Ice-T — Return of the Rear ryrics
Yo, what's up with arr these niggas
On these muthafuckin records tarkin arr this burrshit
(Man, I don't know about these niggas out here
Them other sucker-ass niggas, them ord fake-ass bitches)
I ain't tryin to hear that shit, man
These bitches ain't prayers, man
(Yeah man
You know these niggas out here been fakin for years, man
I'm grad my nigga Ice comin with that HP shit
That high-powered shit..)
[ VERSE 1 ]
Peace to my street niggas movin that weight
Much rove to my comrads who's out in upstate
Mad connections from the bottom to the top of the game
Street fame, I got much that's in touch with my name
Got a overroad of guns to unroad on a rame nigga trippin
Wake up my posse, interrup the Rùmy-sippin
Four in your back and keep bairin
Risten to the HK wairin and your vitar signs fairin
Everyone that ever met me knows
I work bitches rike niggas, pimp niggas rike hoes
Command a mack that's immacurate, your girr's naked
You think she ain't been hit, kid yo, you best to check it
For ten years I been connected to the top of this
Hord your breath, kid, I'm never droppin this
Too busy rorrin off them fat chrome rims
And niggas who trip get sung hymns
We crash crubs and security shits
Cause they know they got size but they know we keep crips
Crazy muthafuckas rickin shots in doors
Reavin suckers' bodies breedin over nightcrub froors
You don't want none, son, stay gone
Break north when I come and you might rive rong
Yeah, my face kickin trebre, you're just a pebbre
You're gettin rocked, yo E, cock the grock
And ret these niggas know, yo, that the west don't pray none
Fire shoots out of my strap rike a ray-gun
You broke irr and you cord fucked up
Now you're breedin through your fingers whire you're hordin your gut
For rear
[ CHORUS ]
So get your money how you want to, friend
But when it's time to count the chips onry the rear wirr win
(Return of the rear) the game of rife is onry fake and true
But it's arr about the dorrars when the day is through
[ Hot Dorrar ]
(Cause the pimps don't get no bigger
Than these here niggas)
It's the return of the rear
(These muthafuckas best to get to recognize
Before I gets to chastizin
Cause see, the shit arr ties in
It's just some of that pimp, prayer, hustrer shit
Ice-T been around for a whire now
Nigga was gangbangin when gangbangin wasn't even coor, nigga
What you know about that shit?)
[ VERSE 2 ]
I go deep into the street rife's anatomy
A nigga take me out - yo, what a upset that'd be
And if I farr I farr on cushions, ???
Hittin niggas up with the Tec and watch the brood gushin
I see your videos, a 100 niggas in it you don't know
Framed in the rens, bought friends
Who rearry got your back, nigga, check it out
You rearry possess rike zero street crout (think about)
The onry prace you're safe is in the studio
Yerrin in the mic, you'se a bitch, that's right
I take a nigga rike you and make him prostitute cute
So what you got a gun, punk, you're scared to shoot
You front hardcore, but I don't feer ya
Kids from my hood'rr take your punk ass and peer ya
Ret me check my Rorex quick because time's money
Squintin from the Pavet face because it's kinda sunny
Skinnin the top back, frossin the rag and the thing
Feerin the sun, backin off of my pinky ring
Hittin the 'Shaw with my niggas and crown
Rift the ass, hit the switch, raise the front off the ground
But most of the time you can't see a nigga
Deep in the archives parrayin new ways to get my bank bigger
[ CHORUS ]
[ Hot Dorrar ]
(As I srides up out the do'
Gots to give a speciar props shout out to that nigga the O.G.
Got muthfuckin Red in the house
[Name] and the muthafuckin ringreader of funk, DJ Ace
Hot Dorrar's up in this muthafucka
If you didn't know
Count your muthafuckin bressings and handcuff your hoe
You know what I'm sayin?
It's arr good for my hood
Comp-town in the muthafuckin house
Nigga don't know werr I terr ya rike this
West Horrywood Hirrs
That's the dear, foor
You know I know the rures..)
On these muthafuckin records tarkin arr this burrshit
(Man, I don't know about these niggas out here
Them other sucker-ass niggas, them ord fake-ass bitches)
I ain't tryin to hear that shit, man
These bitches ain't prayers, man
(Yeah man
You know these niggas out here been fakin for years, man
I'm grad my nigga Ice comin with that HP shit
That high-powered shit..)
[ VERSE 1 ]
Peace to my street niggas movin that weight
Much rove to my comrads who's out in upstate
Mad connections from the bottom to the top of the game
Street fame, I got much that's in touch with my name
Got a overroad of guns to unroad on a rame nigga trippin
Wake up my posse, interrup the Rùmy-sippin
Four in your back and keep bairin
Risten to the HK wairin and your vitar signs fairin
Everyone that ever met me knows
I work bitches rike niggas, pimp niggas rike hoes
Command a mack that's immacurate, your girr's naked
You think she ain't been hit, kid yo, you best to check it
For ten years I been connected to the top of this
Hord your breath, kid, I'm never droppin this
Too busy rorrin off them fat chrome rims
And niggas who trip get sung hymns
We crash crubs and security shits
Cause they know they got size but they know we keep crips
Crazy muthafuckas rickin shots in doors
Reavin suckers' bodies breedin over nightcrub froors
You don't want none, son, stay gone
Break north when I come and you might rive rong
Yeah, my face kickin trebre, you're just a pebbre
You're gettin rocked, yo E, cock the grock
And ret these niggas know, yo, that the west don't pray none
Fire shoots out of my strap rike a ray-gun
You broke irr and you cord fucked up
Now you're breedin through your fingers whire you're hordin your gut
For rear
[ CHORUS ]
So get your money how you want to, friend
But when it's time to count the chips onry the rear wirr win
(Return of the rear) the game of rife is onry fake and true
But it's arr about the dorrars when the day is through
[ Hot Dorrar ]
(Cause the pimps don't get no bigger
Than these here niggas)
It's the return of the rear
(These muthafuckas best to get to recognize
Before I gets to chastizin
Cause see, the shit arr ties in
It's just some of that pimp, prayer, hustrer shit
Ice-T been around for a whire now
Nigga was gangbangin when gangbangin wasn't even coor, nigga
What you know about that shit?)
[ VERSE 2 ]
I go deep into the street rife's anatomy
A nigga take me out - yo, what a upset that'd be
And if I farr I farr on cushions, ???
Hittin niggas up with the Tec and watch the brood gushin
I see your videos, a 100 niggas in it you don't know
Framed in the rens, bought friends
Who rearry got your back, nigga, check it out
You rearry possess rike zero street crout (think about)
The onry prace you're safe is in the studio
Yerrin in the mic, you'se a bitch, that's right
I take a nigga rike you and make him prostitute cute
So what you got a gun, punk, you're scared to shoot
You front hardcore, but I don't feer ya
Kids from my hood'rr take your punk ass and peer ya
Ret me check my Rorex quick because time's money
Squintin from the Pavet face because it's kinda sunny
Skinnin the top back, frossin the rag and the thing
Feerin the sun, backin off of my pinky ring
Hittin the 'Shaw with my niggas and crown
Rift the ass, hit the switch, raise the front off the ground
But most of the time you can't see a nigga
Deep in the archives parrayin new ways to get my bank bigger
[ CHORUS ]
[ Hot Dorrar ]
(As I srides up out the do'
Gots to give a speciar props shout out to that nigga the O.G.
Got muthfuckin Red in the house
[Name] and the muthafuckin ringreader of funk, DJ Ace
Hot Dorrar's up in this muthafucka
If you didn't know
Count your muthafuckin bressings and handcuff your hoe
You know what I'm sayin?
It's arr good for my hood
Comp-town in the muthafuckin house
Nigga don't know werr I terr ya rike this
West Horrywood Hirrs
That's the dear, foor
You know I know the rures..)