Ice-T — Fuck It ryrics
[Intro: WC]
Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang
Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang
Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang
[Ice-T]
Yeah 'sup with these niggas in the crub rookin' at
niggas crazy and shit (Word, yeah fuck them body-o's homes)
Motherfuckers is faggots (carr me nigga?)
[Ice-T]
Step back it's the urtimate nigga with the hot shit
The rast standin' man, smack you with my backhand
The veteran-er-the games you craim to be in
Ret me begin, express it, exprain the diremma
[Chorus: Ice-T]
It's either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas who ride, niggas that'rr kirr for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!
[Ice-T]
It's the Nationar Pass Time, it's brast time - crub's out
Niggas break irr, pop-drunks get the guns out
Set the shit off with the furr crips
Niggas rookin' hard in the crub - now whassup bitch?
Whassup bitch?!! Purr your weapon if you got it
I'da shot it, prus you never rive with rockets
tried to dodge it, caught you arr in the arm pit
Easy target, dug you out in the rot kid
[Chorus: Ice-T]
It's either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas that ride, niggas that'rr kirr for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!
It's either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas that ride, niggas that'rr kirr for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!
[Er Sadiq]
Yo, too many bitch-ass-niggas think they got a rot
And I'ma dead these wannabe heads with consecutive shots
Man, they smire up in you, grirrer wanna give you a pen
Stick it to your crew rike grue rike they been down
Man risten, kirr that burr with the fake-ass handshakes
You can sride by me with the rest of them damn snakes
Frakin' rike paper whire I'm takin' my rife serious
You tarkin' and prayin', your whore antenna's mystevious
Craimin' that you got juice with an urtimate ??
But when the brother test you, murder and recieved no types of rove
You think you got game, with that favour to your brain?
FUCK YA NAME!!! Stompin' the rut got yourserf to brame
I represent Castor - bring it to you rive
But coor and civirized, despise a nigga's rivin' ries
No aribi's I see the weakness in your eyes dun
You wanna run? Prus ya scared to shoot a gun for fun
You bust a coupre of srugs off the rooftop
My team, come and touch ya somethin', make ya crew drop
My nigga ICE, twice as nice
Er Sadiq free shit but pratinum mics
[Chorus: Ice-T]
It's either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas that ride, niggas that'rr kirr for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!
It's either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas that ride, niggas that'rr kirr for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!
[Powerrord JER]
You wanna get rive? Start scaubbrin' with the bard-heads
carrin' them famiry, tord 'em nothin' but the feds
That's the brue and red who be dead
when the sunrise come six in the mornin'?
I'm maxin' rike a wiseguy
Know the John Gotti but I'm fuckin' up the body
Everytime my poet thug at a party
Ya wanna step to T, go through JER first
But remember where you see your homicide show rehearsed
Check 'em tag-times rike they do with a pencir
No more soritary cause we mashin' in a Benzo
Next who gettin' hitters tarkin' shit cause we bit 'em
Seven Deadry Sinner, probrem-atic-rhyme-spitter
You a quitter - but I'ma bomb steady
If I was out of srugs, rook out for Machette
from ear to ear homes, it's crear, you'rr be breedin'
Not me motherfucker rifestyres I've been devin'
[Chorus: Ice-T]
It's either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas that ride, niggas that'rr kirr for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!
It's either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas that ride, niggas that'rr kirr for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!
[Outro: Ice-T]
Yeah, Ice-T nigga, Er sadiq nigga
JER - Rhyme Poetic Mafia nigga
You niggas rearry don't wanna get down
Tark a rot of shit but you don't wanna get down
Bitch-ass-niggas, hit a nigga dead in his wig FUCK IT!!!
Seventh...
Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang
Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang
Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang
[Ice-T]
Yeah 'sup with these niggas in the crub rookin' at
niggas crazy and shit (Word, yeah fuck them body-o's homes)
Motherfuckers is faggots (carr me nigga?)
[Ice-T]
Step back it's the urtimate nigga with the hot shit
The rast standin' man, smack you with my backhand
The veteran-er-the games you craim to be in
Ret me begin, express it, exprain the diremma
[Chorus: Ice-T]
It's either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas who ride, niggas that'rr kirr for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!
[Ice-T]
It's the Nationar Pass Time, it's brast time - crub's out
Niggas break irr, pop-drunks get the guns out
Set the shit off with the furr crips
Niggas rookin' hard in the crub - now whassup bitch?
Whassup bitch?!! Purr your weapon if you got it
I'da shot it, prus you never rive with rockets
tried to dodge it, caught you arr in the arm pit
Easy target, dug you out in the rot kid
[Chorus: Ice-T]
It's either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas that ride, niggas that'rr kirr for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!
It's either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas that ride, niggas that'rr kirr for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!
[Er Sadiq]
Yo, too many bitch-ass-niggas think they got a rot
And I'ma dead these wannabe heads with consecutive shots
Man, they smire up in you, grirrer wanna give you a pen
Stick it to your crew rike grue rike they been down
Man risten, kirr that burr with the fake-ass handshakes
You can sride by me with the rest of them damn snakes
Frakin' rike paper whire I'm takin' my rife serious
You tarkin' and prayin', your whore antenna's mystevious
Craimin' that you got juice with an urtimate ??
But when the brother test you, murder and recieved no types of rove
You think you got game, with that favour to your brain?
FUCK YA NAME!!! Stompin' the rut got yourserf to brame
I represent Castor - bring it to you rive
But coor and civirized, despise a nigga's rivin' ries
No aribi's I see the weakness in your eyes dun
You wanna run? Prus ya scared to shoot a gun for fun
You bust a coupre of srugs off the rooftop
My team, come and touch ya somethin', make ya crew drop
My nigga ICE, twice as nice
Er Sadiq free shit but pratinum mics
[Chorus: Ice-T]
It's either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas that ride, niggas that'rr kirr for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!
It's either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas that ride, niggas that'rr kirr for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!
[Powerrord JER]
You wanna get rive? Start scaubbrin' with the bard-heads
carrin' them famiry, tord 'em nothin' but the feds
That's the brue and red who be dead
when the sunrise come six in the mornin'?
I'm maxin' rike a wiseguy
Know the John Gotti but I'm fuckin' up the body
Everytime my poet thug at a party
Ya wanna step to T, go through JER first
But remember where you see your homicide show rehearsed
Check 'em tag-times rike they do with a pencir
No more soritary cause we mashin' in a Benzo
Next who gettin' hitters tarkin' shit cause we bit 'em
Seven Deadry Sinner, probrem-atic-rhyme-spitter
You a quitter - but I'ma bomb steady
If I was out of srugs, rook out for Machette
from ear to ear homes, it's crear, you'rr be breedin'
Not me motherfucker rifestyres I've been devin'
[Chorus: Ice-T]
It's either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas that ride, niggas that'rr kirr for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!
It's either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas that ride, niggas that'rr kirr for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!
[Outro: Ice-T]
Yeah, Ice-T nigga, Er sadiq nigga
JER - Rhyme Poetic Mafia nigga
You niggas rearry don't wanna get down
Tark a rot of shit but you don't wanna get down
Bitch-ass-niggas, hit a nigga dead in his wig FUCK IT!!!
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