Our government is fucked Sure to bring us down The media incites civil unrest Hatred can bring you down [Chorus] WAR!!! I don't want your war WAR!!! WE DON'T NEED YOUR WAR We don't need your war WAR!!! Military beasts starvin countries Drama brings you to your knees Spill your blood to save humanity Dyin for the food we feed [Chorus] Our government is fucked Sure to bring us down The media incites civil unrest Hatred can bring you down Injustice drives you crazy It drive L.A. insane In this generation hatred is the name [Chorus] WAR!!! L.A. '92 Bastard magic should make you cry The answer to the question is we ain't gonna die L.A. '92
Police can make me under stress While all L.A.'s a fuckin mess Don't patronise my fuckin ass Some heads will get crashed L.A. '92
Bush has got his upper cut He's goin to fuckin war He won't revert to sticks and stones Just bullet holes and broken bones Chaos, chaos, chaos, chaos Don't give a fuck!
Everybody knock ya down No weight support so taken down The juk-jock, We ain't got shit, now had enough Chaos, chaos, chaos, chaos Don't give a fuck!
It's goin' down. Yo the girl got a gun, best run. Because she's quick to flip and empty out the clip, and make a man understand where she's comin' from. The hardcore's connected to the base of her fate. She just breaks and bring drama to the situation, ejaculation of my projectile, she's buck wild. Better recognize when she comes she comes correct. Collects respect and if not, you catch a broken neck. Buddy look down and your shirts all bloody, looks like she caught you with a bad one for messin with da mad one. Told you bout this girl before, you didn't listen to me. As I talk, now you're stalked by the hunter of the fronter, who's size five and sexy. Quick, they catch your body and another one next week. Huh it doesn't matter cuz the girl stays strapped she says she had enough of men and now she's lookin for payback. And there's no way you can fade her son. She walks softly but she carries a big gun.
Chorus: She walks softly but she carries a big gun. She walks softly but she carries a big gun. She walks softly but she carries a big gun. And there's no way that you can fade her son. She walks softly but she carries a big gun. She walks softly but she carries a big gun. She walks softly but she carries a big gun. She walks softly but she carries a big gun.
The most venemous feminist, homie, she ain't soft. You give her trouble then she might cut your head off. Or something that you like to think's the best: she'll blow big holes in your chest. She says she gotta cuz she says a lotta ladies won't She says she gotta cuz she says a lotta ladies don't She says she gotta cuz she says a lotta ladies can't She says she gotta cuz she knows a lotta ladies romance the thoughts of giving men their own medicine. Electrocute 'em light 'em up like Con Edison, she got no fear five rings in their ear, holes in their nose, way-out clothes. Living life to the fullest buck shot and bullets. Triggers she'll pull it, Earth she wanna rule it. Maybe she will cuz she's quick to kill. The city lights make her dresses tight, yes she bites. You never know where she'll come from. She walks softly but she carries a big gun
(chorus)
You got no time to trip or argue, you're through. I'll bet she gets ya. Homeboy you'll catch a stretcher like so many before. She's on a bodycount tour. But not rock, she's puttin sucker punks in cops. You say she's nothin but a woman then you come up shot. You say "Why you wanna kill me?" and she says "why not?" Pop she got a body that'll make you cry. Pop she got a shotty that'll make you die. Don't bring drama to her homie, cuz you'll wind up flat. She'll put your ass horizontal then she'll peel your cap. She got no lovin', love is something that she never had. She loved her mother but she hate her motherfucking dad. So stay the hell out her way, cuz the girl don't play, NONE. She walks softly but she carries a big gun. She walks softly but she carries a big gun. (x3) So don't even try to play her, son. She walks softly but she carries a big gun. (x3) So don't even try to front, son. She walks softly but she carries a big gun. (until fade-out)
attention! at this moment you are now listening to an Ice-T LP if you are offended by words like shit, bitch, f**k, dick, ass, hole, cunt, dirty bitch, low motherf**ker, nigga, hooker, slut, tramp, dirty low slut tramp bitch hole, nigga f**k shit, whateva.. take the tape out now! this is not a pop album and by the way suck my motherf**kin' dick
Yo, Ice The organization say they can't stay in business with us any longer What you gonna do?
[Ice-T] We always knew we were gonna come to this point sooner or later... We have absolutely no option but to move forward. We'll have to set up our own distribution, manufacturing, run a totally indipendent organization and operation. We still got our connections in Texas, Miami, New York, Chicago, Detroit, and soldiers on the street willing to die. I can't put any cut on the product... I just can't live like that. But from now on if any cops get in our way... (5 gunshots)
[Ice-T] Turn up the mic dog, so I can get off Find me Charlton Heston and I might cut his head off I'm not to be fucked with Step in the range of my Gauge and get bucked quick Niggas, hoes, I don't know who you are, my friends or foes Smile in my face and plot to kill me behind doors I got a new attitude, no trust Got me in a corner all a nigga can do is bust It may be you There's gonna be a lot of dead before I'm through I'm 'bout to break off niggas who play me and dis' me Try to switch from side to side like they whip me The damage is done Source Magazine, you're the first one {*gunshot*} You try to dis Chuck, Cube and me How the fuck you pick us 3? You punk motherfuckers ain't shit, you're just a bunch of hoes Makin' money off the pros And when I see I get you in my sights I give your ass a story to write Cause it's on
It's on
[Chorus: Ice-T] It's on motherfucker and you can't turn the shit off Catch you in the streets and your ass'll get tossed Bang! Bang! Bang! Cause it ain't no thang To put in work and watch your head burst **a gunshot**
[Ice-T] 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 bitch And I don't need ya I love to bleed ya All I ever wanted was a real nigga's praise But the sad motherfuckin' fact Is that ain't that many real motherfuckers these days Game knows game I know too many who plays the name And I can make it in the music or the street game I still got hoes that'll work, still got crews that'll hit Still roll with an extra clip And those who think they'll stop me, doubt it Those 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 count the caps I peel, it's on
[chorus: Ice-T] It's on motherfucker and you can't turn the shit off Catch you in the streets and your ass'll get tossed Bang! Bang! Bang! Cause it ain't no thing To put in work and watch your body jerk It's on
[Ice-T] It's on motherfucker you goddamn right It's on, my royalty cheque, yeah, fool, I write my own I own my own label put my own shit out So no one tells me what the fuck to talk about And all the suckas that said I was through You need to wake up to my view I'm fallen off Ha! Ha! That's a joke! You motherfuckers are still unknown and broke And I'm stankin' rich My fuckin maid lives better than you, bitch So shut your trap When it comes to this level of game, you don't know jacks CIA, FBI, IRS Try to flip us out for sweat But they'll never sweat you son Cause you're broke and you're dumb and you're no threat to no one Them fools don't play I gotta deal with those motherfuckers every day They'd love to get me behind bars They hawk a nigga like I'm Carlos Escobar But in a way I am Been puttin dope on the street for years and don't give a damn So I'm thinkin about them, friend The real motherfuckin gangstas wanna see me end It's gonna end up in a bloodbath, no doubt That's the only way I'm going out, it's on
[Chorus: Ice-T] It's on It's on motherfucker and you can't turn the shit off Catch you in the streets and your ass'll get tossed Bang! Bang! Bang! Cause it ain't no thing To put in work and watch your head burst It's on
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 Aladdin, SLJ's in the motherfuckin place, behind the mixin boards, we about to do dis shit like this here!
Verse 1:
It's goin down tonight in L.A. Buckshot and uzis spray Microphone blowa The bitch checka The ho wrecka Ice motherfuckin T Nigga step to me But grab ya hoes quick Cause the Syndicate's throwin that crazy dick Punk motherfuckers run up You'll get done up We'll have your ass gunned up Before sun-up So what's the color I'm raggin? Been a millionare for years Still saggin Left pocket's stuffed with the huge-ass grip .380 in my right so it sags a little bit More than the rest of my gear When I'm on tour I empty clips Bust lips And break jaws Cause I love to loc up So punk motherfucker don't choke up When you're talkin to me
Chorus:
Ice, Ice motherfuckin T (x4)
Verse 2:
Bush, Quayle and Clinton got a problem with me: The motheruckin T I give less than a fuck about any of them Or their fuckin police friends They'd like to take me out Make me a goner They even tryin to sweat Time Warner Why? For tellin the truth to the youth That a lot of motherfuckers are hot And want police shot? You can't stop the shock (?) The fires are out But the coals are still hot I got juice to bring pain You tryin to fuck with the Ice Are you insane? This shit is bigger than me Be warned It's the calm before the storm And every fuckin thing I write Is gonna be analyzed by somebody white
Chorus
Verse 3:
Run motherfucker, hide motherfucker, trip motherfucker, die motherfucker You don't give love And you won't get loved You don't push And you won't get shoved No joke I ain't here to laugh I ain't here to cry But every night of the week One of my homies die Eeny meeny mynie moe Blood's pourin out the naps of your afro It could be you Could be you Could be you Could be your whole damn crew It happens real quick Screechin tires Next thing you're hit Your body's cold Your body's hot You feel your chest You gasp for breath You're shot And now your homies is trippin' Lookin for a gat to put they clip in Street crime- That's the thing I bring, Ice-T I rap, B.C. I sing They call it controversy I call it truth with no mercy The beats are phat Ammo Dump tracks The kind that make speakers crack Not made for squares Or the weak punks That made the bump trunks Press- Get the fuck out my fuckin face I ain't got no more time to waste A ho is a ho, a bitch is a bitch, a nigga is a nigga And that's it I'm through explainin the shit You just makin me backtrack The next duck reporter might get hit with a blackjack Plus Every one of my true fans Totally understands A nigga like me
All right! When we go up in this goddamn house all I want is the motherfuckin' kids! As far as pops I don't give a fuck what you do... Bust him in his motherfuckin' head! If he got any money, take it! If there is money there, rob the motherfuckin' joint! As far as moms bust her in her goddamn head! Dumb bitch, that's the reason we're going up in there! She don't know what the fuck she's talkin' about!
Everyone get back, this is a rap jack I'm takin' your kids' brains, you aint gettin'em back With a move of perfection, my dissection Some call it lethal injection I'm gonna fill'em with hard drums Big drums, bitches, hoes and death, come on and get some I'm not the nigga that you want to leave your kids alone Cause I got my own opening-dome kit And once again I'm gonna put them under my fuckin' spell They might start givin' you fuckin' hell Start changin' the way they walk They talk, they act, now, whose fuckin' fault is that? The home invader...
Yo, moms you can basically just suck my dick! This is a home invasion... Yo, pops that shit you talkin' is noise! Word! You full of shit!
Check this out, moms, I said time bomb And they sit in your house and remain calm Till you feed'em lies and the flip Start talkin' crazy shit (Fuck you!) Might call you and pops a fool Tell ya that's why they hate school Been offensive and askin' questions Give your brain indigestion Why? Why? Because I have indoctrinated the youth Yhey're mentally intoxicated with truth So they know the noise you talk are lies Pretty damn soon they'll be by (I'm outta here) They listen to me and i give'em the real And every night caps get peeled And every night a ho gets smacked A fool gets jacked Now, whose fuckin' fault was that? The home invaders...
Yo! Yo! Yo! All that shit you taught me, mom, was full of shit! Know what I'm sayin'? How the fuck you gonna tell me to run my motherfuckin' life? Bitch! You dont even know who the fuck you are! You talkin' about you don't like rap, you don't like how I dress! Yo! Fuck you and pops! I'm outta here! Both of y'all can kiss my ass...
All cops want me, so does the F.B.I. Because my rhymes are fly They still tryin' to stop m,e shut me down block me Make motherfuckas boycott me But that will never happen, it's impossible I move straight through all obstacles They say I'm fuckin' up the minds of little kids But half of my fans are in college P.M.R.C. suck my dick, please You can kiss my ass while you're on your knees Word! You're listening to the verbal assassinator E's the crossfader, your factual updater Until your cranium grows like uranium Hard as titanium, parents, I'm blamin'em For teachin' you lies about life, racist viewpoints And other trite bullshit they learned back in the day While I learned about death from an A.K. But they'll never quite understand Bam, bam, bam, no gat is the Walkman Boom, bash, yeah, yo, it's goin' down Me and Ice Cube are in town But the fuckin' pigs cancelled the concert They're just scared of some niggers that do work What they do? What did I do? Just say truth motherfucka and it's comin' through I tell you what we did: we stole your fuckin' kids The home invader...
All right! we got the motherfuckin' kids! We outta here! C'mon...
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 the Ammo Dump with my nigga Alladdin, SLJ, LP and my nigga Henry G Yeah, we do the shit like this
Verse One:
The card after the ace is deuce So cut the nigga loose on the 3 That's me The motherfuckin T I got ride on my surfboard Rhyme hard But only buy the shit that I can't afford That's everything That's why I truck big fat rings Cause in the motherland gold is for kings I got backup To jack up Punks who try to act up Do a world tour Watch the big bank stack up Motherfuckers get dropped with the quickness I got an ill left and a right fist Make mistakes and you'll lose Or you might die Cause I'm the wrong Ice for your bruise And that's no lie Meanwhile the penile is stacked to the top with my niggaz Mostly for squeezin triggas I call em homies Pigs call em crooks So I write and put bucks on they books I give a fuck about a cop or a G-man They all talk shit Their breath smellin like semen I catch em in the alley all alone Put em in the prone Pop! Pop! Pop! To the dome
Chorus:
It's the G-style Gangsta style
Verse 2:
G Style, The gangsta talk I got a teflon .9 And it eats vest I take a motherfucker out quick Just for talkin shit Ride Rolls Catch hoes like a mitt LA, Atlanta, New York Yo, my shit rocks Chi-town, Miami, Detroit I get much props Because I roll with the hardcore G Every street's the same street to me I don't bullshit I don't quit Writin a rhyme fit KKK pray each day That I get hit Motherfuckers try to flip on the Icepick Move and slip Close the eyes and catch a fuckin clip Not in the ghetto no more But I do hang Got a black game And it's sittin on them thangs I kick the game from the street Not the slamma Tighten up my knockas with a big lead hammer
Chorus
Verse Three:
Some of the times I write my raps with extreme speed Some of the times I take the pen and make pads bleed My mind clicks to Homocide Bullets fly Ladies cry A lot of people die Some nights I can't right Stare at the blue lines I think I'm a go blind Then the beat becomes me Sit in the dark And write a whole fuckin LP G Style, the gangsta talk Never near soft Hard as a knockout bout It's no sellout I keep crime in my rhyme Cause it's my thing Packed with guns And drugs And lots of street slang A-B-C-D-E-F, and LAPD Words from a motherfuckin OG Ammo Dump pumps the sounds that you bump in your trunk So turn it up punk What'cha fraid of? What'cha made of? Pull the pin Set the grenade off Blastin sounds out ya jeep On every city street, nigga Straight gangsta beat
Chorus
Verse Four:
Many like to dress the style, and act hardcore Many motherfuckers are and they crack jaws I like to lay in the cut In a nightclub Don't smoke bud Drink suds But I gets loved, mack, cool I scope the freak with the mad backs Hit her with the gangsta style Cool, relaxed, bam Put her in the Benz Bump Too $hort, let her know Right off the top, what's my sport You think long You think wrong You got it goin on, baby doll? But I won't sing you no love song You either love me Or you don't You're either rollin tonight Or you won't She likes the style Cause it don't bullshit around Tounge in my ear, real slow And then it went down I gotta flip into a ill mode Pack a clip full of hype tracks And then unload Music for the hardcore beatdown No weak pop shit Strictly underground And if you don't like the style, as I get wreck Ease back nigga, catch a knife through the neck
"Yo whats up man? Yeah I gotta trunk fulla this shit Word, broads still with me man, comin over to grapevine right now Yo I can't talk right now man, I gotta get off this phone"
Damn, how'd I get into this scam Roll in a car with the trunk worth 5000 grand I came up from the curb, word First thing it rocks, now my ride's packin crazy birds I gotta freak in the front seat She got crazy game, might even have more than me And thats why I don't trust, I ain't no busta One wrong move and I'll dust her But she knows that, keeps a gat Works much plastic, always stays on phat She said she loves me Looks deep in my eyes, sometimes cries, all lies She only loves my cash flow, long dough The falso love of a pimp and a hoe But me and her gotta job to do Get this luggage back to the crew She got scanner, I hadta listen to the pigs talk And if they speakin about us then its jumpin off But I ain't sweatin them at all 2 cops'll roll up and 2 cops'll fall The lines on the highway, I'm makin my mind drift away To my last jail stay 5 years for a 459 I'm never goin back, no matter what the crime Surrenderin ain't me Fuck that, I'm holdin court in the street G For a nigga like me there ain't no ounce My life filled with drug busts and shoot outs Pure ghetto anger, pure ghetto anger Pure ghetto anger, I'm addicted to danger Some nights I crash clubs Rollin with the posse made of well-known thugs Cool out with the freaks Truckin much jewels, beggin for beef Thens some niggaz roll up Lookin for a way to pump the reps up But I ain't the one I'm handin out beat downs, no need for guns Sometimes I gotta ask myself Is all this buck whylin good for a niggaz health? I don't know why Am I suicidal, do I wanna die? The answerin, simple A headache throbs in my temple It says it ain't fair, it says it ain't right It says its goin down tonight We finally made it to the drop spot King and Weston Ave, snoody fox The posse was there, but it ain't right Fuckin police lights Its all goin down that road blocks I never seen that many cops It was a setup, my whole damn crew's gettin wet up Big time, some motherfucker dropped a dime But even in the flurry of gun shots My adrenaline was boilin hot I crash down on the floor of the ride Punch the gas, drove that benz through they punk ass Hit Vernor doin 90 Looked in the rear-view, no one behind me I got on the phone Called up the homies to see what went wrong But no time to sweat that I still gotta trunk fulla shit, I was on phat I just need a cool place to hide Dumped the benzo, slammed the G ride Me and a freak hit a motel crash spot The streets was hot Rubbed me down, said she adored me Said the gunfire made her horny The she pushed me back on the bed Licked me head to toe, toe to head Then I closed my eyes real slowly Is this love? No not me Then I felt a pain in my chest The smell of gun powder and burnt flesh I looked in her face, opened my mouth And then her badge came out
It's goin down From the Ammo Dump I got my nigga SLJ and DJ Aladdin Droppin the fat tracks Hit em with it Syndicate's in the muthafuckin house All duck MC's get flat, muthfuckas Yeah
1993 And it's still me A rappin brother from L.A., the cool T Diss a brother, hate a brother, I still come back With the fat tracks, fuck the pop crap I got a mind to cold diss a fool Wack rappers sellin out urge me to pull tools For no reason Pop suckers hookin for hits like hoes skeezin Prostitutes that can't shoot, yet you clock loot Dancesteps with the weak styles, but you look cute Bitch, that shit's wack Let Hammer dance, and you other fools ease back The microphone in some twist in a clenched fist Mind locked on ???? load of my hit list And make duck rappers pray Many talk shit, but none step this way Cause I'm quick to beat down a weak clown Clock crazy juice from L.A. to the Boogie Down I play the whole map Got hoes locked like a muthafuckin bear trap Ice muthafuckin T Before hoes gee they need two forms of I.D. Never fess, not the best, but I'm hard to shake Huh, watch the Ice break
Watch the Ice break
Yo, let's see now who's tryin to diss me Say I sold out cause I rocked with the B.C. Y'all are bitches, you're straight wack Quick to talk shit, but always behind the back I do whatever I wanna do, punk hoe I rock a perm, you rock an afro I wear khakis, while y'all wear silk Y'all drink forties, and I drink milk Cause that's my muthafuckin biz I never sell out, cause it's no sale, kid Hardcore to my heart from the fuckin start Whether done over beats or loud guitars I drop the dope hits Case you forgot, I invented this gangsta shit You wanna step to me? New jack, walk Come back in five LP's, then we can talk You're just 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 you're searchin for that one more hit Shhhiiit I ain't new to this, I got gangs of gold I come original, then I break the mold Too many MC's hit, then fold They're just fakes Hah, watch the Ice break
Watch the Ice break
Yeah Syndicate jumpin off 1993 On some old fly smooth shit All the muthfuckas out there down with us You know what I'm sayin? We're rollin strong All the busters out there that got some static to say We're settin this shit off physically this year Like KRS-One says: Sucker MC's duck down Muthafuckas ain't takin no shit I'm swingin on busters, point-blank Diss me and it's on Straight up
Now it's the break of dawn And the mic is still on All hoes are fuckin and the rhymes are damn strong Many MC's that choke from the mic smoke Those who tried to get with me Lost in rhyme infinity Or they lost breath Try to step to the Ice equals sure death Cause ??it's then I begin?? than you ever assume Drop the mic, go rap in your living room I love the quick kill Swing on a nigga sometimes just to break ill Knuckle up, buster, fool, in his fuckin eye All hands, I need no gun, yo punk, why? Cause if I pull my gun, you die No second try I gotta cool out now, so I don't over-freeze Nut up and start murderin MC's Start catchin bodies from state to state Throw on a ski mask and walk the streets late And do me up a whole damn crew The Geto Boys was trippin, but my mind's trickin me too Cause diss me, and I meet you one day And bet your life it won't be a fun day I hope, nigga, it's not your fate That you're around when the Ice breaks
Check this out: now I'm black But black people trip Cause white people like me White people like me But don't like them What's the fuck up Are you my friend?
Hell no, you're a racist You say you got one black friend, so you're in Sorry homie, no win Check the facts Mexicans are still gettin pushed to the back Puerto-Ricans gettin dissed the same Won't speak on the Indians, shit's insane Fuck John Wayne I don't hate whites I just got a death wish for muthafuckas that ain't right You got black skin Still you gotta show and prove, friend Back to the facts What about Australia? A fuckin failure The Aboriginal people are black So they got jacked You ask me about free speech and the Riots? So what's in store? I'm talkin bout a race war
(Get yourself together) (Upen your eyes Get wise) (Put your brain in gear)
Race war People gettin killed in the street Blood on your feet, the ends don't meet And who they gonna blame it on, me? Try the media Try the P.D. Try your TV Try your quest for wealth Anybody but yourself But once the bullets start flyin People start dyin It's all because we're lyin History books that teach hate A kid has no escape From the racist fate And pretty soon South Africa Will stop chillin And start killin
Race war (8X)
Every night I pray That people get this shit together one day But this country ain't with it America was founded on that racist shit I judge the devil by his deeds It's usually connected to the size of his greed And keep the hope Even though they'd love to give a nigga like me the rope And when this shit hits There's gonna be a lotta white kids rollin with the Africans You can't sweat skin Cause ??? a lot of blacks is down with the Republicans This shit don't have to happen That's why a brother like me's still rappin Just treat each other right Either that, or you're lookin for a sure fight Fuck the police We already know they ain't about no fuckin peace You wanna know what I think's in store? Justice or a race war
(Get yourself together) (Upen your eyes Get wise) Race war (Get yourself together) (Upen your eyes Get wise) (Put your brain in gear) Race war (Get yourself together) (Upen your eyes Get wise) (Put your brain in gear) Race war (Get yourself together) (Upen your eyes Get wise) (Put your brain in gear)
Korean people live down in the hood A little mis-fuckin-understood Orientals were slaves too Word to this fuckin red white and blue People from Iran ain't never did shit to us So why the distrust? The system wanna keep us at each other's throats While we're payin the tax notes Cause bein black ain't no fuckin minority It's the fuckin majority So they gotta make us hate each other Word, check the brothers Mexicans - black Jamaicans - black Iranians - black Indians - black Hawaiians - black Puerto-Ricans - black Eskimos - black South-Americans - black Orientals - black Yeah, that's right The Klan says everything's black that ain't white So we gotta get our facts straight Cause the shit they teach in school is pure hate Sometimes I don't know for sure If somebody want a race war
(Get yourself together) (Upen your eyes Get wise) Race war (Get yourself together) (Upen your eyes Get wise) (Put your brain in gear) Race war (Get yourself together) (Upen your eyes Get wise) (Put your brain in gear) Race war (Get yourself together) (Upen your eyes Get wise) (Put your brain in gear) Who wants a race war?
I was born in new jersey, I said it before But I guess nobody heard me My mother died young No sistas or brothas, I was the only son When I was twelve my pops died too What a brotha was supposed to do? They sent me out West To live with my aunt I guess they though it was the best But there was no love there Growin' with no moms I guess I was prepared to live in a vacuum The bedroom the kitchen, the hall and the bathroom I didn't leave home much, didn't like L.A. Didn't have no friends to trust Got busted to a school Blacks and whites, I guess the shit was cool But in highschool I changed Didn't wanna bust, didn't wanna play the game I walked to Crenshaw high, shit was fly I hooked up with new cru Some brothas that knew what the fuck to do You might call it gang but we called it a set And it was our own thang The whole school was down And one way or another everybody fucked around When the hardcore or not you wore the right color or your ass got shot That's how i'm livin'...
I did three years in and made close friends Havin' no love my homies came my only I was glad: a family I never had But I grew up fast got a girl on 10th grade pregnant Needin' cash, I had to change my style Switched from bangin' to hustlin' No more goin' buckwild Had to get a cashflow But my hustle was weak, it was a no go I join the army, four years in that shit Be all fucked you can be Came back to the hood My homies had done good Had elevated their game About 100 gees a lick, no mothafuckin' shame Passed for the jewels Baby sledgehammers with the tools I speak on this with a hesitation Even though it passed the statue of limitation...
I checked the bank Bought a porsche and gear, earn high streetrank But as I grew my whole crew fell thru Cops had us on the books as innerstate crooks Murder robbery rape escape, the whole damn nine You robbed a nigga blind I had too much juice, I cut my boosters loose I was intread with the pimpgame Took on the ice-name But the pimpgame moved too slow Especially for a nigga who was hooked on quick dough In one nite late I was in a carwreck And I was lucky to escape Hospital for teen weeks, in bed almost dead And when I got well, I got gaught in a cross And got locked in a jailcell That's how I'm livin'...
They cutted me loose And I had to change troops This time they didn't catch me Next time they'll strecth me Cause my time was gettin' short All my homies was in court Or locked in a hole, this shit was gettin' old So I changed my life Putted down the gun and picked up the mic It took ten years to get from there to here But I still keep a gun, cops got me on the run And they hate me more now Than they ever did before My homies came back from pen And we all worked together True friends but every once and while Some punk mistakes me as a junk And he gets in my face Wrong mothafuckin' place And I aint lyin', that's how you dyin'...
[ VERSE 1 ] Do this, ugh, come on, come on Time to get wreck and kick the so on and so on The I-c-e-T O.G. M.C. L.A.P.D. H-a-t-e- s (Ho!) Watch the mic blow I flip scripts, and the Dump drops the Ammo Time to get wreck with the new style It's '93 and MC's are gettin buck wild But I - ain't a - nigga That's gonna get left with a big zero as a figure I'm gonna end up with a big sum Cause if you don't like one jam, I always got another one 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 lp's, none the same
[Intro: Ice-T Talking] Yo, shut up this is Ice motherfuckin' T And I've been listenin' to a lot of DJ's Get on the Mic and try to get busy you know what I'm sayin'? But can't no DJ get rap like my motherfuckin' nigga Evil-E So right about now I'm give you the motherfuckin' microphone I'ma get behind the wheels, and we gonna do this Yo Evil, tell where the fuck it's comin' from
[Verse 1: Evil-E] It's comin' from the mouth of the pimp behind the wheels I make the bitch kneel, Evil E the Great steel Shows, hoes, junior pimp, sweat out punk So I can give your bitch, the Evil-E junk I love your honey if she listen up, listen clear after the show Yo, hoe hit the wheel "yeah" Backstage, pad lipstick, tattooed on the right tip My hope to get lit, grap that ass and hit "hit" Hard move and more security would be knockin' While Evil E's rockin', Charlie Jam is gyratin' I'm a fuckin' mack that comes up, by playin' them back Ask my nigga, I be Shawnie, Shawnie, Shawnie mack...
[Chorus:] E cuts the records and the yellow nigga gets loose E cuts the records and the yellow nigga gets loose
[Ice-T:] yo E, tell them who the fuck you are [Evil-E:] yeah nigga I'm the pimp behind the wheels [Ice-T:] Yo, man I don't think they heard you man I don't think fuck they heard you man [Evil-E:] aiy bitch, I'm the pimp behind the wheels [Ice-T:] you pimp behind the wheels right, the pimp behind the wheels [Evil-E:] That's right I'm the pimp behind the wheels [Ice-T:] well jump off [Evil-E:] yo, check this motherfuckin' shit out
[Verse 2: Evil-E] Standin' with no quitter a fuckin' baby sitter Quick to get with her and have bitches that's bitter "yeah" I'm all that, fuck you if you don't think so Take your mamms, make that bitch my main hoe 'Hah" Let's go, let's go, let's go, showtime Blow the Syndicate's sock when my nigga kicked the dope "yeah" Rhyme that ass, yep that's what I'm peepin' Niggaz never sleep on Evil E, I'll deep in Some ass make you fatal, yo that's pimpin' New city, no tittie, Evil-E be never be slippin' "yeah" Down with the Syndicate rippin' shit up Back wheel my yellow nigga Ice And I'm the pimp behind the wheels...
[Chorus:] E cuts the records and the yellow nigga gets loose E cuts the records and the yellow nigga gets loose
[Ice-T:] yo, jump off E, get busy dude [Evil-E:] that's right, I'm the pimp behind the wheels [Ice-T:] I don't think they hear you nigga, I don't think they hear you [Evil-E:] yeah nigga, I'm the pimp behind the wheels [Ice-T:] motherfuckin' pimp behind the wheels, yeah [Evil-E:] that's right, I'm the pimp behind the wheels Yo Ice, break it down like this
[Chorus:] E cuts the records and the yellow nigga gets loose E cuts the records and the yellow nigga gets loose
[Break: Evil-E Talking] Yeeeeeeeeeeah nigga Yo P, cut that shit up properly Y'all never seen a MC cut shit up right A fuckin' nigga, but check this shit out
[Verse 3: Evil-E] Evil-E the nigga that always gives a fuck About gettin' sucked, clockin' crazy bucks Fuck your fine hazes, all it takes is a second "second" Syndicate weapon Evil-E and I'm kickin' in the back While supplyin' the sounds on stage Cops enrage that's why we always on the front page Rippin' shit up, me and my yellow nigga The mic is the gat and the wheels is the trigger Grap the haze known every city that I rip "rip" Got crazy Dollars cause I always keep a grip "grip" Get down with the Syndicate rippin' shit up Back wheel my yellow nigga Ice "who are you" And I'm the pimp behind the wheels...
[Chorus:] E cuts the records and the yellow nigga gets loose E cuts the records and the yellow nigga gets loose
[Ice-T:] niggaz don't know man, niggaz don't know [Evil-E:] yeah nigga, I'm the pimp behind the wheels [Ice-T:] niggaz can't hear you motherfucker [Evil-E:] yeah, the pimp behind the wheels [Ice-T:] niggaz don't understand the level of this game baby [Evil-E:] Ice is down with the pimp behind the wheels [Ice-T:] niggaz, niggaz can't deal with this shit [Evil-E:] an untouchable with the pimp behind the wheels [Ice-T:] awww yeah [Evil-E:] LP's with the pimp behind the wheels Bodycount is with the pimp behind the wheels The Syndicate is with the pimp behind the wheels Hen-Gee is the pimp behind the wheels [Ice-T:] pimp behind the wheels, yeah [Evil-E:] That's right motherfucker, 1993's style Home Invasion Dedicating this shit to all the DJ's in all the motherfuckin' world [Ice-T:] this shit fly E [Evil-E:] and peace to all MC's in the world My nigga Ice on the wheels of steel, you know what I'm sayin' Total haze knows I whip nationwide [Ice-T:] shit makes you wanna hold your nuts [Evil-E:] you know what I'm sayin, and I'm outta this motherfucker [Ice-T:] Shits kinda fly, pimp shit, Evil-E style All the virgins thanks for nothing, look I got this DJ here E Yeah, that's for all the DJ's out there, y'all can suck my dick too, twice [Evil-E:] I'mthe pimp behind the wheels I'm dedicatin' this record to all the DJ's in the entire motherfuckin' world That's down with the Evil-E and my yellow nigga [Ice-T:] that's me hoe [Evil-E:] Peace to all the MC's in the house Peace to all the haze nose all over the world Let's get the fuck outta here
