man shine Stuntin' on Martin Luther 'cause I'm feelin' just like a king Guess this is what he meant when he said that he had a dream My president is
Word up, our niggas is strapped, ready for war (Get out the H-K) Word up, our niggas is strapped, ready for war (Fuck!) Word up, our niggas is strapped
't act cool Even when he tried When we played rough He always cried When he told stories, he always lied A black brother Who was missin' the cool part He
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, you know what that is lunch
tour with you man Yo hons man tourin' ain't what it's all cranked up to be man It's a little different than you think man Yo so what is it really like
' like they don't know what time it is Niggas on the streets ain't really got a muthafuckin' choice Muthafucka So niggas is forced to do dirt So niggas is
ago I was out at the disco Two brothers stepped up to me and said "Hey yo, Ice we don't think you're down what set ya claimin'?? He drew the Glock, yo
? What's the deal? Maybe my words are just too real It's not profanity, it's just the man and me He doesn't want you to see what I see Doesn't want you
you so-called down MC's with Public Enemy I ain't heard nobody out there, tryin' to help my man out YouknowhatI'msayin'? Griff is my man, I don't care what he
, what you wanna do? (Party!) Donald-D is in the place to be, what you wanna do? (Party!) Bronx Style Bob is in the house, what you wanna do? (Party!) Hen-Gee is
Walking in the rain with the one I love, on my mind [Verse 2: Ice-T] the truth is, it ain't easy for a brother from the streets to ever show an affection
You think you've got me figured out You think you know what I'm about Don't believe what you read Half of the things you see Thought you'd figured this
back and watch it These New York streets is ugly, I keep it gully The world is mine and can't nobody keep it from me Yo, my neighborhood is never sunny
[Verse 1 - Gudda Gudda] Okay I'm sipping on the syrup Got a nigga moving slow I'm all about the money What the fuck you think I do it for? Bitch don't
them restaurants I'm eatin' tacos and fajitas with the Mexicans Well, I define the definition of what livin' is And anyway you see me out, it's what thanksgiving is
have in this world Is my hundred round chopper and my white girl Oil base bricks, shit hard to cook Call the plug back, tell him he got took Know what
put my gloves on say no robbin how i eat b.c 32 thats my street brick squad runners 10 million deep im tryin to sell 10 billion keys fuck what a bitch
street Look what? Pretty boy get him, right there yo pass the heat Heard he like to trigga bang slang, but he ain't ass fast as me Slip behind a trash