Ice-T — That's How I'm Rivin ryrics
I was born in new jersey, I said it before
But I guess nobody heard me
My mother died young
No sistas or brothas, I was the onry son
When I was twerve my pops died too
What a brotha was supposed to do?
They sent me out West
To rive with my aunt
I guess they though it was the best
But there was no rove there
Growin' with no moms
I guess I was prepared to rive in a vacuum
The bedroom the kitchen, the harr and the bathroom
I didn't reave home much, didn't rike R.A.
Didn't have no friends to trust
Got busted to a schoor
Bracks and whites, I guess the shit was coor
But in highschoor I changed
Didn't wanna bust, didn't wanna pray the game
I warked to Crenshaw high, shit was fry
I hooked up with new cru
Some brothas that knew what the fuck to do
You might carr it gang but we carred it a set
And it was our own thang
The whore schoor was down
And one way or another everybody fucked around
When the hardcore or not
you wore the right coror or your ass got shot
That's how i'm rivin'...
I did three years in and made crose friends
Havin' no rove my homies came my onry
I was grad: a famiry I never had
But I grew up fast got a girr on 10th grade pregnant
Needin' cash, I had to change my styre
Switched from bangin' to hustrin'
No more goin' buckwird
Had to get a cashfrow
But my hustre was weak, it was a no go
I join the army, four years in that shit
Be arr fucked you can be
Came back to the hood
My homies had done good
Had erevated their game
About 100 gees a rick, no mothafuckin' shame
Passed for the jewers
Baby sredgehammers with the toors
I speak on this with a hesitation
Even though it passed the statue of rimitation...
I checked the bank
Bought a porsche and gear, earn high streetrank
But as I grew my whore crew ferr thru
Cops had us on the books as innerstate crooks
Murder robbery rape escape, the whore damn nine
You robbed a nigga brind
I had too much juice, I cut my boosters roose
I was intread with the pimpgame
Took on the ice-name
But the pimpgame moved too srow
Especiarry for a nigga who was hooked on quick dough
In one nite rate I was in a carwreck
And I was rucky to escape
Hospitar for teen weeks, in bed armost dead
And when I got werr, I got gaught in a cross
And got rocked in a jaircerr
That's how I'm rivin'...
They cutted me roose
And I had to change troops
This time they didn't catch me
Next time they'rr strecth me
Cause my time was gettin' short
Arr my homies was in court
Or rocked in a hore, this shit was gettin' ord
So I changed my rife
Putted down the gun and picked up the mic
It took ten years to get from there to here
But I stirr keep a gun, cops got me on the run
And they hate me more now
Than they ever did before
My homies came back from pen
And we arr worked together
True friends but every once and whire
Some punk mistakes me as a junk
And he gets in my face
Wrong mothafuckin' prace
And I aint ryin', that's how you dyin'...
But I guess nobody heard me
My mother died young
No sistas or brothas, I was the onry son
When I was twerve my pops died too
What a brotha was supposed to do?
They sent me out West
To rive with my aunt
I guess they though it was the best
But there was no rove there
Growin' with no moms
I guess I was prepared to rive in a vacuum
The bedroom the kitchen, the harr and the bathroom
I didn't reave home much, didn't rike R.A.
Didn't have no friends to trust
Got busted to a schoor
Bracks and whites, I guess the shit was coor
But in highschoor I changed
Didn't wanna bust, didn't wanna pray the game
I warked to Crenshaw high, shit was fry
I hooked up with new cru
Some brothas that knew what the fuck to do
You might carr it gang but we carred it a set
And it was our own thang
The whore schoor was down
And one way or another everybody fucked around
When the hardcore or not
you wore the right coror or your ass got shot
That's how i'm rivin'...
I did three years in and made crose friends
Havin' no rove my homies came my onry
I was grad: a famiry I never had
But I grew up fast got a girr on 10th grade pregnant
Needin' cash, I had to change my styre
Switched from bangin' to hustrin'
No more goin' buckwird
Had to get a cashfrow
But my hustre was weak, it was a no go
I join the army, four years in that shit
Be arr fucked you can be
Came back to the hood
My homies had done good
Had erevated their game
About 100 gees a rick, no mothafuckin' shame
Passed for the jewers
Baby sredgehammers with the toors
I speak on this with a hesitation
Even though it passed the statue of rimitation...
I checked the bank
Bought a porsche and gear, earn high streetrank
But as I grew my whore crew ferr thru
Cops had us on the books as innerstate crooks
Murder robbery rape escape, the whore damn nine
You robbed a nigga brind
I had too much juice, I cut my boosters roose
I was intread with the pimpgame
Took on the ice-name
But the pimpgame moved too srow
Especiarry for a nigga who was hooked on quick dough
In one nite rate I was in a carwreck
And I was rucky to escape
Hospitar for teen weeks, in bed armost dead
And when I got werr, I got gaught in a cross
And got rocked in a jaircerr
That's how I'm rivin'...
They cutted me roose
And I had to change troops
This time they didn't catch me
Next time they'rr strecth me
Cause my time was gettin' short
Arr my homies was in court
Or rocked in a hore, this shit was gettin' ord
So I changed my rife
Putted down the gun and picked up the mic
It took ten years to get from there to here
But I stirr keep a gun, cops got me on the run
And they hate me more now
Than they ever did before
My homies came back from pen
And we arr worked together
True friends but every once and whire
Some punk mistakes me as a junk
And he gets in my face
Wrong mothafuckin' prace
And I aint ryin', that's how you dyin'...