Yeah,
1993 I'm back motherfucker this is Ice-T,
got my nigga Ice Cube in the motherfucking
house,
yeah,
up here at the Ammo Dump Studios I got my nigga Aladdin,
SLJ's in the motherfucking
place,
Tone's behind the mixing boards,
we about to do this * like this here,
it's
going down tonight in LA,
buckshot and Uzi spray,
microphone blower,
the bitch checker,
the whole record,
Ice motherfucking T,
nigga Zep kill me,
but *** your hoes quick, cause
the cynic is throwing that crazy dick,
punk motherfuckers run up,
you get done up,
wavy
ass gunned up before sun up,
so what's the color I'm ragging,
been a millionaire for
years still sagging,
left pocket stuff with a Ujax grip,
380 in my right toe,
it sags
a little bit,
more than the rest of my gear when I'm on tour,
I empty clip bust lips and
I break jaws,
cause I love to loaf up,
so punk motherfucker don't choke up when you're
talking to me,
Ice,
Ice motherfucking T,
Ice,
Ice motherfucking T,
Ice,
Ice motherfucking
T,
Ice,
Ice motherfucking T,
Bush,
Quayle and Clinton got a problem with me,
the motherfucking
T, I give less than a * about any of them,
or the * police friends, they like to
take me out and make me a corner,
they even trying to sweat Time Warner, why?
for telling
the truth to the youth,
that a lot of motherfuckers are hot,
and want police shot,
you can't stop
this shot,
the fires are out but the coals are still hot,
I got juice to bring pain,
you trying to * with the Ice or you insane,
this * is bigger than me,
be warned,
it's
the law before the storm,
and every * thing I write,
is gonna be analyzed by somebody
White,
Ice,
Ice motherfucking T,
Ice,
Ice motherfucking T,
Ice,
Ice motherfucking T,
Ice,
Ice motherfucking T
Run motherfucker,
hide motherfucker,
trip motherfucker,
die motherfucker,
you don't give love and you won't get love,
you don't push and you won't get shook,
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 miny moe,
blood's pouring out the nap of your afro
It could be you, it could be you, could be you,
could be your whole damn crew,
it happens real quick,
screech your tires,
next thing you hit,
your body's cold,
your body's hot,
feel your chest,
your gasp for breath,
your shot,
and now your homies is tripping,
looking for a gap to put the clip in,
street crime,
that's the thing I bring,
I see,
I rap,
be see,
I sing,
they call it controversy,
I call it truth with no mercy,
the beats are fat, ammo junk, truth is
crack,
that kinda makes speakers crack,
not made for squares that are weak,
punks,
that
made the bump trunks,
press,
get the * out my * face,
I ain't got no more time
to waste,
a hoe is a hoe,
a bitch is a bitch,
a nigga's a nigga and that's it,
I'm through
explaining the *,
you just making me backtrack,
the next Duck reporter will get hit with a
blackjack, plus,
every one of my true fans totally understands,
a nigga like me,
Ice,
IZ.