Check it bitches, it ain't nothin nice
You're gonna seal or sell pussy if you roll with the ice
Oh my god, the nigga rolls hard..
Every player mentions me
The hustler of the century
(ice, that nigga ain't nothin nice!)
I got more freaks than heff', my bankroll's off vice
Commandin straight pimp tactics
None of y'all can match this
Meet a freak in a week, her workplace a matress
Really though, recognize the pimp type flow
I don't smoke endo, i count cash on my patio
So much love on the streets, don't need no bodyguard
Big up to my homies with the pimp type nod
Full link mink with the matchin borsalino
I change cars like you change drawers, bitch
I got a stable full of thoroughbreds that make me rich
Niggas hate me, cause they can't control they roll
They see that fat old ass and start givin me cash
My mind's blown off fine champagne
So bent on currency, got green in my vein
So damn smooth that every woman wanna touch me
So much sexuality that nuns wanna fuck me
I kick back with my pimpin ballin brothers
Stand over the bed, dump the cash on the covers
The game's got me, i'm a slave to the roll
Hoes belong on the track and i belong in gold
Silk and satin, i deserve a pimpin pattin
Been in the life so long cause i stomp bitches who start rattin
Mostly friendly, but do got that gorilla in me
Save it for the player-hater niggas with the envy
Lot of niggas talk it, but they can't hold a hooker
Ice took her, she was too long a looker
It's strictly straight-lace hustlin on mine
I been pimpin all my life and i don't mind dyin
2.Where The Shit Goes Down
Ice-t, nigga
Representin
Strictly westside, nigga
South central in the muthafuckin hiddouse
Check the technique, nigga
Representin for my real niggas out there
Fuck all you buster-ass niggas
Word
Saturday night in l.a., time to play
My peoples hummin like a vibrator, gotta make crime pay
I'm packin two gats and i wish i could carry more
Might sound crazy, but i ran out of slugs before
Yeah, i know the feds watch me
But my vest clashes hard with the versace
So i'm just rollin in the black five hun'
I used to lowride, now it's just for fun
I had 5 cars, but now i got one
Hard to keep up ballin when you're on the run
I got two ki's in my trunk and a shovel
Stepped on the one, so now i gots double
The shovel's for drama, need i say more？
Got the fat stash spot under my passenger floor
That's for the other strap, the automatic type
I gotta keep it close in case shit gets hype
Got a bitch in jail, she didn't snitch, she did three
I'ma have to roll solo till they set her free
Cause i got some other crimeys down, true gees
But they got all day, so now it's just me
And i'ma kick this slang until the day i die
I can't go straight, i won't even try
I'm stuck in the game, so don't ask me why
It's life in l.a.
I lowride and i sag and cuss
I cover my face with the rag and bust
Long beach and compton are some down-ass towns
But south central l.a. is where the shit goes down
Now niggas like they credit and they like to get they loans on
So i hooked up with my boy who turns them phones on
He told me bout this nigga who won't pay
He also said he knew excactly where the muthafucka stay
So i went and got some homies i hang with
Some crazy muthafuckas who i used to bang with
We took a trip to his crib
I snatched his hoe and his kids, and this is what we did
I tied they punk ass up
I cracked the safe with an axe, and then the phones we cut
I didn't hurt his wife
But i promised next time that i would take her life
I shot a nigga in his neck for disrespect, caught a body
Got a murder in miami for a shoot-out at a party
Got blood in my trunk from a punk who squealed
Had a partner tried to play me and his cap i peeled
Now i rest with my finger on my heater
Hand on my beeper, a light sleeper
I lowride and i sag and cuss
I cover my face with the rag and bust
New york and philly are some down-ass towns
But south central l.a. is where my shit goes down
I lowride and i sag and cuss
I cover my face with the rag and bust
Frisco and oakland are some down-ass towns
But south central l.a. is where my shit goes down
I use to sling enough water you could float a boat
You could ski on the mountains of fuckin coke
But now most niggas serve chronic
So i let em check the bank, and then i'm all up on it
I serve em with a cute hoe
In a week they tell my bitches 'bout all they dough
Then i jack and i kill
The jack's for the money, the kill's for thrills
I got 9'000 blacks that still serve crack
Got a bitch who works the plaza too on the track
Got a gta connection and i fence for jewels
Got some little kids that move my fuckin dope in schools
Got warrants for arrest in about 20 states
Got a bigger body count than fuckin norman bates
I'm a killer, jacker, dealer, pimp supreme
I'm livin out the hustler dream
I lowride and i sag and cuss
I cover my face with the rag and bust
Houston and atlanta are some down-ass towns
But south central l.a. is where that shit goes down
Tonight i gotta meet this nigga from around the way
Some think he's cool, i think he's dea
He said he want it bad, he heard that i got it good
I bagged up ten ki's of flour and met him in the hood
I met him at my spot, cause i know it's cool
Pat him down on sight to remove his tool
I made him name 10 niggas he should know
But that still ain't shit in the game of blow
He asked to see the dope, i asked to see the cash
He reached for that briefcase too fast
A fuckin pig, yo, he thought he had the chump
I had my nigga in the closet with a bull pump
And now there's fuckin shot-up body all on the floor
But that's what the shovel's for...
I lowride and i sag and cuss
I cover my face with the rag and bust
Newark and miami are some down-ass towns
But south central l.a. is where my shit goes down
I lowride and i sag and cuss
I cover my face with the rag and bust
Detroit and chicago are some down-ass towns
But south central l.a. is where that shit goes down
I lowride and i sag and cuss
I cover my face with the rag and bust
D.c. and cleveland are some down-ass towns
But south central l.a. is where the shit goes down
I lowride and i sag and cuss
I cover my face with the rag and bust
I know all my niggas live in down-ass towns
But south central l.a. is where my shit goes down
3.Bouncin' Down The Strezeet
4.Return Of The Real
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)
I ain't tryin to hear that shit, man
These bitches ain't players, man
(yeah man
You know these niggas out here been fakin for years, man
I'm glad my nigga ice comin with that hp shit
That high-powered shit..)
Peace to my street niggas movin that weight
Much love to my comrads who's out in upstate
Mad connections from the bottom to the top of the game
Street fame, i got much that's in touch with my name
Got a overload of guns to unload on a lame nigga trippin
Wake up my posse, interrup the ry-sippin
Four in your back and keep bailin
Listen to the hk wailin and your vital signs failin
Everyone that ever met me knows
I work bitches like niggas, pimp niggas like hoes
Command a mack that's immaculate, your girl's naked
You think she ain't been hit, kid yo, you best to check it
For ten years i been connected to the top of this
Hold your breath, kid, i'm never droppin this
Too busy rollin off them fat chrome rims
And niggas who trip get sung hymns
We crash clubs and security shits
Cause they know they got size but they know we keep clips
Crazy muthafuckas lickin shots in doors
Leavin suckers' bodies bleedin over nightclub floors
You don't want none, son, stay gone
Break north when i come and you might live long
Yeah, my face kickin treble, you're just a pebble
You're gettin rocked, yo e, cock the glock
And let these niggas know, yo, that the west don't play none
Fire shoots out of my strap like a ray-gun
You broke ill and you cold fucked up
Now you're bleedin through your fingers while you're holdin your
gut
For real
So get your money how you want to, friend
But when it's time to count the chips only the real will win
(return of the real) the game of life is only fake and true
But it's all about the dollars when the day is through
(cause the pimps don't get no bigger
Than these here niggas)
It's the return of the real
(these muthafuckas best to get to recognize
Before i gets to chastizin
Cause see, the shit all ties in
It's just some of that pimp, player, hustler shit
Ice-t been around for a while now
Nigga was gangbangin when gangbangin wasn't even cool, nigga
What you know about that shit？)
I go deep into the street life's anatomy
A nigga take me out - yo, what a upset that'd be
And if i fall i fall on cushions, ？？？
Hittin niggas up with the tec and watch the blood gushin
I see your videos, a 100 niggas in it you don't know
Framed in the lens, bought friends
Who really got your back, nigga, check it out
You really possess like zero street clout (think about)
The only place you're safe is in the studio
Yellin in the mic, you'se a bitch, that's right
I take a nigga like you and make him prostitute cute
So what you got a gun, punk, you're scared to shoot
You front hardcore, but i don't feel ya
Kids from my hood'll take your punk ass and peel ya
Let me check my rolex quick because time's money
Squintin from the pavet face because it's kinda sunny
Skinnin the top back, flossin the rag and the thing
Feelin the sun, backin off of my pinky ring
Hittin the 'shaw with my niggas and clown
Lift the ass, hit the switch, raise the front off the ground
But most of the time you can't see a nigga
Deep in the archives parlayin new ways to get my bank bigger
(as i slides up out the do'
Gots to give a special props shout out to that nigga the o.g.
Got muthfuckin red in the house
Hot dollar's up in this muthafucka
If you didn't know
Count your muthafuckin blessings and handcuff your hoe
You know what i'm sayin？
It's all good for my hood
Comp-town in the muthafuckin house
Nigga don't know well i tell ya like this
West hollywood hills
That's the deal, fool
You know i know the rules..)
5.I Must Stand
Nobody ever said life was gon' be easy
But damn..
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
This impressionable stage, no love breeds rage
In the heart of a child who never knew his roots
Looked up to pimps and to hustlers in the eel-skin boots
Parkin caddies on the sidewalk, gangsta talk
Truckin diamonds and gold
Rubberbands around the bankrolls
Fly girls to make your head spin
Seemed they partied all night long
I was like, 'put me on'
But they said, 'little fellow, run and go play
Take your butt to school or else you'll have to be like us one
day'
I didn't understand, but i tried to get a job
While all the players got the girls cause they'd hustle and rob
I was like makin 'bout 1-50 a week
And after taxes, you know what that is - lunch meat
And i know i can be better than this
I gotta get me a car, man
I gotta get a girl
I know i can do it out there, man
I'm finna go for it, man
I gotta get some money
Word
Streets of anger, trouble and crime
I had it hard, had to sleep in my car sometime
But i never let another player see me down
I kept my front up, my gear clean
Even when checkin minor green
Brothers knew my game was true
So i hooked up with the real crew
That knew excactly what to do
Bank jobs and jewels, quick to flex with tools
Pimpin hoes on the block
Checkin cash non-stop
Crack spots, armor with interior bars
No lie, i used to own 'bout 15 cars
Every piece fila made
Drape my women in suede
Pavet piaget, cesar's palace holidays
It was on, crazy out of control
We made up the word 'ballin', that was how we rolled
But the fbi had a-whole-nother idea
It's called multiple indictments for hundreds of years
What
Daff is dead？
Carter got 25 years？
Nah..
Spike 35 to life？
Nah, don't tell me b.o.'s dead, man
I don't wanna hear that, man
I was just with him
The game is vicious, no retirement, you die young
Listen to a fake, he might tell you to grab a gun
I get phone calls from condemned row
Brothers i ran with, brothers i really know
They tell me, 'ice you got much love in the pen
You're the one that got away, don't wanna see you in'
They tell me, 'tell the little homies the deal
Don't let em come up in this hellish habitat of shanks and
steel'
I marched two million strong in d.c.
Lookin eye to eye with brothers that i used to think below me
Damn, my mind was twisted in my hustlin days
But god spared me, i got a baby son to raise
And bein black ain't easy, prejudice is real
But health and liberty is all we need for us to build
We gotta come together, unseparated
Check yourself like i did, blackman, because we're all related
7.Rap Games Hijacked
Yeah
Too many hardcore muthafuckas out here in this business
Ain't gettin their proper loot
You know what i'm sayin？
(right)
Check the technique
(aha)
Everybody talkin 'bout the way hip-hop ain't the same
Suckers kidnapped the game
I know the biggest in the business, and no joke
Half of em broke - and none of em smoke
(bust the facts, loc)
I got into this hip-hop game
Just to try to get a girl and get some light-weight fame
There'd never been no cash made in it
So who thought you could get paid with it？
Just crash the club with my crew and then i'm outta there
Hit some skins, act bugged, that was a rap career
Then run-d.m.c. jumped the fuck off
Got mad paid, word, kicked the bucks off
There wasn't many rappers out there rockin the streets
When hip-hop was just cuts and beats
I seen _wildstyle_, dug the scene
I wanna be an mc, rock, rock on - know what i mean？
I started crashin rap contests
Shootin hardcore rhymes through wack mc's chests
I signed on the lines of a wack contract
Didn't even read it, fuck that
They gonna put my record out
I'm gonna be large, know what i'm talkin about？
In the first 2 years i made about 300 bucks
Yo, this business sucks
But i got another chance and i came correct
Got a lawyer and accountant, now my shit's legit
But many won't get no second chance
And get fucked in this biz without a kiss or a dance
The game is to exploit young ghetto kids
A straight pimp game, and there ain't no shame
And the shit's gone too far
100 hip-hop labels with all white a＆r's
The game's hijacked
The rap game's hijacked
Let me tell you how it happened
Now while every mc in the game
Was worryin about a white boy gettin the fame
They dug out the foundation
Now let me give a demonstration
Say you got a dope group from the hood
Talkin mad shit like they're up to no good
You take em to a label
Now who sits behind the table？
Some jewish muthafucka that don't know shit
Tryin to tell y'all what's a fuckin street hit
The shit's way off course
It's like me tellin johnny cash how to sing about his horse
You go on tour, the white agency says you're wild
Tone down your style
The radio jocks are all pop
So how the fuck this nigga know what shit to rock？
The shit that make your face turn green
Is when you get dissed by a kidnap magazine
I give a fuck about these muthafuckas
I'm doin this jam to save my hip-hop brothers
Get your paperwork straight, kid
Get a lawyer and accountant just like i did
Don't blow your dough, cause you will see g's
But this game has no guarantees
Learn about publishing points, so you won't be blind
Learn to read everything you sign
Then you might have a chance
If not, bend over, pull down your pants
The game's hijacked
(yeah
I don't they hear you, brother)
Yo, the rap game's hijacked
(word)
I'm talkin 'bout a hijack
(say it one more time, baby)
The rap game's hijacked
Check it
(break it down for these niggas)
You can go gold and still owe the record label cash
Yo kid, check the math
Learn about the word 'recoup', troop
And stop walkin round all hyped and souped
You ain't nothin but somethin to be used and worked
You ain't nothin but a sucker to be duped and jerked
Cause the fuckin record label don't love ya, pal
They didn't love ya on the street and don't love ya now
They're out to make an end, friend
Cause every dollar you make, they damn near make 10
They'll take you for everything you got
Or else they'll sign you and they put on the shelf to rot
I'm tryin to tell you what's up
You best to listen to this record even if you hate my fucking
guts
Cause i just can't stand around and watch rap get done
And my brothers ain't gettin none
A nigga like me has gotta spit game
Nigga, get that cash flow. fuck that muthafuckin fame
Cause the white man's rippin us off once again
Real hip-hop, my man
Fool, the rap game's hijacked
You need to listen, nigga
The rap game's hijacked
Need to play this record about ten times
The rap game's hijacked
Black people don't own shit
The rap game's hijacked
Check it
R＆b's hijacked
Black acting is hijacked
Just being black is hijacked
(build, my nigga, build, my nigga)
Nigga
Stupid muthafuckas, they rippin us off
You better get a end..
While the money's there, boy
Silly-ass bitch runnin around with a gold chain
All niggas gotta get some real estate
Muthafucka
Come up
Fuck a bitch
Better get somethin you can own, asshole
White man ain't givin up shit
Word o' life
Although i got a white engineer
But he's gettin minimum wage
So it's cool...
Yeah
Shit's been hijacked
8.How Does It Feel
Yo rich man, these girls ready to get busy？
Ah man, you know they on deck
Yo, what's up with they men, though？
Come on, men squares, man
Can't no square keep no woman
Right
I guess they just wanna find out what it's like on the other
side
Girls wanna keep it real
Gotta love em for it
I love a woman with courage
Yeah, there she go right there, man
Yeah, i'm break her off somethin proper
I'ma represent, check it out
Now although your friends warned you 'bout us westside macks
Girl, you was willin to take a chance and i respect you for that
And at last we're all alone, baby, just you and i, don't try to
lie
I know what's on your mind, i'm lookin straight through your
eyes
So let that hair down and let that body go free
And come close because tonight it belongs to me
No brother's doin it like this westside mack
Ride you like my chevy, hit that ass front and back
Now tell me
Now how does it feel to make love to a gee？
Do you wanna go back to your man or, baby, stay here with me？
Now how does it feel to make love to a gee？
Strictly on the westside where i ride, now, baby, come roll with
me
Now two hours done passed but then it's only gettin better
My body is gettin hotter while yours is gettin wetter
Wanna roll up in your river like a steamboat
Pretend you're takin a bath and i'm your piece of chalice soap
Oh my girl, can you feel what i'm feelin now？
As you turn around i'm lookin at that brown
Sugar fat coated ass
I just can't let it pass
Gotta move on it fast
Now tell me, baby
Now how does it feel to make love to a gee？
Do you wanna go back to your man or, baby, stay here with me？
Now how does it feel to make love to a gee？
Strictly on the westside where i ride, now, baby, come roll with
me
Alright, check this out, girls
Me and my man big rich, we got an idea
Why don't we just use body language
Let our bodies do all the talking
And just kick back and enjoy the erotic conversation
Hello sunshine, now you did quite fine
Shall we rewind, relive these good times？
I feel your body gettin hot again
Girl, don't you know i'm 'bout to dive on in？
(it's never gonna stop until i know it's truly over)
I got some more oil i wants to stick up in your motor
And kiss you on the grill, squeeze your headlights
Rub your bumper kitten, gettin nasty like a triple x-rated flick
I know you're feelin what i'm feelin, sexual energy
Time to chill and pour another glass of hennessy
I hit it again like a gangster should
And give you somethin to tell them girls up the hood
Now how does it feel？
Now how does it feel to make love to a gee？
Do you wanna go back to your man or, baby, stay here with me？
How does it feel to make love to a gee？
Strictly on the westside where i ride, now, baby, come roll with
me
Yeah, this is ice-t and big rich signin off
And to all the curious ladies out there
Take your chance
I promise, you won't be sorry
9.The Lane
The fast lane, half heart, half money
Ain't nobody smilin, ain't nothin funny
Raise the risk, raise the profit
And can't nobody stop it
Unless your game's weak
So baby, don't sleep
The fast lane, half heart, half money
Ain't nobody smilin, ain't nothin funny
Raise the risk, raise the profit
And can't nobody stop it
Unless your game's weak
So player, don't sleep
The streets crawl with ill niggas on the block
Goin hand in hand
Leanin in and out of sedans
Pumpin crack dreams to crack fiends for a fee
Their dream is to re-up to a ki
Cops watch the influx of dope
Through a telescope
Snitches in the game
Give the young g's names
Bitches on the jock
Of the hustlers on the block
Jump from gee to gee
Similar to a flea
Suck the blood out, or in this case the dough
Roll with the blow till considered a hoe
Babies are born and pawned off to grandmama
The bitch ain't done, she still lives for the drama
Lookin for another baller
To hit and never call her
All in vain
Life in the lane
A new crew of hookers on the track from up north
Vice cops, they watch em stroll back and forth
They take a pay-off
Or a blow job just to lay off
The lane's no joke
Yo, you players stay broke
A ghetto garage makes a nice laboratory
Pcp and crystal meth, wars of glory
End of story, gotta watch my back myself
Or else they'll find my body layin on a coroner shelf
It's the lane
Gees take the game on the road to minnesota
Supermarket's all sold out on baking soda
Gangbangers start to understand the dope game fast
Kidnap the drug dealers for the ransom cash
Gotta represent, what you say you are, that's a star
Feds got a homing device on your car
That made you easy to follow to denver, colorado
Birds you had, 12 now you got a l
Crack babies born in the hospitals cryin
Drive-by shootings can't end, kids are dyin
The cream is the ultimate goal
Gots to roll
Till my cash flow's mega
Baller not a beggar
Bitches workin plastic with the fake id's
Life in the lane, stackin up g's
Chop shops taggin up benzes and beamers
Crack spots boilin full kilos in beakers
Damn, the game's quicker than shit, don't slip
Cause bet your life there'll be another hustler checkin yo grip
It's the lane
Brother on parole need a quick lick to come up
The score went bad, now he's back stuck
Bitches settin niggas up jacked and waxed
Small-time workers movin weight in a g ride lac
Don't talk on your cellular, your phone is tapped
Don't check the rear view, there's no turnin back
It's the lane, now you're in it, hit the gas and mash
Through the land of the hardcore hoes and cash
Jackers and robbers, hustlers and clockers
Everybody'll squeal, take the l or the deal
Yo, spin the wheel, for the cops you're a meal
Tailor suits gator boots make the fly hoes kneel
But if you miss, my friend, guess what you win
A one-way ticket to the federal state pen
It's the lane you chose, you fill your shit, ride rolls
High-priced clothes, baddest fuckin hoes
Anything goes, there's no limit, just mash
The cops will be there when you crash
11.Make The Loot Loop
Yeah
This is goin out to all those muthafuckas
That like to use the word 'gangster'
Although i am the o.g.
I'm representin that hustlin game
To the end, nigga
I'm tryin to make the loot loop
I ain't no muthafuckin gangsta, wish you'd quit callin me that
Although i still pack straps i roll in benzes and lacs
Best believe the gats in my promo shots ain't props
I hang out sunroof tops and pop glocks at cops
(yo, how ya livin？) on the mellow, coolin with my fellow
Hustlers, players, super bitch-layers
Mackaronies on the true d-l - hell, most
Fuckin with my niggas you could end up ghost
I made a million, got my shit out pawned
Bailed out the homies, now the shit's back on
Moved out the ghetto, cause i hate it
But i roll through your fuckin hood and regulate it
Cause i wasn't born to be broke, i let the .45th smoke
Before i let my baby boy go under, no wonder
I'm addicted to the cash flow, stacks of green
Flashback, i'm nudgin weights down a triple beam
I'ma make the loot loop
As fast as i spend it
I'm tryin to get back in it
I make the loot loop
It's cop and blow
Nigga, that's all i know
I make the loot loop
As fast as i spend it
I'm tryin to get back in it
I make my loot loop
Nigga
I'm tryin to make my bank roll bigger
I must admit, i got a lust for loot, quick to shoot
Ostrich, fruits and austin martin coupes
Fill my dreams with cream, i got wet sheets
I'm bustin nuts over currency, kid, fuck freaks
We be the niggas in the back of the club with the mo
Bitches, shrimps, mackin like pimps
Wearin fly shit you never seen before (raw)
I turn a angel to a whore, now need i say more？
My perm got bounce, fuck a 40 ounce
I'm sippin cristal, pal, and represent i shall
To the end of the game
(that nigga ice got fame)
And just not over these beats
But on the 4-wheel streets
I make the loot loop
Say what you will, i'm the fool on the hill
With the pool, jaccuzzi, laser-beam uzi
Niggas in la know the ice don't play
I'm just a savage for the cabbage and a pimp parlay
I rock a million with the jewels on the paw (don't start)
Cause my niggas ain't the big ones, just big guns
Pushin the limits of this game till i gets my piece
I put my true queen darlene in a white corniece
So stay broke if you wanna, hang out on your corner
Step back from the curb when we roll up on ya
20 black cars all tinted, we meant it
'syndicate forever - posse of the clever'
Rubberbands strap the fat green knots
We're strictly hustlers not gangsters, but we still lick shots
For the goal
Peace, i'm out like nicole
(get down
Get down)
Nigga
The bank's getting bigger
Yeah
I'm makin the loot loop
Straight player for life
Yeah
Hustler's side
12.Sydicate 4 Ever
13.The 5th
He yo, ice
This guy here say he wants to get in, man
You're sure homeboy's ready？
Yo ice, this nigga said he's ready, man
Yo, kid you're sure you wanna be down with this, right？
Yeah, i'm sure, i'm ready
Aight
Know what you're in for, right？
Blood flows like sands in the hourglass
Cash moves everything
Bitches in g strings
Gats flashin, mothers make cream on a stick move
Improve your dope flow
Cold max with the long dough
High rollin, back breakin plot diggers
The ill niggas
Comanche style
Blood letting weapons of death
Stop your breath
If you trip on the click
A hot thump to your chest
And your back just rips
You wanna be a made man
The fam accepts no mistakes
Chopped up bodies, lots of funeral wakes
Make your bones
Bring a rat back dead just ahead
A cop's better
Use this beretta
Snitch, bet your bitch
She in a pre-dug ditch
Cause i command a whole batallion of life takers
Plus the other bosses wanna see yo guts
Check your nuts
Dump the bodies in the desert
Here's the keys to a truck
Me, i'm overloaded, born hard and scarred
Crime intellect
More complex than nerves in your spinal chord
Bank job my forte
Not off of gunplay
Hostage taker
I killed my brother with a salt shaker
He tried to short me a buck
What the fuck？
A nigga that lies
Is a nigga that dies
No cries for the punk
He got trunked and bombed
Since he tried to steal i chainsawed his arm
I drink blood from a cup when i wanna then
Plus the bosses up north made me kill my friend
They told me, 'this ain't no game, kid, you're in it
You're down with the syndicate, but never admit it'
Muthafucka, now you're down for life
Rat on the fam and we'll kill your wife
Fuck up a scam and you'll feel the knife
Who is this？
(the syndicate does not exist)
A thousand ki's, off-shore private yacht
Really ain't no sweat, coast guard and customs are bought
Columbian-mexicano connect
Raise the bet
One dea woudn't roll, we pulled his tongue through his neck
Just a message to the rest： don't test
Housing developments are built on the bodies
Of punks who wouldn't party
Big shots are called from the pen's inner sanctum
Where the mega-gees
Regulate the streets, fuck release
They got power that you can't comprehend, my friend
They want you dead, yo, you're dead before the daylight ends
Your eyes shiver and you grit your teeth
You sold your soul, now cold blood's how you get relief
Now you do what we do, say what i say
Muthafucka, don't blink unless i say okay
This is a organization, not a one-man gang
And you die if i ever hear you spilled my name
My friend, i thought this day would never come
(what do you mean, man？ hey!)
Who was there when your wife had your first child？
(hey, why you're lookin at me like that, man？)
Who looked out for you when no one else was there？
(hey, i'm your friend, man!)
Now word's out you're talkin to the feds about me
(..they lyin, man)
There's only one thing i can do
(hey man, wait a -)
You treat me like a bitch
(hey yo - )
( ＊shots＊ )
Now look at you!
Look at you, muthafucka!
Now look at you!
Cops on the take, i got moves to make
Feds ain't that easy, i still got em to shake
They had my man's bitch wired for a month and a half
Snatched my nigga up in aspen, bail's five million
Bounced him out in a hour - power
Went and met him quick, hit him with a ice pick
Can't take no chances, he romancin with whores
No tellin what he spilled when behind closed doors
The fam's protection and loyalty is top priority
Violate, your body is found in three states
Cargo is heat on a hong kong cruiser
？？？ contact ？？？
No cash, they want a ton of crystal meth
High risk'll bring more riches than the national debt
We launder money through he s＆l's and pro-ball teams
Ain't no business untouched when it comes to cream
Documents forged from my hitters from jamaica
In and out of town before you hit the ground
This is the mob, baby, now you're on, no off-switch
Suffocation ？？？ you snitch
15.They Want Me Back In
Yeah, shit is going down again!
This motherfuckers want me back in! fuck!
Get out the h-k!
Fuck!
Niggaz talking crazy cause they say
That i kill one-a-day motherfucker
Sucker ass busters, did he, did not,
I got more drama with the niggaz from the other side
Call my nigga rich and he's right!
Fuck them niggaz i got a truck full of 38, some bullet shields
Ice, we can send this niggaz all to hell
I never like them niggaz from the gat
Go use to braken my craps and fuck all the motherfuckin hoes!
Made another car-hit 30 killers on the hip,
Ready to rock, packin, eggin and glocks
Man connections who trips the question
Niggaz on the way to play in a laser rain.
Nigga you got two strikes and i got two strikes
We can feudally no fuckin witness tonight
But if this is what they want is like christmas to me
It's been a long time since the big rich caught a body
Fuck it, i like the way you think my man
I pack 20 motherfuckers in a ？？？ van
We bash abd creeo about 12：30, dirty
Nigga be ready to roll, i know you heard me!
Nigga it's on, so don't trip i'm down
I got to saw ？？？ and i'm ready to claw
Bless the nigga in the face kill his fuckin hoe,
Ice, you don't did this kind of shit with me before!
They want me back in!
Niggaz want me back in!
They want me back in!
Damn!
Niggaz wanne ill, but my nigga get iller,
Streets full of hardcore stone-face killers,
One love my nigga big rich puff
I don't get high, i wanne see some niggaz die!
Yo, some niggaz hit the corner with the lights of ice,
That shit don't look nuthin nice,
But if this niggaz wanne rollin my hood,
Yo then fuck it, brake out the whole world, boys fuckin buck it.
Niggaz pulled out my crew is ready
Me turn the fire rock the punks steady
When they shoot and stop car look like confetti
Went my ass home jump back in the bed g
Fuck why they wanna fuck with us
When they know my posse is crazy and they down to bust
Big rich take no shit from these busta ass tricks
Check your punk ass nigga like check a bitch
I got no love for no nigga flippin, trippin on my fam
Got damn, i make l.a. hot as vietnam
But ill niggaz should be left alone,
Please excuse me, while i rest my dome!
They want me back in
Niggaz want me back in
They want me back in
Why......niggaz want me back in？
16.Inside Of A Gangsta
Yeah
This is ice-t
I'ma slow it down for a minute
I wanna talk to all the ladies out there
I got my man j-e-ll in the house
I got a message i wanna send out to all the fly ladies, yeah
Check me out
It's time for me to kick game
And if i can't do it, then ladies, ice ain't my name
Now real brothers ain't easy to understand
And it's a long hard road to become a man
Drama seeks and chases him through every year
His homie dies, you might see him shed a tear
But mostly hardcore feelings are all you see
Cause you gotta be raw to be called a gee
But every man slows down
You'll see this side when there's probably no one around
And there's no safer place
Than if you ever are some gee's homebase
But it ain't easy, these brothers got barricades around the
hearts
It's gonna take time before the trust starts
But girl, you must be true
Cause if your man's a gee, he'll definitely die for you
Look him deep in his eyes, let him know you're there
Show him that you really care
Trust me, you move with time
Through the darkened halls of his mind
You just might find
The me inside of a gangsta
Yo, jell
You know what i'm sayin？
I try to represent for all the brothers out there
And i know my latin homies have the same drama with they girls,
man
Won't you let em know how it's goin down
Man, i'm lookin for a hina that's down
But you don't have to be brown
If you wanna hang around
All you gotta do is stay in check
Cause if you're rubbin me right
Then you can bet you'll get respect
And that's why i guess my feelings will have to show
How can you hide somethin that's in your soul？
Cause there's more to the l-o-c
Than all the violence, baby, that ain't who i be
I know my dogs and me can still pull straps
But i rather have you rollin in my cadillac
Cause when we cruisin, thangs is all good
And that goes for every vato in the hood
Now sometimes it's hard to show the other side
Especially when my crew is caught up in a homicide
Cause east l.a. don't play
And if i had my way
I'd kick it with you everyday
Whether black or brown, the situation's the same
Different hoods, but the same game
Some girls won't take their time
Others will stroll through our souls and find
The me inside of a gangsta
17.Forced To Do Dirt
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
Muthafucka
(so niggas is forced to do dirt) --＞ prodigy
Born hustler
I only run with real niggas who wear gold and jewels
Diamond rings, strapped with tools
I take no shorts cause i been in it for the long one, the strong
one
Gotta tell the truth, yo, half my niggas is on the run
Street giant defiant to the laws
That the white man made, nigga
That's why we play, nigga
A／k／a the street hustler from the westside
Too damn fly, too much finesse for the hoo ride
I rather take a mark off smooth
Cause the skilll of a hustler is to stick and move
And make you say： 'damn, what's his name？
Got to give a nigga props cause the kid got game'
Mad game, fool, i base my hustle not on strength
But think, you say 'the liqor store', i say 'brinks'
Cause my mind's on the massive roll of the dice
The magnitude of my game's insane, precise
So now you're mad cause i got money and you don't
The hustlers win, the busters won't
What can i say, you can't come out and play
With the real ones, dig this
You'll get broke with the quickness
I don't gamble, i cheat when it's on
Two g's on the table, two in my palm
And if i spill up, i pull the nickel .25 strap
Then the place gets flat and then i'm out the back
With my niggas and them 4's on thangs
And if i really wanna floss i flex my bentley wings
Damn, over your head, got a problem
Keepin lyrics down to earth so normal niggas can solve em
But the game's extreme so quit your high beams
And increase the light, now can you see me, you might
If you ever been to jail or shot, sold rocks
I'm talkin 'bout weight down like movin ki's and pounds
But every nigga in the hood ain't fly
Light-skinned or dark, they're 90% marks
Straight vics and they got money to give
Then without em tell, me how the hell a hustler lives..
I got no love for a lame
I use my strategy from crack to rap, no shame
And now instead of cooking some ki's
I'm flippin million dollar ？？？ call em wack mc's
But suckers got it twisted, they missed it
Wastin they life when yo, they mentally gifted
The streets ain't the only fuckin hustle in town
You gotta get in where you fit in, gotta stay way down
But a buster is a buster for life
He makes excuses why his ass ain't pay
That shit's played
Cash rules everything around me, kid
I hit a 50'000 lick and never did no bid
Cause i'm bent on a come-up and my shit stays tight
How many fake gangsta rappers will i hear tonight？
It don't matter cause the real don't care
You know i'ma gonna get mine, so i'ma let em get theirs
But i know in the heart what's true
So if you listen very closely, maybe you will too
My mind's blown off armani suits
Cristal and steak, shrimp big as your hand
I bought a silk robe and it's from siam
This jam's for the hoods and thugs
Pimps and hoes, the slingers of drugs
Hustlers and thieves, cons and crooks
Bookers and sharks, muthafuck the marks
Nigga
19.Cramp Your Style
(i cramp your style
With a bullet and a smile) --＞ onyx
Ugh, niggas on the d-l casin me out
Truckin my jewels, feelin for the tools
When they come they gots to come correct
Because they know i catch wreck
A well-known wild street vet
Step into the kill zone, baby, it's on
I pack the twin nine-mills that'll lift your dome
Chrome pump with double-eyed slots and such
A fully-auto mac-dime that is sure to touch
Ya, bust you with the desert eagle
Street legal, move against my peole
And the ice gets evil
Hit you with the .44 smith ＆ wes-
Son, you're best to run cause my tec eats pests
I got a glock with the laser, hot police taser
Step in real close, i hit your throat with the razor
You wanna live or die, it's your decision
Talk shit, you're dissin, i got you in my night vision
Brain fragments on the street released
Another nigga fronts hard, another nigga deceased
I got a h.k., a.k. and a m-16
A 12-gauge street sweeper with the circular clip
Quick to let projectiles fly, you die
And watch your fat moms cry - bull's eye
(i cramp your style
With a bullet and a smile) --＞ onyx
What you think all the guns is for？
What's up, niggas don't seem to hear
Still lookin crazy, let me make this clear
Fool, the ice ain't havin it
And when i let loose lead, believe i'm accurate
Fat scope on a 30？？？6
Sawed-off double barrel and a pistol grip
Pump on my lap at all times
I fill my gauge shells with nickels and dimes
Thompson center spittin .45 slugs
Black mac-11, python .357
Snub-nose .38 or .380
Seventy automatic, full metal jackets
Hollow points comin atcha fast
You feel the slug before you hear the blast
(i cramp your style
With a bullet and a smile) --＞ onyx
Muthafuckas frontin hard
Lookin at niggas crazy and shit
Make a nigga break
Nigga don't want me to pull out
I don't like shootin but i do shoot straight
Niggas i be rollin with will shoot up a wake
Why you wanna step in the sights of a nigga
Known hair trigger, the coroner delivers
More cold bodies to the morgue each weekend
One minute you bleed, the next minute you're leakin
Best to listen close cause this ain't no boast
And never forget that i leave you wet
Bloody, sticky, holes in your dickey's
Oh what a pity, lookin all shitty
My winchester will get the best of ya
Hand grenades will fade all the rest of ya
I reach out and touch you with the parabellum
You got a crew, you better tell em
21.Dear Homie
Dear homie, whats the hap, since your up in the sky？
With god by your side
Homie what's it like？
I know your bein' treated right
No more worries
Plus you're bein heard g
I guess you know niggaz is still trippin
I don't know why, they see a future in it
We're headed for self-destruction
Can't function
Only thing i can do is pray
And thank god, for another day
Yes homie, it's rough down here. i gotta watch my back
Cos it's hard being black
If it ain't the other
It's my own colour
Tryin to work me
Tryin to hurt me
Ain't no l-o-v-e
Please tell me why, dear homie
Dear homie, gang-bangin ain't joke
And i'm lookin over ya loc
Always knew there was fools out to get me
I didn't even hear the gunshots till after the slugs hit me
I grabbed for my chest and my neck, hopin
When my head hit the ground my skull busted open
You used to ask for my advice
Well dear homie, dyin ain't nothin nice
And the place i'm at is overpacked
With young blacks who crash crack and gats
I can only pray
You don't come this way
You gotta stay alive, you got a kid g
I feel ya partner but i worry alot
Bust shots
I know you're tryin' to comfort me
But i don't want no company, homie
Dear homie, even though you're gone
I still fell your presence
Sometimes i can sleep
Cos i just can't see
Reality like it really should be seen
I still reminisce on how we used to kick it
Strollin' the yard, just hangin' out together
Down for whatever, whenever
And now i'm hopin, you're seeing a true friend in me
We where meant to be
Dear homie, you used to call me o.g.
Now ya really gotta look up to me
Cos the place i'm at, is way high in the sky
I didn't want to die
But the life i lived was just to reckless
Too many bad marks on god's checklist
And many many brothers will go out
Just tryin to get that hard-core street clout
But a street reps final test, is when you're lying in a coffin
With you're hands folded on your chest.
Then ya hear the girls cry
Then ya hear the brothers lie
Talkin' about how down you was
Then the next week the back on the street, they cold forgot ya
cuz'.
Don't wanna see ya on your back,
So for me stay sucka free, cos you don't need that, homie.
Dear homie...
Dear homie...
Ya know i miss ya homie...
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