Yeah, 1993, I'm back motherfucker, this is Ice T Got my nigga Ice Cube in the motherfuckin' house Yeah, up here in the ammo dump studios I got my Nigga
hoes off the bus Get the god damn girls off the bus No more backstage passes, whose [incomprehensible] is this Get everybody out of the room, the hotels gonna throw us out
play I write rhymes with addition and algebra Mental geometry don't even come at me Talk'n that weak and popin' that bullshit Get out my face a fool could get
the ice on their wrist You gotta get your cash right to get in the game Might have to pull a pistol, Flip some caine Get out in them streets and hustle
that easy, I still got 'em to shake They had my man's bitch wired for a month and a half Snatched my nigga up in Aspen, bail's five million Bounced him out
new, kid, you got a hit out In interviews you talk a lotta shit out You got paid, you really made out You went broke when your one jam played out Now
spree You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk to me You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out Sound a little hot for you, boy? Then, toy, get out Syndicate
my sport I'd rather lamp in my crib and flip the Robb report And set my v-dozen on the streets Cause when I'm twisting my dubs Bump my beats Can't nobody
go on, get your ass out there and do something right quick for a player Yeah I love you, get your fucking ass out there I love you, get the fuck out..
me n da street dont be cumin 2 her house There go robin ass Carlos I pay him no mind Last nigga tried 2 get shot his ass 4x Keep my ears 2 da street heard
bare back, I thought I oughta share dat Compare dat, an' wear dat 7 days a week Keep my name out ya mouth and my business out the motherfuckin' streets
when we catch him, you know we get the stole on I got that package, but I'ma need a little mo' Check on my momma, my kids and my little hoe Don't even
head, then I spread out Vision in my head, all I had to do is to get it out When I walked out of my house, and look at my street All I see is the opportunity
let it bounce here is the welcome to my house of pain wired out ...... Daddy is activated now with the rhythm of the caribbean. All the girls just enjoy it get
make it up out this life Whether we 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
witness, I work out in my office, guess I'm fit for business, Too many visions, completed missions, Still ice'n out crosses, keep it Christian, We consistent, the streets
house With a high yellow thick bitch, with her legs out Cash Money president, but we in the red house Who the fuck want it? Make my fucking day I blow your candles out
get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it