Lyrics:
Wait two secs, let me spark this zoot
My niggas, they don't talk, they shoot
Roll up slow, then I park that coupe
And the game got fucked by
Party!
(Okay party people in the house)
Yo yo, in the place to be
My name is MC Ice-T
I got the Rhyme Syndicate with me
We about to tear
Music Publishing (ASCAP)
Spoken Vocals by JString
Other Vocals Performed by Yona Marie (Courtesy of Fiverr) Recorded in Maryland, United States
All
Hot shit!
You've got a body built for business and a look that burns like flame
By the time the clock strikes midnight I'm going to make you scream
I was coasting right to Heaven
But I've been trapped by the Devil
I filled my bag with good intentions
But I've been trapped by the Devil
of April. Good stuff! Anyway, by the way I've gotta go,
so look, if I don't see you in the spring which ain't too far away right, I'll see you in a mattress!
'Cause I didn't choose the drink
A drink just chose me
Rum by the kettle drum
Whiskey by the jar
At Liar's Bar
Well I'm smoking like
You see right through
Oh, you had me pegged the first time
You can't see the truth
But it's easier to justify
What's bad is good
And I hate to be
last ride
You see right through
Oh, you had me pegged the first time
You can't see the truth
But it's easier to justify
What's bad is good
And I
I'm doing it my way
I took the law in my own hands
Here I am in the alleyway
A wad of cash in my pants
I get paid by a ten year old
He says he looks up
his function and how does he lead you?
He directs us by with signals various vocal noises.
Vocal noises? vat are some of the noises?
Eh, peep.
Peep?
Many hope to be the best, oh
Cannot fuck with me just yet, though
J.I.D the closest thing to me
C'est la vie, my vocal range putting
Blood stains
odd you knocking the ones living it
They say you too vocal on tracks Biz
So they try to keep me under wraps like the ad-libs
And cats been sleeping
town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much grounds, got game by the pound
Getting paid is her forte
Each and every day, true player way
I
play
Every secret you tell me I weaponize and air it out just to slander your name
I don't wish good on you
I don't wish good on you (facts)
I don't wish
Lex LaFoy
Show me your number
And I show you what it is
I generate my own money
Run my own biz
These blessers in my face
Blowing bubbles like fizz
I
town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much grounds, got game by the pound
Getting paid is her forte
Each and every day, true player way
I
I know a melancholy deeper than the sounds produced by the vocal cords of Chali 2na
With the instrumental, I get intimate like a couple doing kama
Tyler recording verse from DEATHCAMP
DEATH CAMP
I'm recording songs, directing these
Videos, doing these photoshoots
The release date is comin'
We look
'em up open all over town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much ground, got game by the pound
Getting paid is her forte
Each and every day,
the monotony, look at me awkwardly hide my broccoli, nigga what
Fuck the media, how could you come to me, follow me, bother me, tell me to simmer it down
Part
it (let me get some more vocals, yo) (ay, ay, ay, ay)
Turn me up though, I'ma just do it (woo, woo, woo, woo)
See the pretty young girl
special
So tell me why you went around me twice
And then you lied to my face when I asked you why?
Darling look at you and the way you move
I get broken
'em up open all over town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much ground, got game by the pound
Getting paid is her forte
Each and every day,
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