up with one of your cousins Just to feel somehow closer to you Because I knew, like, you guys were best friends And you talked everyday And it was thrilling to touch something That had touched
Left the city, my mama, she said don't come back home. These kids round killing each other, they lost their minds, they gone. They quitting school, making
the party like my name was Bad Bitch All these haters mad because I'm so established They know I'm a beast, yeah, I'm a fucking fab bitch Haters you can kill
I have been searching for your touch Unlike any touch I've ever known And I'd never thought about you much 'Til I'm broken down and all alone Though
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
Truckin' my jewels, feelin' for the tools When they come they gots to come correct Because they know I catch wreck A well known wild street vet Step into the kill
me begin, express it, explain the dilemma (Chorus: Ice-T) It's either them or us, niggas that bust Niggas who ride, niggas that'll kill for this
way I sleep is in a cold sweat You say I'm crazy? You ain't see shit yet 'Cause I love to kill and kill for fun The microphone goes off like a handgun
when I get down I get down here in LA All the way to (NY NY) And when I parley I parley here in LA All the way to (NY NY) Touched the Iceberg baby
hater, hi hater, hi hater You see me, hi hater, hi hater, hi hater You see me, hi hater Yeah, dolla bills y'all, lotta bills y'all New year tryna touch
I feel like a runaway slave I said I feel like a runaway slave Sometimes I feel like a runaway slave Listen? Verse 1: I could die before I get rich never touch
big boys play when you come around my way ya heard me? you see the bentley got the 20 inch crome ya heard me? you could get in but don't touch the phone
had as much as you can take I'm only gonna let you kill me once I'm only gonna let you kill me then some I'm only gonna let you kill me Once, once,
dribble out this motherfucker Rap metaphors and riddle out this motherfucker Work second floors, hospital out this motherfucker Some how we gotta get up out this motherfucker Some day the cops will kill
it high, I can make it fly Make you touch the sky, hey maybe so All the time you be up in mine Checking through my cell phone, baby no You wanna kill
the party like my name was that bitch all these haters mad because I'm so established they know I`m a beast yeah I'm a fucking savage haters you can kill
die I'm so hood right now They question whats gettin' Gucci high? Stupid wild, stupid stupid wild, Homie thats my style Girls fightin', Hoes fist fight, man Just to touch