Lyrics:
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
all will pay, with your dirty blood!
One! Two! Three! We are ready to fight, the providence will assist us
Our lives and our souls are ready to rule
a freaky little trick puffin dodo sticks
I can live foul as dirt road hicks
I can make three plus two make six
Cut with verbal scrapes and nicks
When I was a little baby boy
My mama gave me a brand new toy
Two turn tables with the mix and I
Learned to rhyme like a dolomite
Time went by in a fly
brothers
It's all good, we strong people
More strain on the brain
And the pain I deal with
Ill with nasty niggas
My whole crew on some real shit
For real,
money, just by clappin' their hands
Not the style or desire of a true Iron Man
(You know what I want to hear)
[Verse 2]
A southside broola don't drink
Everywhere a new treat
Culture's mix and meet
Oh the world it's so wide
Different shades side by side
Creatures here glide and stride
In their homes they hide
get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman
(Ice-T)
Many casualties caught in the cross-fire mix
while whole crews flash they fo-fo's in the flicks
slang I use
breakin' down mics
and destroyin' crews.
1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic
Legendary athletes who play by the trash heap
My crew wasn't that deep, but beef we didn't act sweet
Treadin' on these stompin' grounds you better catch
and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish, shit
I remember I was just like you
Smokin' blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's
'Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G
I
man but when the gat is in my hand
You can bet my monkey ass is comin' out on top
LA hustlers can't live without money
So before I make sense I
hacer el favor
Pero solo si tú me mamas la chocha
Y después yo te mamo la pinga
Sigue
(Verse Two: Fresh Kid Ice)
Black girls white girls even
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
1-2, 1-2-1-2-3, I'm the emcee called Ice-T
That's DJ Evil E, Islam creates the beats
You girls look so sexy
I wish you all were up here with me
You
ol' nasty shit
Live if I could decide to try, don't play me bogus
This ain't no spin move and I ain't got no time to lie
Tell your girls we gonna be
Catch me in the 80's drop
Old school Mercedes with a
Brand new baby Glock
Right from my Lady's sock with
Two bodies on it capricorn, Aquarius
Lost so much
(I never knew I, knew I, knew I'd)
(I never knew I, knew I, knew I'd) Mic check, one-two
(I never knew I, knew I, knew I'd) Who would've knew?
(I
Black Thought, my sound's hard to come by
Last spotted on a yacht getting dumb high
Banging yacht rock with my squad from 2-1-5
Straight calling niggas
cocked back, but he spit about one time
Slumped out, sun down, and his man coming by
With like two more trucks and they creep from behind
Threw it in
insurance, you be in the freezer a week or two
Bought that insurin' yourself, cousin
Get it how you live it nigga, when they come cousin
Gun, I'ma peel it
The doors lift from the floor and the tops come off
By any means necessary, whatever the cost
Even if it means lives is lost
And I can't explain why I just
Light up the broccoli kid
Throw the relish in my back pocket
Keep your eyes open, push your seat back, just flow
That's how we doing it
Bound by
Listen to the mix, by the pool alright
Homies over all the time, know me then come over kind
Glowing so I slowly shine, more holy then an open mind
I could
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