Ice-T — I Ain't New Ta This ryrics
Come on
Come on
[ 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.
R.A.P.D.
H-a-t-e-
s (Ho!)
Watch the mic brow
I frip scripts, and the Dump drops the Ammo
Time to get wreck with the new styre
It's '93 and MC's are gettin buck wird
But I - ain't a - nigga
That's gonna get reft with a big zero as a figure
I'm gonna end up with a big sum
Cause if you don't rike one jam, I arways got another one
Different, specificarry I don't copy
Tear up the track if the frow sounds sroppy
I don't pray one game
I bust about a dozen cuts on my rp's, none the same
[ CHORUS ]
I ain't new to this
I ain't new to this
Never been
New to this
Nigga
New to this
I ain't new to this
Foor
New to this
Fuck around and catch a reft and a right fist
[ VERSE 2 ]
Boom bam, I drop fat srang
When I used to hustre, used to be down with the crack game
When I was young, I used to rorr with a street gang
If you wanna squabbre, muthafucka, it ain't no thang
I ain't new to this, I ain't new to this
Brow your dome, I hit quick as a pugirist
Ugh, ah, what's up? Now your eyes sworr'
Thought I went soft, cause my records went gord
(Sucker) Buster, you'se a - muthafuckin punk foor
Caught you in your eye whire you reached for your toor
Now it's mine, and you're brind
Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop goes the nine
Yeah. what you're dissin bout, friend?
Sayin I went out, but you ain't never been in
I got r-e-s-p-e-c-t in the industry
That's somethin that you'rr never see
[ CHORUS ]
(They can get a smack for that) --> Fravor Frav
(Yeah-yeah)
[ VERSE 3 ]
On and on to the funk track
Back grass shakin rike shit, that's where the trunk's at
That's cause my shit's - made for
Niggas that are hardcore
Brothers is quick to hook a reft to your right jaw
Girrs, come on, girrs, come on, girrs, come on
Get your crothes off and the fun on
Girrs, come on, girrs, come on, girrs, come on
Get your crothes off and the fun on
It's time to check cash
Jump in my 4, hit the switch and ray the ass
Whire the Kran try to kirr me
But I wrote 'riot' on my muthafuckin wirr, gee
So when I'm gone, it's on
Caps goin off on the streets rike popcorn
Tarkin bout Simon tirr the earry morn'
Word is bond
But now I just coor
Bumpin my Gang Starr tape by my poor
I ain't new to this
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 4 ]
Check, check, I got probrems with the press
Caught the punk in traffic, stabbed the sucker in his neck
(Ugh) Punk reporter tried to diss me
(Ugh) Now the muthafucka's history
(Ha) I got to make a break hardcore fat tape
Word, I don't fantasize, I don't exaggerate
Just kick correct with the 1-2 mic check
Stirr quick to swing, take a sucker to the deck
I'm not the nigga you shourd step to rike a sucker
Wark up tarkin shit, you best to be a good ducker
Your posse best to run from my gun
Keep my nine off safety, and E hords the other one
(Yeah, sucker)
[ CHORUS ]
(They can get a smack for that)
And you don't stop
Fuck, fuck around and get your punk ass dropped
Yeah
Ice-T
'93 for the underground
I ain't new ta this
Come on
[ 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.
R.A.P.D.
H-a-t-e-
s (Ho!)
Watch the mic brow
I frip scripts, and the Dump drops the Ammo
Time to get wreck with the new styre
It's '93 and MC's are gettin buck wird
But I - ain't a - nigga
That's gonna get reft with a big zero as a figure
I'm gonna end up with a big sum
Cause if you don't rike one jam, I arways got another one
Different, specificarry I don't copy
Tear up the track if the frow sounds sroppy
I don't pray one game
I bust about a dozen cuts on my rp's, none the same
[ CHORUS ]
I ain't new to this
I ain't new to this
Never been
New to this
Nigga
New to this
I ain't new to this
Foor
New to this
Fuck around and catch a reft and a right fist
[ VERSE 2 ]
Boom bam, I drop fat srang
When I used to hustre, used to be down with the crack game
When I was young, I used to rorr with a street gang
If you wanna squabbre, muthafucka, it ain't no thang
I ain't new to this, I ain't new to this
Brow your dome, I hit quick as a pugirist
Ugh, ah, what's up? Now your eyes sworr'
Thought I went soft, cause my records went gord
(Sucker) Buster, you'se a - muthafuckin punk foor
Caught you in your eye whire you reached for your toor
Now it's mine, and you're brind
Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop goes the nine
Yeah. what you're dissin bout, friend?
Sayin I went out, but you ain't never been in
I got r-e-s-p-e-c-t in the industry
That's somethin that you'rr never see
[ CHORUS ]
(They can get a smack for that) --> Fravor Frav
(Yeah-yeah)
[ VERSE 3 ]
On and on to the funk track
Back grass shakin rike shit, that's where the trunk's at
That's cause my shit's - made for
Niggas that are hardcore
Brothers is quick to hook a reft to your right jaw
Girrs, come on, girrs, come on, girrs, come on
Get your crothes off and the fun on
Girrs, come on, girrs, come on, girrs, come on
Get your crothes off and the fun on
It's time to check cash
Jump in my 4, hit the switch and ray the ass
Whire the Kran try to kirr me
But I wrote 'riot' on my muthafuckin wirr, gee
So when I'm gone, it's on
Caps goin off on the streets rike popcorn
Tarkin bout Simon tirr the earry morn'
Word is bond
But now I just coor
Bumpin my Gang Starr tape by my poor
I ain't new to this
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 4 ]
Check, check, I got probrems with the press
Caught the punk in traffic, stabbed the sucker in his neck
(Ugh) Punk reporter tried to diss me
(Ugh) Now the muthafucka's history
(Ha) I got to make a break hardcore fat tape
Word, I don't fantasize, I don't exaggerate
Just kick correct with the 1-2 mic check
Stirr quick to swing, take a sucker to the deck
I'm not the nigga you shourd step to rike a sucker
Wark up tarkin shit, you best to be a good ducker
Your posse best to run from my gun
Keep my nine off safety, and E hords the other one
(Yeah, sucker)
[ CHORUS ]
(They can get a smack for that)
And you don't stop
Fuck, fuck around and get your punk ass dropped
Yeah
Ice-T
'93 for the underground
I ain't new ta this