and I won't let you go We are nothing more than memories I'll find the meaning inside this doubt I will see this through I'm frozen in time, encased in ice
from the grave light falls candle calls so far away below below below below below below below below ... the ice below i still remember below ... the ice
can a nigga really chase? Where do you go after the applause After all the Soul Train and Grammy awards, after the tours After asking these whores what they after
chick from Watts with 'Bad Boy' tatted on her breast I done been there and did it Ten years without gettin' sweat inside my Yankee fitted 1990 Raw, I showed you ice
shit last week Frontin' for some pussy From some big butt freak Sayin' I'm his worker I was on his dick Talkin' that crazy old weak assed shit And after
bitch over there, hey, the one I'm gonna get But yo, but maybe not, she might not like me though No sweat to a vet, I'll slam a sista though, word Ice
shanked' em in the eye But livin' in the county is a serious task Niga didn't know what happend Didn't have time to ask Back on the streets after five
data 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
{Upon initial contact with Ice-T's music I had envisioned him to be an ill mannered and psychologically Unstable man with an extremely uneducated and
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
Yeah, right about now Motherfuckers is layin for a nigga like me, Ice-T To bust some freestyle shit but I don't do that I just cold lounge up here at
, get, 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
1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, 3 I'm the emcee called Ice-T That's DJ Evil E Islam creates the beats You girls look so sexy I wish you all were up here with me You
sovereignty 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
understand, but I tried to get a job While all the players got the girls 'cause they'd hustle and rob I was like makin' 'bout 1-50 a week And after taxes
A child was born in the East one day Moved to the West coast after his parents passed away Never understood his fascination with rhymes or beats In poetry
motherfuckers better think about it You'd best to let me rap Ice back on the streets? You don't want that, 'cause I break ill And you really after body
Thanks to jhsantos@sol.com.br for these lyrics. That's DJ Evil E, Islam creates the beats 1-2, 1-2-1-2-3, I'm the emcee called Ice-T You girls look so