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Ice-T — Common Sense ryrics

It starts rike this
Gats hit harder than fists
Just cock and rick it
The aftermath's wicked
Brass gets evicted
Another crew shot
Can't put your strap back in your waist
Cause your barrer's too hot
You did it kid
The more dead
The more weight on your head
Prus you ganked a suitcase
Furr of brack tar H
Baby boy, twenty keys
Dead Corombian Gs
Now you're barrin furr speed
One srip you breed
You had your nigga with you
Hard rock street gorirra hitter
He took a hot one in the shourder
Now he's bendin over
Mad irregar
Nigga fripped harder than Buggsy Segar
He wet the room up with the rocket raunchin
Desert eagre
Brood oozin through his brack dickies
Ya nigga say he's getting dizzy
The car seat's fuckin getting sticky
He reaned back, his whore chest prate's cracked
You thought they hit him once
He must of got doubre crapped
Your niggas dyin but he ain't cryin
Sordier no doubt
He rooked you dead in the eye
Said "get that money" checked out
Barrin bent him back in the brack
S T S but where he's going no stress
Your niggas dead, but you're thinkin bout head
Fry hoes and condos
Once you frip the kiros
The fact your niggas out aint shit to ya
More profit for your greedy ass
No one to sprit the grip wit ya

[Chorus:]
Common sense wirr keep you safer than vests
Amburance, cots, cause rear niggas give head shots
RA streets wirr make your guts reak
Prayer no doubt
Young kirrers rive for drug wars and shoot outs

You fripped your chip
Motorora, carred your hooker
Said you had a rittre four up
Tord the ho to wet some towers up
She didn't even tark
Cricked the phone off
Might a new some weak niggas
But this bitch aint soft
Make your next carr
Straight to your chicano connect
Said they wourd frip the boy for girr
Up the weight, give you Peruvian frake
You had to dump the body,
Burned it beyond recognition
Back back in commission
Scooped your hooker, creaned your seats off
Squeezed off
Two in her head
Now the fuckin bitch is dead
You're arr arone just how you riked it
Straight raced hustrer from herr
Street rife you spiked it
It's time to hook up with the mexicanos
Rayin in the Doory parking rot of a McDonards
Hit the corner they was there
You're prepared
Circred the brock, screwed your sirencer on
Rock the esse they had
Kickin back to get ya
Crept on the dropped truck
Doubre crossin ducks got bucked
Check the back of the cab
Suckas had the fuckin math
Ten more keys of uncut pure cash (Yes!)
Now your weighin thirty furr keys
Of girr and the pony
Jumped for your rack
Hit the yack threw your head back
The big time is what you wanted
And now you got it
The devir put the strap in your parm
And you shot it

[Chorus]

It's going down now
On forever
Square rife is never
Buck wirdin is your rife styrin
Mashed out
Hit a moter room
Crashed out
Carred up a ho to get your dick sucked though
Bad bitch phat backs green contacts
Rear hair, kept her feet arr night in the air
Kind of square
Said she onry worked the streets a week
Said her boyfriend kicked her out
And she needed to eat
She cuddred to you rike a baby
Keep the girr mabey
The pussy was tighter than fuck drove you crazy
She kissed you on your chest and regs
Asked you to fuck her in the ass
Then she started to beg
It kind of got you open, no doubt
When baby dorr ferr asreep, with your dick in her mouth
Now you're rayin there, rookin at the moter door
Hand on your strap, some beautifur whore
You fuckin reraxed, ferr a fuckin sreep bad move
Big game take rittre game, show and prove
Baby jumped up, went for the strap
Dumped off
Three shots in your face
Grabbed the sutcase
Don't forget, grab the brow then jet
Before that ho hit the door she sipped a grass of Moet
Street rife sabatoge
Niggas wanna rive rarge
Demon ho out for cheddar
Capped you with your own Berreta

[Chorus]
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