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People, it's time for the Ice crush
So listen to my words I bring much
Sense, as I commence, my lyrics intense
Your telephoto, break out your big
With time more “worn” than “done”.
Tried to be the better man, the best
I did was run. we may see our blood
Shed in a storm of distant death.
Attendance
mine
Display your indie but say no

More or I'll blind you like spit did to Remo
To the dirt and edit the clip and lost Kano
My mens wear problems like
the trig, there's nuff foes equipped
Real deal, of course, I pack steel, shits thick

I'm not dumb, to walk the streets, they kept us swinging by
A punk
but say no more or I'll blind you like spit did to Remo.
To the dirt, and edit the clip and lost Kano.
My mens wear problems like Timbs.
See it all
you walking down the street, and I had to stop
Turn up the radio and drop the top
I see you look so good, and your so fine
Young tender, would you be
don't step to me 'cause the boy stays strapped
I'm taking no shorts, hatin' the courts, hatin' the judges
Punk DA's with their personal grudges
I hate
Yo I was sold to a sick European by a rich African battlin'
Middle Passages, I can't go back again
Battlin' years of denyin' history, lies
Yo I was sold to a sick European by a rich African battlin'
Middle Passages, I can't go back again
Battlin' years of denyin' history, lies
like it's that time of the month
Are you bleeding, can't think about sex
Irritated by your Kotex

We don't need to kiss, we don't have to fuck
I
Slice, roast those big boys
Banks don't matter you will be destroyed
Up and down the rap world goes
The radio rotation dominated by your flow
But I
There's a party going on in here, for real
I got more product than Ron Popeil
So deal with that, troop, we're troopers
The only air time you get
to the neighborhood
Even if they could they'd never understood

You see I'm sick and tired of staying away, oh yeah
So I've made up my mind
I won't waste no more time
Wait here while I go buy a coke
And don't play with the radio
There's some kind of short
And the antenna is broke
You will just run down the battery
your back
'Cause we're after your punk ass
By God, we're gonna jack it

Your journey is small time, and your show is over
You're 'bout as lucky
watch your back
'Cause we're after your punk ass
By God, we're gonna jack it
Your journey is small time, and your show is over

You're 'bout as lucky
Yesterday by the paper stand
I felt the power of another religion
Rebels with a cause came out of the sun
And spoke the only language they'd been
the set now hand on my tool 
Thinking how bad I want to flip on that fool 
Times are wasting 
Chasing these punks for petty loot 
When there is a real
starts at ten, I got's to go
Like the mack said, homie, pimp the ho
Check it out everybody, if you got two ears
Turn your radio up, Short Gog is here
'Cause every time I turn on the news
I see a blac kman gettin' cuffed by blues
It's like a fight fixed, you throw a right kick
In the daytime get bashed
a sit-down
Forget the studio and the mixdown
It's time to set it, you talkin loud without the credit
You clean like a radio edit
You couldn't tell that
Bridge
We won awards and served them by the millions
The more more years go by, the more we be killin' 'em
They said it's just a fad, it will never last
a heavy rotation
I turn it up, ain't this a bitch, Hot 96
97-9, I'm a shine count down on time
I'm in your city and state, and in your hood
In your face
.P., across from Bronx River
Short Puerto Rican looked it kinda slow
Spittin when he talk from a mouth full of gold
[M] I'm holdin by that
[Y] Just be out
[M]
tell y'all what the weather's like 'cause my radio's fucked up 
And if we should experience any type of motor difficulty 
Don't panic  take one more