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6'n the morning' police at my door
Fresh adidas squerk across the bathroom floor Out the back window I make a escape Don't even get a chance to grab my old school tape Mad with no music but happy 'cause I'm free And the streets to a player is the place to be Gotta knot in my pocket weighin' at least a grand Gold on my neck my pistols close at hand I'm a self-made monster of the city streets Remotely controlled by hard hip hop beats But just livin' in the city is a serious task Didn't know what the cops wanted Didn't have the time to ask -Word- Seen my homeboys coolin' way out told 'em bout my mornin' Cold bugged' em out shot allmenn little dice until my knees got sore Kicked around some stories bout the night before Possed to the corner where the fly girls chill Through action at some freaks until one bitch got ill She started actin' stupid simply would not quit Called us all punk pussies said we all weren't shit As we walked over to here hoe continued to speak So we beat the bitch down in the god damn street But just livin' in the city a serious task Bitch didn't know what hit her didn't have time to ask -Word- Continued clockin' freaks with emcee posterior Rollin' in allmenn blazer with a louie interior Solid gold the ride was raw Bust allmenn left turn was on Crenshaw Sean-e-sean was the driver Known to give freaks hell Had a beeper goin' off like a high school bell Looked in the mirror what did we see ? Fuckin' blue lights L.A. P.D. Pigs searched our car, their day was made Found allmenn uzi, 44 and a handgranade Threw us in the county high power block No freaks to see no beats to rock Didn't want trouble but the shit must fly Squabbled this sucker shanked' em in the eye But livin' in the county is a serious task Niga didn't know what happend Didn't have time to ask Back on the streets after five and a deuce Seven years later but still had the juice My homeboy Ken Gee put me up the track Told me E's rollin' Villain - BJ's got the sack Bruce is a giant - Nat C's clockin' Dough Be bop's a pimp. My old freaks a hoe The batter rams rollin' rocks are the thing Life has no meaning and money is king Then he looked at me slowely and Hen had to grin He said Man you out early we thought you got ten Opened his safe kicked me down with cold cash Knew I would get busy- He didn't waste time to ask -word- I bought a Benz with the money the rest went to clothes Went to the strip strted pimpin' the hoes My hair had grew long on my seven year stay And when I got it done on my shoulders it lay Hard from the joint but fly to my heart I didn't want no trouble but the shit had to start Out with my crew some ounks got loud Shot gun blasts echoed throug the crowd Six punks hit two punks died All casualities appiled to their side Human lives has to pass just for talking much trash We didn't know who they were - No one had the time to ask -Word- Part Two Swat team leader yelled hit the floor Reached in my pocket pulled my 44 Dove across the room peeped out the window Twenty cops jumped behind a Pinto Out the back door like some damn track stars Broke down an alley jumped into a car Suckers didn't even see us They musta been Blind Black wire touched red the car was mine We hadn't done nothin' but some suckers got shot Hit the first turn god damn road block Broke through the block and we did it fast Cops wouldn't shot us on sight They wouldn't took time to ask -Word- The rollers gave chase at a serious speed One more conviction was all I need This shit was for real This was no La-Di-Da-Di Cause the boys had to pin the shit on somebody And me and my crew we were known to get ill We carried heat for protection but not to kill We bust a corner doin 60 one police car spun And all I was thinkin was murder one Bust a move into an alley and did it right And me and my vrew we're gone into the night Broke to my old lady's who drew me a bath She didn't even know what happend Didn't care Didn't ask -Word- Qwe made love like crazy on top of the sheets This girlie was my worlie a natural freak She ran her tonuge over each and every part of me Then she rocked my amadeus as I watched TV A technican with a mission that's what she was If there had been a crowd she would of got an applause This girl did everything on earth to me that could be done The she backed off and teased me so I couldn't come Then she cold got stupid pushed me on the floor Had me beggin' to stop as I was acreamin' for more After she waxed by body she let me crash She knew her lovin' was def She didn't waste time to ask -Word- Up the next mornin' feelin good as hell Sleepin' with a girlie sure beats a cell Hit the boulevard in my A.M.G. Hoe's catchin' whiplash tryin' to glimpse the T Ring on my mobile yes celluar Got to have a phone when I'm in my car Was my homeboy Red Some say he's insane Broke his bitch jaw for smkin' came Told me to meet him at the airporrt Said he's jumpin' bail said he just left court Caught the first thing smokin' in a serious dash Didn't know where we were going. Didn't care Didn't ask -Word- Fell a sleep on the plane and so did he Woke up chillin' in N.Y.C. Called up my posse when I got there Hit the Latin qarter Union Square Rooftop Devil's nest the rest we passed Back doored the Palladium just for class About 4 am we crashed the deuce We never catch static 'cause my boys got juice Deuced it to the Bronx to rest our heads Where a shoot out jumped off mine people lay dead It sounded like it happend with a mac 10 blast But it was 6'in the mornin' We didn't wake up to ask..... |
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Yo,it's time for me to pump the volume
No problem,the record's revolvin' Evil's the mixer,I'm the rap trixister Paparazzi on the bum rush for pictures Ice,coolin',yo colder than ever Punk executioner E pull the lever Rotate the wax tehn cut an'axe the tracks Push up the levels till the red lights max Don't try to size up,you better wise up To the rap criminals,we're succeeded Dope beats and lyrics,no beepers needed For this drug deal,I'm the big wheel The dope I'm sellin',you don't smoke,you feel Out on the dance floor,on my world tour I'm sellin' dope in each and every record store I'm the king pin when the wax spins Crack or smack will take you to a sure end You don't need it,just throw that stuff away You wanna get high?Let the record play Mc Ice t I'm your pusher I know you're lovin' this drugs as it's comin' out your speaker Bass thru the bottons,highs thru the tweeters But this base you don't need a pipe Just a tempo to keep your hype Groovin' like I see you doin' Some stupid crack would just ruin Your natural high,why?..that ain't fly And anyone who says it is,lies Move like I knew you would,like I knew could And if you ain't cracked out,then I know you should Be able to give me a clap,to match exact with the track And since I know that you ain't,I expect that Oh now this jam is lit,it's like the ultimate People high off dope but still physically fit I'll make a million bucks,pack my dough in trucks >From sellin' dope beats,dope rhymes,dope cuts I'll be the biggest dope dealer in history Because all the fly will be high off that Ice-T I'm your pusher I'm bring it to boil,Evil E rock it up You want it?..I don't think you got enough Last suckers crossed,Syndicate shot'em up Cops found'em in the lake bottom up I don't play when it comes to my dope I check my lyrics close,like with a microscope I don't clean'em up with no ivory soap I leave'em hard and pure,hope that you can cope Because you might O.D. if you overdrive This record,tape or CD,because the sound I've Created on this wax is like a chemical And the knowledge I give,makes me invincible I'm your pusher The cops don't know what to do,because my dope breaks thru No matter what they do,my stuff gets to you Kickin' on the Boulevard,my tempo's hyped and hard I don't ask,the ICE just bogards Sire Records puts me out,with Warner Bros. clout My dope hits the streets with no doubt Evil E adds the cut,then removes it IZ checks for purity,then approves it And then you get it,try it,and like it And if it ain't potent,we remix and spike it To bring you the pure dope,not a noose in a rope Because if you're doin' crack,you're on death row You're just a toy punk,to mess with that junk You want some real dope,come look in my trunk The dope I'm sellin' is life,100% legit So get real fool,and try some real hit MC Ice t I'm your pusher I'm your pusher |
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Speed of life,fast,it's like walkin' barefoot over broken glass
It's like,jumpin' rope on a razor blade All lightning quick decisions are made Lifestyle plush,females rush This high profile personality,who earns his pay illegally Professional liar,schoolboys admire Young girls desire,very few live to retire Cash flow extreme,dress code supreme,vocabulary obscene Definition-street player,you know what I mean The high rollers (x2) People of the city,stop foolin' yourself Crime rules the streets,who the hell else All the police have gone out to play Because for enough cold cash they'll look the other way Just look at the cars as they go by Benz,Ferraris,trucks up high Beepers connecting players to big-time deals With all of this technology who needs to steal Just live a life of leisure every night and day And you're livin' proof that crime does pay Your life is dangerous and reckless You eat fly guys and girls for breakfast You're a titan of the nuclear age Your muscles flex with a Uzi or 12 gauge And you love the game,that's why you boast Because you're high priced,high speed.high post You're a high roller High rollers When I say high rollers,I mean the best Forget the half-steppers,eject the rest Because these high ranked officials of our city streets Make millions all triggered by electric beeps They dress in diamonds and rope chains They got the blood of SCARFACE runnin' through their veins Silk shirts,leather suits,hair always fresh Eelskin boots,large hearts,though their sizes vary Bankrolls that take 2 pockets to carry Cruisin' in their 500 Benz Sedan With their systems peaked out rockin' PUSHER MAM Yes,their fashion's high and hard to beat They buy their GUCCI from GUCCI'S not the swapmeet Eat very weel,much clientele And whatever you need,they probably sell The high rollers (x2) Oh yes,I'm here to tell you females also roll Drive the same cars,somethimes wear more gold Cold as an igloo,or hot as a flame They'll shake ya,break ya and you won't know their name Gangsters to the max,all marks will be taxed These girls drive FERRARIS not CADILLACS Respect is demanded,most men don't understand it Till they peep the huge bank that these girls have landed They're junkies for fun,love life on the run And if things get hot,they will pull a gun Prey on the lame,no shame to the game And they all seek POWER,fuck the fame The high rollers (x2) Now radio stations probably won't play This record because of the things I say They'll say I'm glamorizing the hustlin' hood And a record like this can do no good But I'm not here to tell ya right or wrong I don't know which side of the law you belong Yes,the game has flash,but sometimes hurts Behind any mistake,hard times lurks And jail's not your only problem,though it may seem You just may die by a barrage from an M-16 But to each his own,choose the mobile phone The tailored suit,the luxury home You'll never get caught,'cause you got nerves of ice And you're much smarter than those crooks on Miami Vice Right You wanta be a high roller High roller |
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| 4. |
| 4:15 |
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Verse 1
This is it, dope from the fly kid The Ice mic is back with the high bid Suckers you've lost cos players you're not, gangstas you ain't You're faintin', punk, if you ever heard a gunshot Yo, the pusher, the player, the pimp gangsta, the hustler High Roller, dead pres folder Is cold lampin' like a black king on a throne Evil E...turn up the microphone So I can ill and break on the rollin' tape Another album to make? Great Islam turn the bass kick up a bit Hype the snare, now I got a place to sit And ride the track like a black mack in his 'lac Hit the corner slow where the girls are at And kick game the way it should be done How you gonna drop science? You're dumb Stupid ignorant, don't even talk to me At school you dropped Math, Science and History And then you get on the mic and try to act smart Well let me tell you one thing, you got heart To perpetrate, you're bait, so just wait Till the press shove a mic in your face Or you meet Boogie Down or Chuck D Stetsasonic or the Big Daddy And they ask you about the game you claim you got Drop science now, why not? You start to sweat and fret, it gets hot How'd you get into this spot? You played yourself... Yo, yo, you played yourself... Verse 2 I'm no authority but I know the D-E-A-L When it comes to dealin' with the females What you got they want, cash is what they need Slip sucker and they'll break you with speed But you meet a freak, you try to turn her out Spendin' money's what I'm talkin' about But you fool out, your pockets got blew out And after the date, no boots, you got threw out Mad and shook cos your duckets got took Call her up, phone's off the hook But who told you to front and flaunt your grip? You can't buy no relationship You played yourself... Yo, homeboy, you played yourself... Verse 3 I'm in the MC game, a lot of MC's front And for the money they're sell out stunts But they claim that they're rich and that they keep cash Yo, let me straighten this out fast Two hundred thousand records sold And these brothers start yellin' 'bout gold? You better double that, then double that again And still don't get sooped, my friend You think you've made it, you're just a lucky man Guess who controls your destiny, fans But you diss 'em cos you think you're a star That attitude is rude, you won't get far Cos they'll turn on you quick, you'll drop like a brick Unemployment's where you'll sit No friends cos you dissed 'em too No money, no crew, you're through You played yourself... That's right, you played yourself... You played yourself... Yo, yo, you played yourself... Verse 4 You got problems, you claim you need a break But every dollar you get you take Straight to the Dopeman, try to get a beam up Your idle time is spent tryna scheme up Another way to get money for a jumbo When you go to sleep you count Five-O's Lyin' and cheatin', everybody you're beatin' Dirty clothes and you're skinny cos you haven't been eatin' You ripped off all your family and your friends Nowhere does your larceny end And then you get an idea for a big move An armed robbery...smooth But everything went wrong, somebody got shot You couldn't get away, the cops roll, you're popped And now you're locked, yo, lampin' on Death Row Society's fault? No Nobody put the crack into the pipe Nobody made you smoke off your life You thought that you could do dope and still stay cool? Fool. You played yourself... You played yourself... Ain't nobody else's fault, you played yourself. |
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[Ice-T]
Coolin in my crib, cold video dubbin FBI wanted? Huh, don't mean nuttin They call that shit a crime? Yo that shit's a joke Hit record on my dope remote I heard my phone ringin, I wonder who could it be It was the E, the V, yes the I-L E He said, "We got static - word, I just got out Punks tried to move at the club and we shot out Bullets everywhere," Okay what's the prob? "Ink got popped, he's dead as a doorknob." You bullshittin! "I ain't fuckin around. The posse's rollin tonight, nigga are you down?" I grabbed my AK, my 16, and my baby Mac Strapped on my vest, and threw the 9 in the small of my back I said - Chill, don't let nobody move without me Say you know where they are? He said, "I know where they be" Let's peel their caps back Let's peel their caps back Twelve o'clock midnight, posse was airtight Twenty-five cars, under the streetlights Some people talked, while others cried Ink was a brother, who shouldn't have died Then the silence broke, Ice what's it gonna be? 38 hard brothers stood and stared at me There were only two words that I had to say P-A-Y, B-A-C-K The car's loaded with a silence that could rape the dead Pistols clipped as the chamber's loaded full of lead Everyone in the crew knew what I said would mean by morning, somebody else soon would be dead Let's peel their caps back The cars at the corner like a long black snake Nightprowlin for a life to take Ya see down in the ghetto it's an eye for an eye That's the answer to the question why In my throat, there's a lump, then I swallow it, I ain't no chump Face of Death, then I cocked my pump I'm a nigga on the trigger, madder than a pitbull Just layin for a reason to pull on you, any duck motherfucker that gets in my way I'm insane, and my homeboy's death made me this way But then we spot him, Evil E shot him Dead in the face, made sure that he got him Others ran, but no mercy to the posse's wrath Automatic Uzi motherfuckin bloodbath Let's peel their caps back Let's peel their caps back Let's peel their caps back Then all of a sudden, a bullet came through my eye My dome exploded and I felt my other brothers die I drink my blood as I fell like shit into the street My corpse stunk like a burnt out rotten piece of meat Ten brothers died in this stupid homicidal binge Cause whenever someone dies, nobody wins But this drama, you'll never hear a word of cause all the paper's gonna read is a gang murder Gang murder |
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Ten years ago
I used to listen to rappers flow Talkin' bout the way They rocked the mic at the disco I liked how that shit was goin' down With my own sound So I tried to write rhymes Somethin' like them, my boys said, "That ain't you Ice, That shit sounds like them." So I sat back, thought up a new track Didn'T fantasize, kicked the pure Facts. Motherfuckers got scared Cause they weas unprepaired who would tell it how it relly was? Who dared? A motherfucker from the West Coast L.A. South Central fool Where the Crips and the Bloods play When I wrote about parties It didn't fit Six in the Mornin' That was the real shit O.G. Original Gangster When I wrote about parties Someone always died When I tried to write happy Yo I knew I lied, I lived a life of crime Why play ya blind? A simple look and anyone with two cents would know I'm A hardcore player fromhe streets Rappin' bout hardcore topics Over hardcore drum beats a little different Than the average though Jet you thru the fast lane Drop ya on death row Cause anybody who's been there Knows that life ain't sho lovely On the blood-soaked fast track That invincible shit don't work Throw ya in a joint You'll be comin' out feet first So I blst the mic with my style Sometimes I'm ill The other times buck wild But the science is always there I'd be a true sucker If I acted like I didn'T care I rap for brothers just like myself Dazed by the game In a quest for extreme wealth But I kick it to you hard and real One wrong move, and you caps peeled I ain't no super hero I ain't no Marvel Comic But when it comes to game I'm atomic At droppin' it straight Point blank and untwisted No imagination needed, cause I lived it This ain't no fuckin' joke This shit is real to me I'm Ice-T O.G. Two weeks ago I was out at the disco Two brothers stepped up to me And said "Hey yo, Ice We don't think you're down What set ya claimin'?" E drew the Glock, yo my set's aimin'! Dumb motherfucker Try to roll on me, please! I'm protected by a thousand emcees and hoodlums and hustlers And bangers with Jeri curls we won't even count the girls Cause they got my back And I got theirs too Fight for the streets When I'm on Oprah or Donahue They try to sweat a nigga But they just didn'T figure What my wit's as quick as a hair trigger "He's not your everyday-type Prankster." I'm Ice-T, the original gangster So step to me If you think that you're ready to Got on your bullet proof? Well mine's goin' right thru This ain't no game to me It's hollow fame to me Without respect frome streets So I don't claim be The hardest motherfucker on earth Catch me slippin, I can even get worked But I don'T slip that often there's a coffin Waitin' for the brother Who comes off soft when The real fuckin' shit goes down Take a look around all them pussies can be found they talk a mean fight But fight like hoes I'm from South Central, fool Where everything goes Snatch you out your car so fast You'll get whiplash Numbers on your roof top For when the copters pass Gang bangers Don't carry no switch blades Every kid's got a Tec 9 or a Hand grenade Thirty-seven killed Last week in a crack war Hostges tied up And shot in a liquor store Nobody gives a fuck "The children have to go to school." Well, moms, good luck Cause the shit's fucked up bad I use my pad and pen And my lyrics break out mad I try to write about fun andthe goodtimes But the pen yanks away and explodes And destroys the rhyme Maybe it's just cause of where I'm from L.A. that was a shot gun! |
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| 4:25 |
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Yo Ease lets do this..
I am a nightmare walking psychopath talking king of my jungle just a gangster stalking Living life like a firecracker quick is my fuse Then dead as a deathpack the colors I choose red or blue cause a blood it just don't matta Sucker die for your life whith my shotgun scatters we gangs of L.A. will never die....just multiply You see they hit us then we hit them then we hit them and they hit us, man It's like a war, ya know what I'm sayin people dont even understand They don't even know what they dealing with you wanna get ridda the gangs its gonna take alot of work but people don't understand the size of this this is no joke man this is real you don't know me, fool you disown me, cool I don't need your assistance, social persistance any problem I got I just put my fist in My life is violent, but violent is life peace is a dream, reality is a knife my colors my honour my colors my all with my colors upon me one soldier stands tall tell me what have you left me, what have I got last night in cold blood my young brother got shot my home got jacked my mother's on crack my sister can't work cause her arms show trax Madness insanity live in profanity then some punk claimin they understandin me give me a break, what world do you live in death is my sect, guess my religion Yo my brother was a gang banger and all my homeboys bang I don't know why I do it man, I just do it I never had much of nuffin man Look at you man, you've got everything going for yourself and I ain't got nuffin man, I've got nuffin I'm living in the ghetto man just look at me man, look at me My pants are saggin braided hair suckers stare but I don't care my game ain't knowelgde my game's fear I've no remorse so squares beware But my true mission is just revenge you ain't in my sect, you ain't my friend wear the wrong color your life could end homocides my favorite venge Listen to me man no matter whatcha do don't ever join a gang you don't wanna be in it man, You're just gonna end up in a mix of dead freinds and time in jail I know, if I had a chance like you, I would never be in a gang man but I didn't have a chance You know I wish i did I'll just walk like a giant police defiant you'll say to stop but I'll say that I cant my gangs my family its all that I have I'm a star, on the walls is my autograph You don't like it, so you know where you can go cause the streets are my stage and terror's my show phsyco-analize tried diognising me wise It was a joke brother the brutally died But it was mine, so let me define my territory don't cross the line Don't try to act crazy cause the bitch dont thank me you can be read like a punk it wouldn'ta made me cause my colors death thou we all want peace but our war won't end, they'll always see See the wars of the street gangs will always get to me man But I don't wanna be down with this situation man but I'm in here, if I had something betta to do I think I'd do it but right now I'm just down here boye I'm trying to get money cause I'm smart I'm gunna get paid while I'm out here I'm gunna get that paper, ya know what I'm saying If I had a chance like you, maybe I would be in school but I'm not, I'm out here living day to day surviving and I'm willing to die for my colors Yo'll please stop, cause I want ya all to live. This is Ice-T, Peace... |
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| 4:43 |
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Hustler, word, I pull the trigger long,
Grit my teeth, spray till every nigga's gone. Got my block sewn, armored dope spots, Last thing I sweat's a sucka punk cop. Move like a king when I roll, hops, You try to flex, bang, another nigga drops. You gotta deal with this cause there's no way out, Why? Cash money ain't never gonna play out. I got nothin to lose, much to gain, In my brain, I got a capitalist migraine. I gotta get paid tonight, you muthafuckin right. [something] my grip, check my bitch, keep my game tight. So many hos on my jock, think I'm a movie star. Nineteen, I got a fifty thousand dollar car. Go to school, I ain't goin for it, Kiss my ass, bust the cap on the Moet. Cause I don't wanna hear that crap, Why? I'd rather be a New Jack-----Hustler (chorus) Hustler Hustler Hustler H-U-S-T-L-E-R hustler (kid drop in) Yo man you know what I'm sayin? You got it goin on my man, I like how it's goin down. You got the fly cars, the girls, the jewels. Look at that ring right there, I know it's real, it's gotta be real. Man, you the flyest nigga I seen in my life! Yo man, I just wanna roll with you man, How can I be down? What's up? You say you wanna be down? Ease back, or muthafucka get beat down. Out my face, fool I'm the illest, Bulletproof, I die harder than Bruce Willis. Got my crew in effect, I bought em new Jags, So much cash, gotta keep it in Hefty bags. All I think about is keys and Gs Imagine that, me workin at Mickey D's (ha ha ha ha). That's a joke cause I'm never gonna be broke, When I die there'll be bullets and gunsmoke. Ya don't like my lifestyle? Fuck you! I'm rollin with the New Jack crew. And I'm a hustler. H-U-S-T-L-E-R hustler New Jack, New Jack.......... Here I come, so you better break North, As I stride, my gold chains glide back and forth. I care nothing bout you, and that's evident. All I love's my dope and dead presidents. Sound crazy? Well it isn't. The ends justifies the means, that's the system. I learned that in school then I dropped out, Hit the streets, checked a grip, and now I got clout. I had nothing, and I wanted it. You had everything, and you flaunted it. Turned the needy into the greedy, With cocaine, my success came speedy. Got me twisted, jammed into a paradox. Every dollar I get, another brother drops. Maybe that's the plan, and I don't understand, God damn----you got me sinkin in quicksand. But since I don't know, and I ain't never learned, I gotta get paid, I got money to earn. With my posse, out on the ave, Bump my sounds, crack a forty and laugh. Cool out and watch my new Benz gleam, Is this a nightmare? Or the American dream? So think twice if you're coming down my block, You wanna journey through hell? Well shit gets hot. Pregnant teens, children's screams, Life is weighed on the scales of a triple beam. You don't come here much, and ya better not. Wrong move (bang), ambulance cot. I gotta get more money than you got, So what, if some muthafucka gets shot? That's how the game is played, Another brother slayed, the wound is deep BUT they're givin us a Band Aid. My education's low but I got long dough, Raised like a pit bull, my heart pumps nitro. Sleep on silk, lie like a politician, My Uzi's my best friend, cold as a mortician. Lock me up, it's genocidal catastrophe, There'll be another one after me! A hustler. Hustler. H-U-S-T-L-E-R hustler. New Jack, New Jack...... |
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I'm livin' large as possible,posse unstoppable
Style topical,vividly optical Listen,you'll see'em sometimes I'll be'em Cops,critics and punks,necer ever wanta see me in POWER Well,that's too bad,Apocalypse Now I'm back and I'm mad We're comin',you're runnin' cold and cunning Ice T on the mic,TopGunning After your neck,checkin' respect,makin' you sweat Rhyme Syndicate boy in effect The rap motivator,teacher,talker,night rhyme stalker Words thrillin',so real they're chillin',the hit author Gettin' louder than a shot gun,you don't want none RHYME PAYS was the name of the album But that was number one,this is the number two The posse grew,we're gonna break through Power Somebody line up the suckers who refuse to recognize the truth Tie up the punks who refuse to understand the youth My posse's growin' and it's gettin' larger every day Detroit,Chi-Town,Pittsburgh,Houston,L.A. Come on,come on,come on,toys,let's play Circle the calendar,perpetrator doomsday ICE T fool man of my own full grown I cause havoc when I speak upon the microphone I'm outspoken,no jokin',get in my face your jaw will get broken Layin' it,sayin' it,then you're playing it Lyrics so heavy that you might try weighin' it Hated by many but I hate'em back Loved by troopers who know where it's at You might like me,might think I'm wack But 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 the clubs that think with their butts No hats,no jeans,no sneakers,no what? No beepers,no gold? Yo kiss my ass We'll wait and see who gets the last laugh We'll have the power Power (x3) Power it starts with P like pussy She knows she's got it,she doesn't worry,does she? Spendin' your cash,leavin' you in the trash While your little head's thinkin',they're gone in a dash They got it,know it,that's why they show it The power of sex,if man could overthrow it He'd be king in a day,no way.We get rich,hard,give it away We're weak and as we speak,the girls are hawkin' Sizin' me up straight out as I'm talkin' But you gotta have control if you want the gold I don't wanta be alone like Stallone So I keep my mind thinkin' 'bout the green And stop dwellin' on the in-between I got the power Power I'm on a mission mackin' hard as a hammer Take my picture,I might take your camera My posse might move,and they move fast A fool's move could be a punk's last Ain't no criminal although I used to be Ain't no new jack rappin' ain't new to me I been makin' records on wax since 1982 Now it's 1988 finally I'm coming through That adds up to six years of makin' ok jams,but now I'm mad Here comes the body slam Turnin' out concerts,house'n the industry Lovin' all the fly girls screamin' for ICE T Rollin' with the Syndicate my unstoppable battalion 38 Solid gold my medalion Gainin' velocity,momentum and energy ICE Capital T I got the power Power So you say that I'm a fake think,you really must be a fool I been to jail more times than you have probably been in school Shot at,shot back,hit,and seen my buddies killed That's the foundation upon the raps of ICE-T are built I say what I think,the system does stink Money you walk,you short,you're writin' from the klink Come on,what's up,you know the laws are full of bull Prey on the lame,release those with pull Power!I know you wanta try it Well check out money can buy it Control and mold the world to do your wishin' The knowledge of power is mine,so just listen Money controls the world and that's it And once you got it,then you can talk shit Power You have the power Power You have the power I got the power(fade out) |
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Come on
Come on Do this, ugh, come on, come on Time to get wreck and kick the so on and so on The I-c-e-T O.G. M.C. L.A.P.D. H-a-t-e- s (Ho!) Watch the mic blow I flip scripts, and the Dump drops the Ammo Time to get wreck with the new style It's '93 and MC's are gettin buck wild But I - ain't a - nigga That's gonna get left with a big zero as a figure I'm gonna end up with a big sum Cause if you don't like one jam, I always got another one Different, specifically I don't copy Tear up the track if the flow sounds sloppy I don't play one game I bust about a dozen cuts on my lp's, none the same * I ain't new to this I ain't new to this Never been New to this Nigga New to this I ain't new to this Fool New to this Fuck around and catch a left and a right fist Boom bam, I drop fat slang When I used to hustle, used to be down with the crack game When I was young, I used to roll with a street gang If you wanna squabble, muthafucka, it ain't no thang I ain't new to this, I ain't new to this Blow your dome, I hit quick as a pugilist Ugh, ah, what's up? Now your eyes swoll' Thought I went soft, cause my records went gold (Sucker) Buster, you'se a - muthafuckin punk fool Caught you in your eye while you reached for your tool Now it's mine, and you're blind Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop goes the nine Yeah. what you're dissin bout, friend? Sayin I went out, but you ain't never been in I got r-e-s-p-e-c-t in the industry That's somethin that you'll never see *Repeat (They can get a smack for that) --> Flavor Flav (Yeah-yeah) On and on to the funk track Back glass shakin like shit, that's where the trunk's at That's cause my shit's - made for Niggas that are hardcore Brothers is quick to hook a left to your right jaw Girls, come on, girls, come on, girls, come on Get your clothes off and the fun on Girls, come on, girls, come on, girls, come on Get your clothes off and the fun on It's time to check cash Jump in my 4, hit the switch and lay the ass While the Klan try to kill me But I wrote 'riot' on my muthafuckin will, gee So when I'm gone, it's on Caps goin off on the streets like popcorn Talkin bout Simon till the early morn' Word is bond But now I just cool Bumpin my Gang Starr tape by my pool I ain't new to this *Repeat Check, check, I got problems with the press Caught the punk in traffic, stabbed the sucker in his neck (Ugh) Punk reporter tried to diss me (Ugh) Now the muthafucka's history (Ha) I got to make a break hardcore fat tape Word, I don't fantasize, I don't exaggerate Just kick correct with the 1-2 mic check Still quick to swing, take a sucker to the deck I'm not the nigga you should step to like a sucker Walk up talkin shit, you best to be a good ducker Your posse best to run from my gun Keep my nine off safety, and E holds the other one (Yeah, sucker) *Repeat (They can get a smack for that) And you don't stop Fuck, fuck around and get your punk ass dropped Yeah |
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I was born in new jersey, I said it before
But I guess nobody heard me My mother died young No sistas or brothas, I was the only son When I was twelve my pops died too What a brotha was supposed to do? They sent me out West To live with my aunt I guess they though it was the best But there was no love there Growin' with no moms I guess I was prepared to live in a vacuum The bedroom the kitchen, the hall and the bathroom I didn't leave home much, didn't like L.A. Didn't have no friends to trust Got busted to a school Blacks and whites, I guess the shit was cool But in highschool I changed Didn't wanna bust, didn't wanna play the game I walked to Crenshaw high, shit was fly I hooked up with new cru Some brothas that knew what the fuck to do You might call it gang but we called it a set And it was our own thang The whole school was down And one way or another everybody fucked around When the hardcore or not you wore the right color or your ass got shot That's how i'm livin'... I did three years in and made close friends Havin' no love my homies came my only I was glad: a family I never had But I grew up fast got a girl on 10th grade pregnant Needin' cash, I had to change my style Switched from bangin' to hustlin' No more goin' buckwild Had to get a cashflow But my hustle was weak, it was a no go I join the army, four years in that shit Be all fucked you can be Came back to the hood My homies had done good Had elevated their game About 100 gees a lick, no mothafuckin' shame Passed for the jewels Baby sledgehammers with the tools I speak on this with a hesitation Even though it passed the statue of limitation... I checked the bank Bought a porsche and gear, earn high streetrank But as I grew my whole crew fell thru Cops had us on the books as innerstate crooks Murder robbery rape escape, the whole damn nine You robbed a nigga blind I had too much juice, I cut my boosters loose I was intread with the pimpgame Took on the ice-name But the pimpgame moved too slow Especially for a nigga who was hooked on quick dough In one nite late I was in a carwreck And I was lucky to escape Hospital for teen weeks, in bed almost dead And when I got well, I got gaught in a cross And got locked in a jailcell That's how I'm livin'... They cutted me loose And I had to change troops This time they didn't catch me Next time they'll strecth me Cause my time was gettin' short All my homies was in court Or locked in a hole, this shit was gettin' old So I changed my life Putted down the gun and picked up the mic It took ten years to get from there to here But I still keep a gun, cops got me on the run And they hate me more now Than they ever did before My homies came back from pen And we all worked together True friends but every once and while Some punk mistakes me as a junk And he gets in my face Wrong mothafuckin' place And I aint lyin', that's how you dyin'... |
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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 [ VERSE 2 ] 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 [ VERSE 3 ] 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 |
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Rampage on stage,my crews in a rage
Searched my posse,found the Uzi but missed the 12 gauge Maniac,I'm a rhyme brainiac,livin' on the edge of a razor Remember that Cold rollin' thick as a shake,I'm rockin' hard as a quake I can't live on bread and water or lobster and steak My mino's a riot gun,there ain't none bigger About to unload the ammo,"E" squeeze the trigger They say I'm violent,they should watch their T.V. They say I'm brutal,they should check their P.D. You made me,now your kids rave me I rap about the life that the city streets gave me Murder,intrigue,somebody must bleed Miami Vice is small time,L.A's the big league From the rollin' 60's to the nickerson "G" Pueblos,grape street,this is what I see The jungle,the 30's,the V.N.G. Life in L.A. ain't no cup of ter Squeeze the trigger I've been dogged out by cops,shackled and socked Paid my dues to the streets,took my hard knocks Disrespected by snobs,damn near trampled by mobs Persecuted by squares workin' nine to five jobs Like a panther I prowl ,like a lion I growl Learn to see behind my back like the head of an owl I'm the voice of the youth,the prophet of truth What I speak is really though some May say ruthless tactics are takin' by me to awaken People to life but I feel no fakin' No jivin',no lyin',no frontin',no playin' Say exactly whats up,understand what I'm sayin' Ban me,try it,you might cause a riot What the radio won't play,the underground will supply it I'm a MC pirate that's loud not quiet Radical as they make'em,make a rule I'll defy it Critics may say I'm wise,some may call my words lies I've lived more in one day than they will in their lives But most do respect the words I inject Kick credit for realism and the truth I project Because I could bust rhymes for fun,or cut MC's like a knife But the topic I love is the drama of life So don't diss me don't dare,I feel you should care You may think I'm soft but you're just unaware Of the wrath of the Ice enraged prepare For a true nighmare Squeeze the trigger Cops hate kids,kids hate cops,cops kill kid's with warnin' shouts What is crime and what in not?what is justice?I think I forgot We buy weapons to keep us strong Reagan sends guns where they don't belong The controversy is thick and the drag is strong But no matter the lies we all know who's wrong Homeless sleep on the city streets Waitin' to die with nothin' to eat While rich politicians soak their feet In the pools at their ten million buck retreats People hate people for color of face No one had a choice in the race we were placed A brother in queens was beaten and chased Murdered cold in the streets, a goodamn disgrace Just because of his race,his life went to waste And no one went to jail when the court heard the case Justice or corruption?it's all interlaced How can you swallow this?I can't stand the taste Squeeze the trigger I get paid for illin',cold makin' a killin' My pockets keep fillin',I got dollars to the ceilin' Got a safe in my floor,car got bullet proof doors Every time I rock the mic I leave you wishin' for more Because my raps ain't bull,got cold stupid pull You wanna eat my rhymes like candy,till your mind's over full But most MC's today ain't got nothin' to say "A" to the mother fuckin' "K" Squeeze the trigger |
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I'm rollin' up in a big gray bus
And I'm shackled down Myself that's who I trust The minute I arrived Some sucker got hit Shanked ten times Behind some bullshit Word in the pen the fool was a snitch So without hesitatin' I made a weapon quick If found a sharp piece of metal Taped it to a stick Then a bullhorn sounds That means it's time for chow My first prison meal The whole feeling was foul It wasn't quite my style But my stomach growled So I flushed the shit down And hit the weight pile The brothers was swole The attitudes was cold Felt the tension on the yard From the young and the old But I'm a warrior I got my ground to hold So I studied the inmates To see who hd the power the Whites? The Blacks? Or just the gun tower! In a blink of an eye, a riot broke out Blacks put their backs to the wall Cause it was north and south A gun man shouts And everybody had doubt Until the bullets started fly'n Took two men out Thn they rushed everybody Back to their cells Damn the pen is different than The county jail I'm in a one man cell I know my life's on a scale I wonder if that gunman is goin' to hell This is my second day I got a ten year stay I learned my first lesson In the pen you don't plaay I saw a brother kill another Cause he said he was gay But that's the way it is It been that way for years and when his body hit the ground I heard a couple of cheers It kind of hurt me inside That they were glad he died and I ask myself Just who had the power? The Whites? The Blacks? Or just the gun tower! You see the Whites got a thing The call White pride The Blacks got the muscle Mexicans got the knives You better be wise You wanna stay alive Go toe to toe with a sucka No matter wht size A fool tried to sweat me Act'n like he was hard I stuck him twice in the neck And left him dead in the yard It was smooth how I did it Cause nobody could see With my jacket on my arm And my knife on the side of me Bam bam, it was over Another one bites the dust I went crazy in the pen With nobody to trust Bench'n ten quarters, so I'm hard to sweat Used a tat gun, and engrved my set They call me a lifer Cause I'm good as dead I live in the hole, so the floor's my bed And I ask myself again Who has the power The Whites? The Blacks? Or just the gun tower |
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* 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 *Repeat 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 *Repeat 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 *Repeat |
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"You gotta make the money first" "Then when you get the money, you get the power" "Then when you get the power, Then you get the woman" [Ice-T] The problem is you broke, You ain't got no car or job You slow with youer hustle, You dress like a slob Ladies ain't looking for no brothers like this They want the dub-twisting ballers with the ice on their wrist You gotta get your cash right to get in the game Might have to pull a pistol, Flip some caine Get out in them streets and hustle hard in the rain Take your come up and reinvest to the game "You gotta make the money first" You need a lot to go far What you think is rich, I just spent on a car What you think is paid, I just blew on a watch What you think is wealthy, I just dropped on a yacht Flip the street cash and try to pick some stocks Kick back in your pad and watch it roll like crops But it really ain't that easy, Or we all would be rich One mistake, You're broke, The come up's a bitch Make the right moves and forget about sleep Concentrate on the paper chase, Join the elite Few dun got mad cash and money to spend Money to straight blow and money to lend And only then, You made it past stage one, My friend [Chorus x2] [Ice-T] Now you got the money and the cash flow thick But you really ain't nothing but a richer trick Just because you're paid, you can still get thick By your low life homies or skanless bitch You gotta move it around, put it in the right hands Maybe a judge, Make a PA your friend Understand what really moves the world Recognize what really moves these girls Juice is more important than cash for real Money you spend, But true power you feel It ain't that easy to reach Respect is about the hardest damn thing in the streets to get Make your moves correct, Watch your crew Watch your back, They watching you Anybody round you has gotta be true Or you never make it past stage two Listen, when you get the real true power, You know People will feel you, Wherever you go And when you really max this game You'll never have to say your name [Chorus] [Ice-T] Now you got the power, It's on, My friend Cuz the one thing women love is powerful men The one thing women hate are brothers that bend They act like they like 'em, But they only pretend They wanna be with that man in the V.I. They don't wanna stand in line You outta your mind? That other player's got cash, But no juice Cuz the powerful men get to choose From a multitude of women that be steppin in crews Willing to do much more than before Give you quick brains, It's insane Just what the woman'll do just for you Cuz if you got the power, Then they gets it too If you rollin benz, Then they rollin too If you livin phat, Then they ballin too That sounds stupid to you, Not to me They winning one move when it takes us three Cars, Big houses, And shopping sprees While most of us see the penitentiary [Chorus x2] |
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