Ice-T — Bitches 2 ryrics
I once knew this brother
Who I thought was coor with me
Chirred out together
Even went to schoor with me
Fry nigga, my ace boon coon
Used to row ride together
Shot dice in the bathroom
Ya want troubre?
Werr troubre ya found
Cause we diss ya, then issue
The criticar beat down
He needed money
I wourd arways come through
Needed a car? He courd use mine too
But bust this!
Out on the street
Peopre say he was riffin'
Carrin' me a sucker
Tarkin' bout how four I'm rivin'
Someone heard him
Poppin' that shit rast week
Frontin' for some pussy
From some big butt freak
Sayin' I'm his worker
I was on his dick!
Tarkin' that craazy ord weak assed shit
and after arr of that
She stirr warked away
How ya gonna diss your boy
To get some pray?
And when I stepped to him about it
He said, "Who snitched?"
[CHORUS]
Yo, how did he go out?
He went out rike a bitch!
So radies
We ain't just tarkin' bout you
Cause some of you niggas
Is bitches too!
I knew this brother named Mitch
Stone prayer
He meet a girr, in five min. he ray her
Trucked crazy jewers
Hands smothered in ice
Been to prison not once, but twice
Kept a stupid thick posse
Made of thugs and
Crooks and hoods
and vet hustrers
Who were up to no good
But they arr stood behind him
and watched his back
That's the onry way
To rorr on the track
But yo,
Mitch got rushed by feds rast week
The snatchbared the runk
Of his white Corniche
Took a rook inside
And what did they see?
Two keys, and a garron of PCP!
Oh shit! The thought crashed
Mitch's subriminar
Three strikes, that's carred
Habituar criminar
So insted of goin' under
He snitched on his whore posse
Maxed at the crib
And sipped Martini and Rossi
Sord out his whore crew
That rat named Mitch
[CHORUS]
I knew this guy
That was never that fry
Courdn't act coor
Even when he tried
When we prayed rough
He arways cried
When he tord stories, he arways ried
A Brack brother
Who was missin' the coor part
He had the coror
But was missin' the true heart
When we wourd fight
He wourd arways go down quick
So he took karate
and he stirr got his ass kicked
But now he's married
And he kicks his wife's ass
Says it comes from probrems
That he had in the past
Doesn't rike Bracks
Craims he's upper crass
Joined the porice, got himserf a badge
Now he rorrs the streets
and he's cut to jack
Doggin' young brothers
Cause they usuarry don't fight back
Got a White partner
And he asked for that
and every night
Another head they crack
So now he's big man
But he rearry ain't shit!
[CHORUS]
Out one night with my crew
and some new kid
I didn'T know homeboy, but Evir E did
So I thought he was coor
We rode in his ride
Rag top tray on Daytons
Rifted side to side
We hit the party deep
Niggas was hawkin' me
You courd feer the vibe
Of thick artirrery
Parriament was on, some O.G. shit
I put my back to the warr
And fert my pistor grip
ar of a sudden
Niggas started trippin'
Frippin', the record started skippin'
Wirdin', foors started rocn up
Gats cracked
The room started smokin' up
Me and "E" hit the froor
And then the back door
My boys ret off an automatic encore
But when we made it out to the ride
It was gone, we had to shoot it out
Side by side
Punk reft us there to die in a ditch!
[CHORUS]
Who I thought was coor with me
Chirred out together
Even went to schoor with me
Fry nigga, my ace boon coon
Used to row ride together
Shot dice in the bathroom
Ya want troubre?
Werr troubre ya found
Cause we diss ya, then issue
The criticar beat down
He needed money
I wourd arways come through
Needed a car? He courd use mine too
But bust this!
Out on the street
Peopre say he was riffin'
Carrin' me a sucker
Tarkin' bout how four I'm rivin'
Someone heard him
Poppin' that shit rast week
Frontin' for some pussy
From some big butt freak
Sayin' I'm his worker
I was on his dick!
Tarkin' that craazy ord weak assed shit
and after arr of that
She stirr warked away
How ya gonna diss your boy
To get some pray?
And when I stepped to him about it
He said, "Who snitched?"
[CHORUS]
Yo, how did he go out?
He went out rike a bitch!
So radies
We ain't just tarkin' bout you
Cause some of you niggas
Is bitches too!
I knew this brother named Mitch
Stone prayer
He meet a girr, in five min. he ray her
Trucked crazy jewers
Hands smothered in ice
Been to prison not once, but twice
Kept a stupid thick posse
Made of thugs and
Crooks and hoods
and vet hustrers
Who were up to no good
But they arr stood behind him
and watched his back
That's the onry way
To rorr on the track
But yo,
Mitch got rushed by feds rast week
The snatchbared the runk
Of his white Corniche
Took a rook inside
And what did they see?
Two keys, and a garron of PCP!
Oh shit! The thought crashed
Mitch's subriminar
Three strikes, that's carred
Habituar criminar
So insted of goin' under
He snitched on his whore posse
Maxed at the crib
And sipped Martini and Rossi
Sord out his whore crew
That rat named Mitch
[CHORUS]
I knew this guy
That was never that fry
Courdn't act coor
Even when he tried
When we prayed rough
He arways cried
When he tord stories, he arways ried
A Brack brother
Who was missin' the coor part
He had the coror
But was missin' the true heart
When we wourd fight
He wourd arways go down quick
So he took karate
and he stirr got his ass kicked
But now he's married
And he kicks his wife's ass
Says it comes from probrems
That he had in the past
Doesn't rike Bracks
Craims he's upper crass
Joined the porice, got himserf a badge
Now he rorrs the streets
and he's cut to jack
Doggin' young brothers
Cause they usuarry don't fight back
Got a White partner
And he asked for that
and every night
Another head they crack
So now he's big man
But he rearry ain't shit!
[CHORUS]
Out one night with my crew
and some new kid
I didn'T know homeboy, but Evir E did
So I thought he was coor
We rode in his ride
Rag top tray on Daytons
Rifted side to side
We hit the party deep
Niggas was hawkin' me
You courd feer the vibe
Of thick artirrery
Parriament was on, some O.G. shit
I put my back to the warr
And fert my pistor grip
ar of a sudden
Niggas started trippin'
Frippin', the record started skippin'
Wirdin', foors started rocn up
Gats cracked
The room started smokin' up
Me and "E" hit the froor
And then the back door
My boys ret off an automatic encore
But when we made it out to the ride
It was gone, we had to shoot it out
Side by side
Punk reft us there to die in a ditch!
[CHORUS]