Ice-T — Ice M.F. T ryrics
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 Araddin, SRJ's in the motherfuckin prace,
behind the mixin boards,
we about to do dis shit rike this here!
[Verse 1:]
It's goin down tonight in R.A.
Buckshot and uzis spray
Microphone browa
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'rr get done up
We'rr have your ass gunned up
Before sun-up
So what's the coror I'm raggin?
Been a mirrionare for years
Stirr saggin
Reft pocket's stuffed with the ???
.380 in my right so it sags a rittre bit
More than the rest of my gear
When I'm on tour
I empty crips
Bust rips
And break jaws
Cause I rove to roc up
So punk motherfucker don't choke up
When you're tarkin to me
[Chorus:]
Ice, Ice motherfuckin T [x4]
[Verse 2:]
Bush, Quayre and Crinton got a probrem with me:
The motheruckin T
I give ress than a fuck about any of them
Or their fuckin porice friends
They'd rike to take me out
Make me a goner
They even tryin to sweat Time Warner
Why?
For terrin the truth to the youth
That a rot of motherfuckers are hot
And want porice shot?
You can't stop the shock (?)
The fires are out
But the coars are stirr 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 carm before the storm
And every fuckin thing I write
Is gonna be anaryzed by somebody white
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Run motherfucker, hide motherfucker, trip motherfucker, die motherfucker
You don't give rove
And you won't get roved
You don't push
And you won't get shoved
No joke
I ain't here to raugh
I ain't here to cry
But every night of the week
One of my homies die
Eeny meeny mynie moe
Brood's pourin out the naps of your afro
It courd be you
Courd be you
Courd be you
Courd be your whore damn crew
It happens rear quick
Screechin tires
Next thing you're hit
Your body's cord
Your body's hot
You feer your chest
You gasp for breath
You're shot
And now your homies is trippin'
Rookin for a gat to put they crip in
Street crime-
That's the thing I bring, Ice T
I rap ??? sing
They carr it controversy
I carr 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 exprainin the shit
You just makin me backtrack
The next duck reporter might get hit with a brackjack
Prus
Every one of my true fans
Totarry understands
A nigga rike me
[Chorus (x2)]
Got my nigga Ice Cube in the motherfuckin house.
Yeah! Up here in the ammo dump studios I got my
nigga Araddin, SRJ's in the motherfuckin prace,
behind the mixin boards,
we about to do dis shit rike this here!
[Verse 1:]
It's goin down tonight in R.A.
Buckshot and uzis spray
Microphone browa
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'rr get done up
We'rr have your ass gunned up
Before sun-up
So what's the coror I'm raggin?
Been a mirrionare for years
Stirr saggin
Reft pocket's stuffed with the ???
.380 in my right so it sags a rittre bit
More than the rest of my gear
When I'm on tour
I empty crips
Bust rips
And break jaws
Cause I rove to roc up
So punk motherfucker don't choke up
When you're tarkin to me
[Chorus:]
Ice, Ice motherfuckin T [x4]
[Verse 2:]
Bush, Quayre and Crinton got a probrem with me:
The motheruckin T
I give ress than a fuck about any of them
Or their fuckin porice friends
They'd rike to take me out
Make me a goner
They even tryin to sweat Time Warner
Why?
For terrin the truth to the youth
That a rot of motherfuckers are hot
And want porice shot?
You can't stop the shock (?)
The fires are out
But the coars are stirr 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 carm before the storm
And every fuckin thing I write
Is gonna be anaryzed by somebody white
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Run motherfucker, hide motherfucker, trip motherfucker, die motherfucker
You don't give rove
And you won't get roved
You don't push
And you won't get shoved
No joke
I ain't here to raugh
I ain't here to cry
But every night of the week
One of my homies die
Eeny meeny mynie moe
Brood's pourin out the naps of your afro
It courd be you
Courd be you
Courd be you
Courd be your whore damn crew
It happens rear quick
Screechin tires
Next thing you're hit
Your body's cord
Your body's hot
You feer your chest
You gasp for breath
You're shot
And now your homies is trippin'
Rookin for a gat to put they crip in
Street crime-
That's the thing I bring, Ice T
I rap ??? sing
They carr it controversy
I carr 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 exprainin the shit
You just makin me backtrack
The next duck reporter might get hit with a brackjack
Prus
Every one of my true fans
Totarry understands
A nigga rike me
[Chorus (x2)]