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| 2. |
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Life....
niggas used to come and get me when it was time to disagree with an enemy, pass the hennessy it gives me energy, packed the gat in the small of my back where these niggas at I clear the whole pack, talkin' shit cuz I'm down for my set I'm a vet smokin' on a wet cigarette (who these niggas think they are) (wishin' on a ghetto star i represent my tar) I start bustin' and they scatter like water bugs cuz these westside niggas is harder thugs enslave us but nothin' can save us from sportin' Ben Davis shootin' at your neighbors, (cuz sometimes I feel like a nut don't give a fuck when I open ya up) hot rocks fly from the back seat, and busta ass niggas run like a track meet an if you crawl in the middle bleed mo' than a little (what) killer king is the hospital feelin' numb from the bullets I hum and when they hit black mothers have fits I don't give a shit (Chorus) Fool I'm a vet you can bet that I could dance underwater and not get wet (check it) Its rainin' bullets and I'm still there (Foe life) I'm still there my house shoes get wet from the dew on the grass up early in the morning takin' out the trash feelin' like a loser alcohol abuser two youngsters roll up on a beach cruiser one on the peddles the other on the handle bars (what) tryin' be ghetto stars they said: Are you from the westside is it so? i said hell yea and who wanta to know (me) in slow mo fo' fo' slugs face down in the mud puddle full of blood left for dead the pain starts to spread now I can't feel my legs I meet doctor who at King Drew medical center as I enter I.C.U. he said the bullet hit a nerve that was vital I said I can't move my legs he said don't try to now this ain't the end my friend but you'll probably never walk again I sit there motionless holdin' this pain inside contemplating suicide at night I jerk and jerk but my dick don't work it don't even hurt (damn) now who'd ever thought a nigga rude as Ice Cube I be pissin' through a tube Fool i'm a vet (Chorus) Fool I'm a vet you can bet that I could dance underwater and not get wet (check it) Its rainin' bullets and I'm still there young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair fuck a V-A they need G-A gang hospital for a crippal now I'm drinkin' rippal same corner same hood I'm still there with bandanas tied to my wheel chair To all the hoodrat hoes I'm fired they mad cuz my tongue get tired now everybody wanna put they dope on me sayin' I won't get searched by the LAPD I'm sitting on a doorway duece five Dependin on that to keep my ass alive I don't got bows but my arm's about a one-six My fuckin legs, lookin like tooth picks some times I can't deal got to beg the B G's to roll me up the hill put me on the porch now I'm on the torch smokin' cocaine just to maintain nutin' to gain nutin' to lose and last night I couldn't make it to the bathroom feelin' like a two year old you can't get a sip from the brew I hold nigga its the only friend to a stranger AKA hadicap gangbanger there's a lot in my life I regret becomin' a ghetto vet Fool I'm a Vet (Chorus)(2X) Fool I'm a vet you can bet that I could dance underwater and not get wet (check it) Its rainin' bullets and I'm still there young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair Life..... Yea.... Life... Yea.... Life... Life.... Dedicated to all the ghetto vets for every nigga that done took one for the hood |
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| 4:28 |
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Now, if the greenbacks don't stack large on my side of the yard
I ain't fuckin with it This cake has got to be all icing baby Now I know I'm taking the biggest piece But God damn I'm the biggest fish with the biggest mouth bitch You wanna be rich right? (hell yeah) Well stick with me, do as I does, and be as I be We be stackin chips, packin clips, mackin chicks Laugh at tits, slappin dick, in yo' bitch (bitch!) Makin hoes, take these clothes, from these sto's Walkin slow, there go the po', now here we go Parking lot to the spot, marriott Cause what I got to make a knot, is very hot Who's at the do', go and check, I got the tec Tell him that you soakin wet, until he jet Now lift up your fuckin dress, where's the rest Bitch can hide a treasure chest, in her breasts Uh-huh strip search, whip skirts Uh-huh shit hurts, but it works bitch You can jerk niggaz but you can't jerk me Hoe I only tell you once that this dick ain't free I'm talkin greed *chorus* Greed, give me everything that I need How you gon' deal with the niggaz that I feed (repeat 2x) We smokin weed, you and me Lookin for that currency (repeat 2x) Now bitch niggaz don't mean shit, from where I sit Magnificent blow your back out, if you act out Eighteen deep when the plane soar The bitch threw her tits asked my click who we pay for Penetrate the clouds, loud, and obnoxious Surround the airport with feds and helicopters Escorted, detained and deported Scared of the ly-rics, and when they bitches hear us We the clear-est, you can fear us Smile on the day of your dissapear-ance, smoke in mirr-ors Break em all, pull over and jump out Cause I can take em all, all bustas shake em all I'm at the mall, buyin shit, like hot dog on a stick These bitches all on the dick Ice cube ain't a lick (nope) make me bleed And now you got to deal with the niggaz that I feed, greed Uhh uhh uhh *pigs squeal* (give me more, give me more) greed, greed When you get your hands on it, wanna fawn it Wanna dance on it, everybody want it (repeat 2x) You punks is petty, still we steady, countin fetti I'm the one closin escrow, with the best flow (do you wear a vest? ) no Niggaz hit me i'ma turn into the crow *caw caw* and take a shit On everything counterfeit, the don mega Blade runner, in a beige hummer all summer It'd take about twelve honkeys, to convict The nigga makin you sick, ask the 12 monkeys Up in detroit holdin weed court, all through the south Picked up a ounce in shreveport My lead give head tunnels (boom!) To any motherfucker disgruntled exit wound, look like a funnel Worldwide, international jet set My niggaz love fuckin bitches that they just met Get it wet, and you can do anything When I'm in paris niggaz french-kiss the pinky ring *chorus* Yeah, ice cube, trillionaire I own a mansion and a yacht, haha We do it like it should be does Yeah, westside niggaz is very greedy, uhh Death row is very greedy Sic-wid-it records is very greedy Dangerous music greedy greedy greedy Ruthless records greedy, suave house, greedy Sosodef, greedy Rap-a-lot greedy as fuck No limit, hah, hella greedy, uhh Def jam greedy, we all know priority greedy as a motherfucker, hahaha Hey I got twenties on my benz you still fuckin with a gem What can you tell me, nigga? *pigs squeal* |
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| 5. |
| 3:37 |
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| 6. |
| 4:20 |
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Break me]
[Shit..] [Yo..] Just waking up in the morning gotta thank God I don’t know but today seems kinda odd No barking from the dogs no smog And momma cooked a breakfast with no hog I got my grub on but didn’t pig out Finally got a call from a girl wanna dig out Hooked it up on later as I hit the do’ Thinking will i live another twenty fo’ I gotta go cause I got me a drop top And if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop Had to stop at a red light Looking in my mirror not a jacker in sight And everything is alright I got a beep from Kim and she can fuck all night Called up the homies and I’m askin y’all Which court, are y’all playin basketball? Get me on the court and I’m trouble Last week fucked around and got a triple double Freaking brothers everyway like M.J. I can’t believe, today was a good day Drove to the pad and hit the showers Didn’t even get no static from the cowards Cause just yesterday them fools tried to blast me Saw the police and they rolled right past me No flexin, didn’t even look in a niggaz direction as I ran the intersection Went to $hort Dog’s house, they was watchin Yo! MTV Raps What’s the haps on the craps Shake em up, shake em up, shake em up, shake em Roll em in a circle of niggaz and watch me break em With the seven, seven-eleven, seven-eleven Seven even back do’ Joe I picked up the cash flow Then we played bones, and I’m yellin domino and now i am yelling dominoes Plus nobody I know got killed in South Central L.A. Today was a good day Left my niggaz house paid Picked up a girl been tryin to fuck since the twelve grade It’s ironic, I had the brew she had the chronic The Lakers beat the Supersonics I felt on the big fat fanny Pulled out the jammy, and killed the punanny And my dick runs deep so deep so deep put her ass to sleep Woke her up around one she didn’t hesitate, to call Ice Cube the top gun Drove her to the pad and I’m coasting Took another sip of the potion hit the three-wheel motion I was glad everything had worked out Dropped her ass off, then I chirped out Today was like one of those fly dreams Didn’t even see a berry flashing those high beams No helicopter looking for a murder Two in the morning got the fat burger Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp And it read Ice Cube’s a pimp Drunk as hell but no throwing up Half way home and my pager still blowing up Today I didn’t even have to use my A.K. I got to say it was a good day. Hey wait, wait a minute fool Stop the shit What the fuck am I thinking about? |
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| 5:02 |
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| 8. |
| 3:44 |
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| 9. |
| 2:49 |
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[Verse One]
God damn, it's a brand new payback From the straight gangsta mack in straight gangsta black How many motherfuckers gotta pay Went to the shelf and dusted off the AK Caps gotta get pealed Cause "The Nigga Ya Love to hate" still can "Kill at Will" It ain't no pop cause that sucks And you can New Jack SWING on my nuts Down wit the niggaz that I bail out I'm platinum bitch and I didn't have to sell out Fuck you Ice Cube, that's what the people say Fuck AmeriKKKa, still wit hthe triple K Cause you know when my nine goes buck It'll bust your head like a watermelon dropped from 12 stories up Now let's see who'll drop Punk motherfuckers tryin to ban hip-hop Fuck R&B and the runnin man I'm the one that stand, with the gun in hand Make sure before you buck wit duck quick Punk, cause I'm the wrong nigga to fuck wit "I'ma let y'all know one thing man.." [Verse Two] Hell yeah it's on, you better tell 'em Ice Cube and I'm rolling with the motherfuckin L.M. It's the number one crew in the area Make a move for your gat and I'll bury ya Ashes to ashes, dirt to dirt Punks roll when I put in work Cause Lench Mob niggaz are the craziest And y'all motherfuckers can't fade my shit South Central, that's where the Lench Mob dwell Hittin fools up with the big ass L One time can't hold me back Sweatshirt, khakis and crokersacs Stop givin juice to the Raiders Cause Al Davis, never paid us I hope he wear a vest It's all about the L-E-N-C-H y'all know the rest Motherfuckin crew, motherfuckin mob Do a motherfuckin job in a motherfuckin squad In '91 Ice Cube grew stronger and bigger And I'm the wrong nigga to fuck with "One-and-two, ah-three-e-and-ah-four-and.." "Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute" [Cube] Drop a old school beat! [Verse Three] Like I said, it's a brand new payback Now in '91, let's see who beats the jack Sir Jinx grew a little bit taller (Keep the wack beats out) true motherfuckin baller And hoes can't roll on Even bitches looking like En Vogue gotta "Hold On" Don't let me catch Daryl Gates in traffic I gotta have it, to peel his cap backwards I hope he wear a vest too, and his best blue Goin up against the Zulu Break his spine like a jellyfish Kick his ass til I'm smellin shit Off wit the head, off wit the head I say And watch the devil start kickin Run around like a chicken, grand dragon finger lickin Yo, turn him over wit a spatula Now we got, Kentucky Fried Cracker Mess with the Cube, you get punked quick Pig, cause I'm the wrong nigga to fuck with! "Last person in the world you wanna fuck with.." (repeat 3X) |
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| 4:35 |
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| 11. |
| 6:15 |
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| 12. |
| 4:13 |
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| 13. |
| 3:01 |
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| 14. |
| 3:42 |
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CHORUS:
So come on and chick-ity-check yo self before you wreck yo self You betta check yo self for you wreck yo self Cause I′m bad for your health I come real stealth Droppin bombs on ya moms, fuck car alarms Do without one mother nigga wit yo Alpine Sold it for six-o, always let tricks know And friends know, we got that indoe Yo I′m not a sucka, sittin in a House of Pain And no I′m not the butler, I′ll cut ya Head-butt ya, you say you can′t touch this And I wouldn′t touch ya, punk motherfucker Here to let you know boy, oh boy I make dough, but don′t call me Dough-Boy This ain′t no fuckin motion picture A guy or bitch-a, my nigga get wit ya And hit ya, makin they yack to the neck So you better run a check CHORUS Tricks wanna step to Cube and then they get played Cause they bitch may pullin out a switchblade That′s kinda trifle, cause that′s a knife-o AK-47, assault rifle Hold the fifty, I′m nifty now, [Watch out now] I hate motherfuckers claimin that they foldin bank But steady talkin shit in the holdin tank First you wanna step to me, now your ass screamin for the deputy They send you to Charlie-Baker-Denver row, now the runnin up in ya slow You′re God, used to be the Don Juan, now your name is just Twan Switch it, snap it, rollin your eyes and neck, you better run a check CHORUS Big dicks in ya mouth is bad for your health If you′re foul you better run a make on that license plate you coulda had a V8 Instead of a trey-eight slug to ya cranium I got six and I′m aimin em Will I bust or keep you guessin Cause fuck you and that shit ya stressin Bitch, get off the wood, you no good There goes the neighborhood hooker Go ahead and keep your drawers givin up the claps and who needs applause at a time like this, pop ya coochie and ya dead Bitch is a Miami Hurricane head Sprung, niggas call her lips and lungs Nappy dugout, get the fuck out Cause women like you gets no respect Bitch, you better run a check CHORUS Cause bitches like you is bad for my health Cause the Lench Mob is bad for ya health Nine-trey, remix, old school tip, yeah It′s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep from goin under hee hee |
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| 4:20 |
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| 2:58 |
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| 3:53 |
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Verse One:
Up early in the morning, dressed in black Don't ask why? 'Cause I'm down in a suit and tie They killed a homie that I went to school with (Damn!) I tell ya life ain't shit to fool with I still hear the screams of his mother While my nigga laid dead in the gutter (Shit!) And it's getting to my temple Why is that the only time black folks get to ride in a limo? It makes me so mad I want to get my sawed-off And have some bodies hauled off But no, I pay my respects and I'm through (whaddup Cube?) Hug my crew, and maybe shed a tear or two And I wanna get blitz Grab my 40 ounce and then I reminisce About a brother who had to be the one and only So I dedicate this to my dead homiez... Verse Two: Another homie got murdered on a shakedown {three gun shots} And his mother is at the funeral, havin' a nervous breakdown Two shots hit him in the face when they blasted {two gun shots} A framed picture and a closed casket A single file line about 50 cars long All drivin' slow with they lights on He got a lot of flowers and a big wreath What good is that when you're six feet deep? I look at that shit and gotta think to myself And thank God for my health 'Cause nobody really ever know When it's gonna be they family on the front row So I take everything slow, go with the flow Shut my motherfuckin' mouth if I don't know(Word!) 'Cause that's what Pops told me But I wish he could have said it...to my dead homiez Verse Three: I remember we painted our names on the wall for fun Now it's "Rest in Peace" after every one Except me, but I ain't the one to front Seems like I'm viewin' a body after every month Plus, I knew him when he was yea big Pour beer on the curb before I take a swig But somethin' ain't right And it's a tragedy, that's the only time that the family's tight Lovin' each other in a caring mood There's lots of people and lots of food They say "Be Strong" and you're tryin' But how strong can you be when you see your Pops cryin'? So that's why Ice Cube's dressed up Because the city is so fuckin' messed up And everybody is so phony Take a little time...to think about your dead homiez. |
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| 4:13 |
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To all my people goin through it on a daily basis
And it seem like the world is full of cold places Keep yo' head up, fuck what they said cause You can do it and the man will get you through it I believe that, homey, I believe that If I can picture that, I'll bring a picture back They say "Gangster, gangster! Tell me how you do it How you get through it and them other niggaz blew it" I keep my eye on the prize then pursue it Chase it like a cheetah chuck it out and subdue it So self-educate, nigga don't hate Cause the game I got is Madden oh-eight Fuck with Cube, I'm better than YouTube Fuck with them dudes them niggaz is new school The game don't change just the players The rhymes don't change just the fuckin rhymesayers (Hahahaha!) They make it up as they go along But I'm goin on 25 years strong The shit I say might get you through the day Or change your whole life in a major way The shit they say, might catch you a case The shit I say, feel like your birthday To all my people goin through it on a daily basis And it seem like the world is full of cold places Keep yo' head up, fuck what they said cause You can do it and the man will get you through it I believe that, homey, I believe that If I can picture that, I'll bring a picture back You know what? Momma said it'd be days like this Straight hell on earth, but come up out the abyss She said "Don't let 'em see you crawl, don't let 'em see you fall All they wanna do is laugh when you tear your drawers" It's a cold world, nigga, bring a bomber jacket If it's another hustle out there I'ma crack it Fuck the new dance, I'ma learn how to eat Get my mind right, stay up out these fuckin streets They keep callin me They keep callin, all the lil' homies keep fallin In them same traps niggaz cain't figure out In the fast lane, boy, but the bridge is out Make my blood boil, get yo' life spoiled Get you in the system, get you in the soil And your funeral was sponsored by Unocal Saw you UVN, nigga digital To all my people goin through it on a daily basis And it seem like the world is full of cold places Keep yo' head up, fuck what they said cause You can do it and the man will get you through it I believe that, homey, I believe that If I can picture that, I'll bring a picture back I know, it's fucked up how they do us Pretend they really care, but then they Jerry Lewis Take that money that was allocated to us Put us in some fucked up trailers then sue us Watchin Katrina, is worser than Ike & Tina See New Orleans get bitchslapped by FEMA Louisiana got racist-ass politics Free the Jena Six (NIGGA FREE THE JENA SIX!) Your honor, Osama, Obama Even, yo' momma ain't fuckin with my karmas They want us to quit, forget And not give a shit about these sick-ass politics A lunatic is in the White House Make me wanna go do a lick right now But they'll make a nigga bow down In the penitentiary, a billion dollar industry To all my people goin through it on a daily basis And it seem like the world is full of cold places Keep yo' head up, fuck what they said cause You can do it and the man will get you through it I believe that, homey, I believe that If I can picture that, I'll bring a picture back I believe that, homey, I believe that If I can picture that, I'll bring a picture back |
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