Lyrics:
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
somethin' for ya
Get rocked by my midnight Glock
Sniper through sound vocal rival to invade the block
Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch
roll up in your nest and, sink one in your chest and
You'se gone, up outta here for good
Y'all be bobbin back and forth to let me know you
My Life out like Mary
I'm oh-Blige-d to J. any ghetto queen that's sanitary
Don't play me too close, you'll get roasted by the human torch
from Newark,
You're as good at football as you
Are at fitting in shirts
So greasy and shiny, you don't even look real
You're a cross between Seal
And an actual seal
Written by Tommy Shaw
Lead Vocals by Tommy Shaw
I'm tired of your psychology
To bring me to my bended knees
And if I could only talk to you
somethin' for ya
Get rocked by my midnight Glock
Sniper through sound vocal rival to invade the block
Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch
one in your chest and
You'se gone, up outta here for good
Y'all be bobbin back and forth to let me know you understood
Yeah, whats up
There's only so
gloss
Thinking they can see me, I beg to diff-arr
Look up in the skiz-eye, it the big dip-arr
(That's cold!) It's chilly in Philly, it's that real
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, true player way
I
a bard's heart when i'm in her vocal cords
Love how she got me fiending
When I be in my feelings
Want her by my side
When I be facing all my demons
Can't get
you stay by
Feel me when I'm in the clouds
call me head high
Saying don't you cry
Saying damn baby please don't cry
Everytime I look inside
I feel
One for the money yes uhh two for the show
A couple of years ago on Headland and Delowe
Was the start of somethin good
Where me and my nigga rodes
Yeah
Yeah
Javonchy
Me and Flan, 3 for 3
Javonchy
Me and Flan, 3 for 3
Look
Look
This is my room to breathe
Please get away from me
All of these
like me to stand
And the punch-lines seem to disappear
like clouds across the sky
And the laughter could be real
or could be canned
Rum by the kettle
Ha ha ha ha ha, check out this bizarre
Rapper style used by me, the B.I.G
I put my key, you put your key in, money we'll be seein'
Will reach
without
I like my music straight pure
Not watered down
DAMN, it felt good to fulfill the
Dreams of gettin' out the hood kept me busy
Gave me a chance
Produced by: mafia mula baby/4xL/Earworm
Skit Vocal by: PlanZ普兰兹一
Recorded by: 马红尘 (025 Studio)
Mixed/Mastered by: 郭子翊/瑞
Stevv Tsui:
Wait (mafia mula
the house
Yo Street, drop the verse
Shorty get down, good Lord
Baby got 'em up open all over town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much
got em up open all over town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much grounds, got game by the pound
Getting paid as a forty
Each and every day,
cheese, get that dough
Well it's the first of the month my nigga so you know what it is
Let's get down to the block and get that handlin' this biz
Call
Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba
There is no one like me
Th-th-there is no one like me, (Chiddy bang) like me
Manners, take a second look and you'll see
(Hell
Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba
There is no one like me
Th-th-there is no one like me, (Chiddy bang) like me
Manners, take a second look and you'll see
(Hell
B-I-Z, you, standin' by VIP,
Tryin' to get in but I am invisible ‘cause you can't see by me,
I wish that I had a million dollars inside of a bag,
For every
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