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  • Yeah! 1993, i'm back mother*****er, this is ice t.
  • Got my nigga ice cube in the mother*****in house.
  • Yeah! up here in the ammo dump studios i got my
  • Nigga aladdin, slj's in the mother*****in place,
  • Behind the mixin boards,
  • We about to do dis shit like this here!
  • Verse 1:
  • It's goin down tonight in l.a.
  • Buckshot and uzis spray
  • Microphone blowa
  • The ***** checka
  • The ho wrecka
  • Ice mother*****in t
  • Nigga step to me
  • But grab ya hoes quick
  • Cause the syndicate's throwin that crazy dick
  • Punk mother*****ers run up
  • You'll get done up
  • We'll have your ass gunned up
  • Before sun-up
  • So what's the color i'm raggin?
  • Been a millionare for years
  • Still saggin
  • Left pocket's stuffed with the ???
  • .380 in my right so it sags a little bit
  • More than the rest of my gear
  • When i'm on tour
  • I empty clips
  • Bust lips
  • And break jaws
  • Cause i love to loc up
  • So punk mother*****er don't choke up
  • When you're talkin to me
  • Chorus:
  • Ice, ice mother*****in t (x4)
  • Verse 2:
  • Bush, quayle and clinton got a problem with me:
  • The motheruckin t
  • I give less than a ***** about any of them
  • Or their *****in police friends
  • They'd like to take me out
  • Make me a goner
  • They even tryin to sweat time warner
  • Why?
  • For tellin the truth to the youth
  • That a lot of mother*****ers are hot
  • And want police shot?
  • You can't stop the shock (?)
  • The fires are out
  • But the coals are still hot
  • I got juice to bring pain
  • You tryin to ***** with the ice
  • Are you insane?
  • This shit is bigger than me
  • Be warned
  • It's the calm before the storm
  • And every *****in thing i write
  • Is gonna be analyzed by somebody white
  • Chorus
  • Verse 3:
  • Run mother*****er, hide mother*****er, trip mother*****er, die mother*****er
  • You don't give love
  • And you won't get loved
  • You don't push
  • And you won't get shoved
  • No joke
  • I ain't here to laugh
  • I ain't here to cry
  • But every night of the week
  • One of my homies die
  • Eeny meeny mynie moe
  • Blood's pourin out the naps of your afro
  • It could be you
  • Could be you
  • Could be you
  • Could be your whole damn crew
  • It happens real quick
  • Screechin tires
  • Next thing you're hit
  • Your body's cold
  • Your body's hot
  • You feel your chest
  • You gasp for breath
  • You're shot
  • And now your homies is trippin'
  • Lookin for a gat to put they clip in
  • Street crime-
  • That's the thing i bring, ice t
  • I rap ??? sing
  • They call it controversy
  • I call it truth with no mercy
  • The beats are phat ammo dump tracks
  • The kind that make speakers crack
  • Not made for squares
  • Or the weak punks
  • That made the bump trunks
  • Press-
  • Get the ***** out my *****in face
  • I ain't got no more time to waste
  • A ho is a ho, a ***** is a *****, a nigga is a nigga
  • And that's it
  • I'm through explainin the shit
  • You just makin me backtrack
  • The next duck reporter might get hit with a blackjack
  • Plus
  • Every one of my true fans
  • Totally understands
  • A nigga like me
  • Chorus (x2)

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