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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, Cuz or Blood, it just don't matter Sucker die for your life when 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 rid of the gangs it's gonna take a lotta 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 bit*h 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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I kicks the flava, like Steven King writes horror
If I was a Jew then I'd light a menorah I got rhymes for ya, excuse me senora Are you a hore or are you a lady? Is it Erica Boyare or Marcia Brady? Let me know hon, the deed'll get done Just assume the position, I'll take my rod And then I'll go fishin', I'll get your river flowin' When it comes to givin' pleasure, I'm every woman's treasure I came to work your body, so let me do my job I've never been laid off, my rhymin' skill paid off Cause now I'm makin' records, now I'm makin' tapes Steady bustin' suckers in bunches like grapes Makin' all the papes, scoopin' up the loot Puttin' suckers on the run, pull my gun and then I shoot I never been a front, I never a fraud I gotta natural skill, for that I thank the Lord Cause I feel blessed, I'm casually dressed I always got my gun, but I never wear a vest I'm quick on the draw like the horse named McGraw From the cartoon boom sha lock lock boom Chorus (boom sha lock lock boom) All right now (Boom sha lock lock boom) A little louder (Boom sha lock lock boom) Everybody (Boom sha lock lock boom) All right now Breaker, breaker, here comes the caper Straight with the taper, the lyric skyscraper Hit ya like a lyrical murderer I know ya think I have, but yo I never heard of ya Just because you heard of me kid Fuck around until you do the lifetime bid I'll put you in the dirt, and leave your ass for dead When it comes to tools, T's the sharpest in the shed Cause I'm the 55 Cadilac king It ain't no thing, my cargo ring We'll bust you in the crib I got the skill, you gots to chill Cause I bring doom, I got the boom sha lock lock boom Chorus I rock mad styles, I hop turnstiles I rock all mikes, I last all night I puff fat blunts, I rock fine scunts Step up bo, I'll kock out your gold fronts Everlast, that's my name My unique rhyme style's my claim to fame The House Of Pain's the name of my clip You can't be down, punk, get off my dick You make me sick, like strawberry Quik Your style is wack, you ain't the mac So yo step back, get off the crack And sing a new tune like boom sha lock lock boom Chorus (2x) |
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Yeah! I wanna let allllll y'all niggaz know in here tonight That this is that Wu-Tang shit This that shit that's gonna get you high... [echoes] See when you stimulate your own mind, for one common cause You see, who's the real motherfuckers See what you see, is you what you see (Can I say it? Wu-Tang a-run tings!) Be the original G Rhymin on timin and in the place to be (Run blood claat tings!) They love see meeeeeeee! [Ol' Dirty Bastard] You're a crossbreed, I'm a knowledge seed I want ACTION, that's what I need I never put doubt in my mind Cause I know when I touch the mic there's the rhyme See murder which is caused When you fuck with the negative and positive charge Then they came up, out my garage With the hit that's gonna be LARGE Tired of sittin on my fuckin ass Niggaz I know, be runnin around with mad fuckin cash Who the FUCK wanna be an emcee If you can't get paid, to be a fuckin emcee? I came out my momma pussy I'm on welfare Twenty-six years old still on welfare! So I gotta get paid fully Whether it's truthfully or untruthfully With my Boston bloodthirsty process P-E-A-C-E [Chorus: Method Man] Move em in move em in Move em out move em out Stick it up [whip sound] raw hide! [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Yea, gotta come back to attack Killin niggaz who said they got stacks, cause I don't give a fuck [inhales] I wanna see blood, whether it's period blood Or bustin your fuckin face, some blood!! I'm goin out my FUCKIN mind!! Everytime I get around devils [breathing hard]-aca |
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[Chorus: ]
Anything goes when it comes to hoes, they go: Pimpin' ain't easy (Pimpin' ain't eeeeeee-zyyyyyy) 6x [Greg Nice] One-two-three-four, to five-six-seven eight, nine-ten, then ya got eleven Twelve, thirteen, start your age; fourteen-fifteen-sixteen, the pubic stage Like an apple, like a cherry, like a peach, like a plum better get off the virgin before I cuuuuum! Pick up my pants and thump and thump I think I'll call up Tootie, she'll give me some Watch out, watch out I'm drippin' live scum I say damn, I love the way I make my posse roll-a 'Specially if the hoochie's on birht control-a Lift her up just like a pick up truck then I sat her down and we started to fuck Made whoopie, made whoopie, made whoopie, YO-O-O-O-O! I hope this time I don't make a cookie Brothers everywhere be callin' me a rookie Two from the Greg Nice from the o-o-old schoooooool but bullshit, I ain't no fool, 'cause Chorus [Big Daddy Kane] Well, I say...Extra! Extra! Here is a bachelor comin' straight at ya I see trim and bag it, take it home and rag it the Big Daddy law is anti-faggot That means no homosexuality; what's in my pants'll make you see reality And if you want to see a smooth black Casanova -- BEND OVAH! 'cause I don't half-step when it comes to broads The K-A-N-E 'll go the whole nine yards There's no time for coversation my dear [MOAN!] is all I want to hear So let's make a move, as I get smooth 'cause the purpose I serve is to soothe I'm tall, dark and handsome and all that junk Even white girls be sayin' "Ooh, Kane's a hunk!" Even Puerto Rican girls be callin' me papi Some try to copy, but they look sloppy So imitators who want to step to a brother like me, lick my manure! Chorus [Smooth B] I'm just goin' and I'm flowin' like a gigolo and when I used to be with Scott, I was a Super-Hoe But now I'm coolin' with Kane and Greg N-I-see-E and if the girlies want my tip they gotta pay a fee I love bonin', and all my friends they will agree that when it comes to pimpin' hoes...it ain't easy First name: Smooth. Last name: be |
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