t try to tell 'em And I ain't try to sell 'em It's YSL teddy I ain't gotta spell it And yes, I killa kill 'em I guess I am the villain I park on the curb
so don't trip, I'm down I got soul dough shawty and I'm ready to clown Bless the nigga in the face, kill his fuckin hoe Ice, you don't did this kind of
Yo Ice - We heard what happened man We heard some niggas ran in on you man Yeah yeah, shit was fucked up man, it was real fucked up Don't worry - We
my vrew we're gone into the night Broke to my old lady's who drew me a bath She didn't even know what happend Didn't care Didn't ask Word Qwe made
ain't cryin Soldier no doubt He looked you dead in the eye Said "get that money" checked out Ballin bent him back in the black S T S but where he
smile What you think all the guns is for? What's up, niggas don't seem to hear Still lookin' crazy, let me make this clear Fool, the Ice ain't havin
like intel Pentium So follow me, I blame sovereignty for God we bust Top Gun, move bright, smooth as Ice, sex and dust Ante up the goods, Top Gun Ice-T
of players listenin to the seventh deadly sin Short dawg is doin his thing with my nigga ice-t Dont fake the funk [ice-t] Ice-t baby, this goes out
do when the young niggas peel out Don't squeal [undecipherable] [Ice-T] If you niggas don't know you should know by now Ice got more game than the law
, get, get your moneyman (Ice-T baby) Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman (Chorus: Ice-T) Rock your hammers back cussers that
't connect to the New York streets So we took the bandanas and we tied 'em up Roll up in the studio and laid it rough ! Ice Cube and them niggaz with
58; Ice-T) Yeah, Ice-T nigga, El sadiq nigga You niggas really don't wanna get down Talk a lot of shit but you don't wanna get down JEL - Rhyme Poetic
Different, specifically I don't copy Tear up the track if the flow sounds sloppy I don't play one game I bust about a dozen cuts on my LPs, none the same I ain't new to this, I ain't
for God we bust Top Gun, move bright, smooth as Ice, sex and dust I'm 15 blocks deep in the foreign neighborhood Ante up the goods, Top Gun Ice-T
burst A lot of fans ain't shit, let me repeat, a lot of fans ain't shit Quick to flip if our group don't hit They don't make you nothin' but a pop ho
and you're not to be misled They'll kill you in your fuckin' bed, they don't sell dope Yo, excuse me, yes, they do but they don't look that much like
s been a long time since I hit you with freestyle High tech selections from the vaults of the ice files Kick back relax and watch as I melt wax Don't
to write rhymes somethin' like them My boys said, ?That ain't you Ice? That shit sounds like them so I sat back thought up a new track Didn't fantasize