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Seven deadly sins [repeated several times - Morgan Freeman]
[Jay-Z] Yeah yeah yo Ice what's up? Just chilling ya heard? It's the god. Know what I mean? Heard you preparing to drop this 7th deadly sin Know what I mean? Just showing, you know, love, you know what I mean? One player to another, you know coastal How we do you know? Connect Hit me up, give me a call. You know how we do? Peace out Roc-A-Fella Style, Peace [Ice-T] Motherfuckers said I'd never survive, here I am Check your sound scan virally grand out the box Bitches and glocks, hoes got rocks on my table Fuck your cable, you better Ice that shit Fuck you income you better twice that shit You couldn't see me if you stood right in front of a pimp You niggas make a million dollar but still manage to sink I can stop for 10 years and still be 5 years in front of ya What do ya want? Mad bitched to flaunt And mad wealth, but you fuckin hoes yourself If you caught one its like a lesbian connect You and a bitch all pussy no dick Since '86 I been bustin off clips Mashin mad whips, bendin hot chicks Westside them niggas that ride for this shit Fly to New York City, crack a Brooklyn bitch You see me in a tunnel with my niggas on hit Light skinned nigga in the full ink mink Fuckin off chump change on bitches and drinks (Yo Ice you fuck that bitch?) Nigga what do you think? I aint fuckin these hoes cause these bitches aint payin Pimpin to me, that aint no bullshit sayin Every song I hear today's about straight trickin Mother fuck a bitch, hoe get your heels kickin And all you niggas out there that don't like me Fuck you! Fuck what you're goin through, fuck your hood And all my real motherfuckers know it's all in the good A nigga came up like a real pimp should I feel you players out there givin me love And all my dead homies watchin me from above And all you down bitches recognize in the heat Step to a pimp when you see me on the street Let a nigga know that you down to hoe Represent the Ice and collect the dough This aint nothing new aint no mother fuckin fa鏰de I've bee rockin shit for over 10 years god You haters paralyze when a real baler comes around Nigga give it up and put you fuckin head down Cause you don't wanna talk to about how much dope you sold You don't wanna talk 'bout how hard you claim your role You don't really look me in the eyes sucker (Know why?) Cause game knows game And I don't know you buster You got a deal with you own reflection in the mirror So what you did a bid You still a bitch kid And not too many niggas gonna do what I did Come off the streets, make raps about the lifestyle Real for my niggas from the ghetto to the penile Say what you will I moved to the hills The seventh deadly is envy Nigga fuck how you feel! |
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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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Cruisin' for a bruisin',I'm talkin' no crap
Pipe bomb in my trunk,got a nine in my lap I'm layin' for a sprayin',tonight there's no playin' My posse's most strapped,tonight the crew's weighin' Dust is burnin',the steering wheel's turnin' I'm out a week,I'm already earnin' Suckers crossed,tonight it's their loss Payback time,boy,life's the cost Gauges out the window,one lay cross the roof They all die if those suckers ain't bullet proof I'm rollin' death tollin',of course the car's stolen But I'm blind to what's wrong,all I want is what's golden A fool in a fight,too dumb to know right Fuckin' blue light-read'em their rights Drama (x4) Copped an alias bailed out in an hour or less I keep a bank for that don't know about the rest Copped another piece,hit the dark streets Rollin' once again,fuck the damn police Called up my friend JOE, a roof job pro,459 on his mind car stereos He said the spot was sleep,he cased the joint a week 3 a.m. on the dot inside we creep Got Alpines,Fishes,JVC's, Motorola Phones,Sony Color TV's Had the hide packed up till we heard freeze Fuckin' blue lights-read'em their rights Drama (x4) 4 in the morning,lights in my face That's the time,you know the place Cuffed in the room with the two-way glass Detects in effect cold doggin' my ass "What's your date of birth?"..."What's your real name?" I stuck to my alias,I know the game If they don't know who you are,then they don't know what you've done "You're just makin' this harder on yourself,son" I know this shit by heart,I'm too clever "Have you ever been arrested before?" "Nope,never" Da reject all over his face You see no confession,no case Then my boy started illin',talkin' and tellin' Son of a bitch-he was a snitch Drama (x6) Under I went,I caught a case and half He dropped the mallet,then the judge laughed Now I'm in the penzo,chillin' like a real pro I can't move until the man says go A puppet of the big game,an institutional thing I wouldn't be here if I fed my brain Got knowledge from school books,instead of street crooks Now all I get is penitentiary hard looks The joint is like an oven of caged heat You're just a number,another piece of tough meat Killers and robbers are all you great Act soft you will get beat On death row they got their own hot seat For those who feel that they are truly elite The last thing you see's a priest The lights dim-your life ends Drama |
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Once again,my friends,it's time to rock it till the party ends
Rhymin' with timin',while EVIL E lets the record spin Kickin' it,hittin',rockin',just so dope it's shockin' Because I be layin' rhymes super sly,'cause this is do or die Make it or break it,although most emcees do fake it I'll say the ICE can't take it,time to microphone bake it Raise the heatin' level,break out your coal shovel Pump the temp,I'm sweatin' like a devil Listen to my heartbeat,it's beatin' like a wild man But that's natural,'cause you know that I am No punk,no chump,no fool,no toy Try to get ill and serve you,boy I'm on a hype tip,this ain't no ego trip Just rollin' thick as hell,champagne I sip as well Listen and you'll envision,this rap's metabolism I think the beat is dope,but it's still your decision Whether to turn it on,turn it off Turn it up,make it loud,make it soft EQ me with new frequencies or Just rewind me till the tape bleeds My heartbeat's kickin' like a saturday movie Some say it's def,some say it's groovy I say it's fly,you know why? Because it's spoken by the brother,whose name is spent with the "I" The C-E-T.,Cold Chillin' rhyme villain on the M-I-C. With raps roarin',I'm never borin',I keep tourin' My record sales keep soarin' and soarin' I'll make a million,maybe two Buy some rides,gold blow the dough on my crew Wake up the next morning broke as hell But not for long 'cause my records sell My heartbeat's kickin' like a gun shot Why not?That's who I made it for,the hardrocks Better watch your gold when the posse breaks Because what they want is what they take But I'm coolin',I'm never foolin',too busy rulin' Sucker emcees who need microphone schoolin' Leave'em dazed,dogged,served and droolin' By the playin' punk slayin' mac of microphone duelin' Heartbeat(scratch freestyle) This conglomeration is just a demonstration Of rap's penetration to the core of our nation Some rappers get down with toy commercial sounds I had my choice,I chose the underground Like me or hate me,now if you want you can rate me My beat is by ISLAM,the cut's by the great E. My heartbeat is kickin',it's kickin' louder and louder It's gettin' deffer and deffer,I'm feelin' prouder and prouder Not robbin' or killin',just mic illin' The phone rings,"WE MADE ANOTHER MILLION" Break out the Dom and pop the corks Catch a flight to New York Hit the L.Q. watch RED spin,"IT'S CLOSED" Brooklyn strikes again Heartbeat(scratch) Once again,my friends,it's time to rock it till the party ends Rhymin' with timin',while EVIL E lets the record spin Kickin' it,hittin',rockin',just so dope it's shockin' Because I be layin' rhymes super sly,'cause this is do or die Make it or break it,although most emcees do fake it I'll say the ICE can't take it,time to microphone bake it Raise the heatin' level,break out your coal shovel Pump the temp,I'm sweatin' like a devil Listen to my heartbeat,it's beatin' like a wild man But that's natural,'cause you know that I am No punk,no chump,no fool,no toy Try to get ill and serve you Boy(fade out) |
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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 lirycs intense Get telephoto,break out your big lens Look,check out the sales charts My record's kickin',I'm breakin' P.D.'s hearts They banned me from their shows Because they said I'm too hard But no sell-out,I guess I'm just barred I ain't changin' mine for no body They bleeped words from Doug's LA-DE-DA-DE I can't get a bleep?What's the deal? Maybe my words are just too real It's not profanity,it's just the man and me He doesn't want you to see what I see Doesn't want you to be what you can be Word,censorship of reality Radio suckers never play me(x3)(sampler of PE "rebel without a pause") Suckers don't,but some do The real troopers bring the ICE to you And close friends to me,yea,PUBLIC ENEMY These stations have high intellect They don't pretend to be,too bourgeois to rock a jam raw Understand what I'm sayin',they're down by law They play the jams that are right,sometimes not polite They realize you gotta get some people uptight Speak the word,your voice will definitely be heard Lie to yourself,you're destined to be to the curb Some stations don't care,they'll never put on the air Nothin' but commercial junk,their brain power's impaired They don't listen or try to hear what I write Maybe just think once,or try some school at night They're makin' radio wack,people have to escape But even if I'm banned,I'll sell a million tapes Radio suckers never play me (x3) I made records for music,not for the money To some of you that might sound funny But I ain't broke,and I don't joke And my lirics are known to make ears smoke Clear as a gun scope,I speak the pure dope Can the radio handle the truth?...Nope Uncut,no edits,no censors You can get a plastic rapper from any ol'dispenser A penny a yard,to make a record ain't hard But to make it mean something,that's a job But then we do it,they refuse it So I tell them duck suckers to cold go screw it We shouldn't sell out,we should just yell out And get them wack motherfuckers the hell out Radio suckers never play me (x4) Cruisin' down the street what do I see? Crash Task Force,L.A.P.D. Gangs illin',wildin' and killin' Hustlers on a roll,like they got a million Girls on the strap and you know that You know the guys will stop wildin' if you stop that crap But you can't,you want money so bad You'll jock anything with the Gucci tag You gotta have it,so the men go get it Robbin' and stealin',soon to regret it Livin' in a jail cell,feelin' like a dumbbell While you jump the next jock,well That's reality,that's what I see Nobody says that you have to agree Censorship that ain't the way to be I thought you said this country was free? Radio suckers never play me (x2) Tone it down,...Is what they say to me The FCC will not allow profanity Your subject matter's too hard,make a love song You better get real,come on I ain't no lover,I'm a fighter Hard core radical rap rhyme writer Pushin' the botton,E does the cuttin' Everything I say amounts to something More than a single rap,I'm too deep for that I lay my lirics with logic,press the wax Play it on your tape deck,feel the effect If you can't take the heat,eject But I know you can,'cause you're an ICE-T fan No sell-outs here,my man Radio....(fade out) |
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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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Emcee's no time out,it's time to rhyme out
You've dug your own grave,now you must climb out Dig out,crawl out,hide from the fallout 'Cause when I get mad I go all out ICE cooler than the coldest cube,dude And when I'm micin',boy,I'm know to get rude Criminal background,it's time to get down I use a silencer,don't like the loud sound Off my mic blast,you better run fast The last punk that popped junk passed Spit on his grave,laughed,jumped in my stretch Signed his bitch an autograph Syndicate boy,I don't fool out You're full grown,school's out You try to diss?..I think you better cool out 'Cause your butt is smoke,if we ever duel out This jam is directed,to all of those who expected For me to cold be rejected,but now I'm highly respected And now their ears are infected With dollar signs I've collected Jealous punks,I said it! Personal Take a personal Take it personal,punk,I'm talkin' to you And if they agree with you,then your crew too I never diss an emcee,I wish'em all good luck But if you diss me to my face,duck My style don't ramble,you shouldn't gamble With your grill,I got a fist like an anvil I write a record,lock it on the topic EVIL and IZ dog the track,then we drop it Record stores rock it,stock it,fans buy it People that never heard of ICE-T try it Then you try to diss? You got gall I got gold on my neck and gold on my wall Gold in my fingers,gold in my ear When this jam's spinnin',gold's what you hear Toy,this ain't Christimas,no time to play I ain't no child,punk,you'll get sprayed Illin' on a mega-villan You must want a pine box to go chill in Buried deep,creep,no one will weep 'Cause the next night with your bitch I'll sleep Personal Take it personal I ain't East Coast,West Coast,new style,or old style You wanna know about me? Check police files Get out my face or you might have a bruised one Brass knuckle prints? Yes,I used some I ain't here to boast,I don't do that When I talk it's straight dope,pure facts I rock hard but still called a new jack But talk shit,you're sure to get heard cracked I don't drink or smoke or do dumb drugs But my posse's still labeled street thugs L.A.P.D's got all my boy's mugs Can't use my phone for the damn bugs I live in privacy,don't like suckers hawking me News reporters,some think they can talk for me Lies,misquotes,changin' all my words around But if I catch'em on the street they'll get beat down They get money for hype-type publicity They don't think twice,about dissin' me But that's a mistake,with tha SYNDICATE you shoudn't mess I hope those punk reporters wear vests! Personal Take that personal Now the words I speak to some may sound radical But I'll explain,it's simply mathematical You diss,I diss,this is creates an equal You reply to my diss,this is called a sequel I reply to your diss,this is called a battle Not intelligent,not very adult So I don't battle,I just put heads out A straight line is always the direct route I write lyrics clear,to leave no doubt Don't even have to say who I'm speakin' about You know who you are,you just jealous 'Cause you hear my records are million sellers Try to say I'm wack,out on the streets While your whole crew is jockin' my beats See me on T.V. and in the papers See me at a jam,and catch vapors! Personal |
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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 drive me crazy with those big ole butts Girl, Let's Get Butt Naked And Fuck! Tonight,I wanta make this real clear,dear I've no time to whisper in your ear No time to remove our fears I just wanta get near Get butt naked and roll around Move our bodies like up and down Do that stuff that your mama call smut! Girl, Let's Get Butt Naked And Fuck! Come on,you know you wanta do it,too It's good to me,and it's good to you I only speak what's true You say you don't,but I know you do Come on up to my room We'll undress by the light of the moon Lay down and I'll caress that butt Girl, Let's Get Butt Naked And Fuck! I mean real stupid and nasty I know what you wnat,so you don't have to ask me Just lay back and I'll operate Jimbraski will go to work and penetrate And then we'll both feel great Make your move tonight,girl,don't hesitate We both want it,don't make it tough Girl, Let's Get Butt Naked And Fuck! Homeboys,you know the situation You're trying to rap but they give you frustration Nose in the air,turnin' you down When you really wanta say! "Yo baby let's get down" But you don't,you keep frontin' Kickin' conversation,ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' When all that's really on your mind is what? "Yo baby L.G.B.N.A.F." That's right if you're a man you want it If you're a woman you tease him and flaunt it But my crew got to have it And after they dog it,I autograph it The SYNDICATE don't lecture We move in a group,seduce and capture And if the posse has good luck Girl, Let's Get Butt Naked And Fuck! ISLAM takes the pictures And girls,I'm a say EVIL E's gonna get ya Get ya illin' in a nude mode A double X-rated episode Hotel rooms cold explode,when my posse unloads Sex in effect when we're on the road Girl, Let's Get Butt Naked And Fuck! Throw your hands up in the air If you love sex I know you're out there Safe sex that is,ya gotta be careful with this 88 sex biz But that's another song Girls,move your bodies sexy and the brothers will come along Homeboys,move in on that butt and say! Girl, Let's Get Butt Naked And Fuck! |
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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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Stick up,hands in the air
You move,you lose 'cause the ICE don't care No chance to run,don't shout Flinch an inch I'm gonna take you out Grand Larcenist,soloist,felonist,vocalist Crime's my rhyme,but here's a new twist I ain't here for your gold,bro All I want is the show This is Grand Larceny This is Grand Larceny (x3) I lay low for a show,and then I go Steal the motherfucker then we count the dough It's kinda like robbin',but it's legally done And now days if it ain't legal I don't fuck around I get a thrill when I ill and a jam is filled With 10.000 screamin' people,now that's the pill Who's gonna dog the set? The ICE will And once I'm in effect it's overkill Kinda like a hold-up.all the tickets sold up And then the black stretch limo cold rolls up And then the posse breaks,high off the Cold Duck And then I set the mic to show destruct Even if we open up,it don't mean nothing I rock the rhymes.E does the cuttin' Call it shownappin' I take a hostage a night Do shit and break out on the next flight This is Grand Larceny Grand Larceny I'm a kleptomaniac when a jam is packed You can fight all night,but you'll still get jacked By the show stealer,crime rhyme dealer Rap king pin,L.A. big-wheeler Got a posse so strong they could lift a tank Rob a bank But now we steal shows the cops say thanks Breathe easy 'cause the Syndicate deep Before we start rappin' They got no sleep This is Grand Larceny Grand Larceny Just give me a beat,give me a stage to stand on I know that none ya'll ever planned on A dude from L.A. who could rock shit this way Have his record go gold,with no radio play But it happened,The Ice is rappin' Just listen to my fans that are clappin' Or come to my show.sit in the front row And watch me steal the motherfucker before your ass can say "HO" I'm like a time bomb,but I'm a rhyme bomb Spray the whole audience with napalm Or something just as hot,I'll bust a rhyme,why not? Rap hittin' so hard,you'll think you shot I'll take a show and abduct it Stone cold house it,and if it gets wild With gasoline I'll douse it Set it ablaze,and then I'll stomp it out Many burnt emcees know what I'm talkin' about This is Grand Larceny Promoters on my tail now 'Cause they billed me low Here I am 'bout to steal another show So they turn my mic down Fuck up my audio sound But too late,we just dogged another town Rappin' like a Mac 10,as soon as I begin The only way to stop the stealin' Is throw me in the pen But that will never happen 'Cause I'm just cool rappin' My Larceny is legal,so sorry Captain I would never steal a rap But I'll steal a show in a minute It's as simple as that An interstate crook,my pistol's my rhyme book Any show that I'm on is a show that's took Better watch my left hook,or your jaw will get shook If my posse gets mad,it's best you book From the Grand Larcenist,ICE-T is my name Got a rap like a mac,and a game he same This is Grand Larceny (x3) |
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It was a Saturday night on the streets of Cali
Threw on my dope silk suit, brushed off my suede Bally's Threw on enough gold for any girl's pleasure Left a pound and a half of that shit still in the dresser I slapped a clip in my nine, threw a clip in my sock Hit three grand up off the dresser, it was ten on the dot Now my beeper started beepin, I threw that shit in the sink I didn't need it no more, I had more money than Prince See, I was quittin the game and tonight was my fling You see, on the streets they're players but only one king Now that's the title I held but the game is real fast You gotta get in and get out if you expectin to last Now my homeboy Evil was downstairs chillin in his brand new Benz I had many adversaries but very few close friends We broke to the set, E parked the car on the grass High-signin was his trademark and he did it with class Hit the door like two titans, the whole jam stopped to stare And as we walked through the crowd they threw bills in the air I spied my man Jazz maxin out with two stone cold freaks "Yo, what's up Ice, you rich now, man, you too good to speak?" Now Jazz was a player from the east coast, the Bronx He was known to be hard on the women and a brother he'd stomp Smack a bitch in a minute, some say just for fun And he was known for his chrome-plated pearl-handled gun "Yo Ice, you my brother and I love you and all But what's up with that six g's you owe me, man ...'member when your boys took that fall? And I posted the bail cause yo ass was locked up" Evil gave Jazz ten g's and Jazz shut the fuck up Just then I saw Donald-D hit the front door More gold than a Aztec, black leather he wore Hoes grabbed for they niggaz when D hit the set Cause what Donald-D wanted is what Donald-D'd get Donald's eyes hit mine and a smile crossed his face Then a light hit his ring and blinded the whole goddamn place "Yo Ice, you the coolest and Evil, you mean But I got the fliest new shit rollin off gasoline" Everyone in the party moved quickly outside To see Donald-D's ultimate Superfly ride It was black, it was low, cost twice that of my Porsche A Testarossa Ferrari - convertable of course It purred like a jet, "Yo man, I bought it with cash" It had 'Donald-D' written in gold on the dash Then out of nowhere came a shot across the street I felt pain in my chest and my knees got weak There was blood on my hands and I fell to the ground And all I could hear was, "Yo, Ice is down!" Somebody had shot me that night that I quit The night that I ended all this hustlin playin shit It's ironic ain't it, the night I retired Would be the same night that my whole life expired |
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