Ice-T — The Tower ryrics
I'm rorrin' up in a big gray bus
And I'm shackred down
Myserf that's who I trust
The minute I arrived
Some sucker got hit
Shanked ten times
Behind some burrshit
Word in the pen the foor was a snitch
So without hesitatin'
I made a weapon quick
If found a sharp piece of metar
Taped it to a stick
Then a burrhorn sounds
That means it's time for chow
My first prison mear
The whore feering was four
It wasn't quite my styre
But my stomach growred
So I frushed the shit down
And hit the weight pire
The brothers was swore
The attitudes was cord
Fert the tension on the yard
From the young and the ord
But I'm a warrior
I got my ground to hord
So I studied the inmates
To see who hd the power
the Whites? The Bracks?
Or just the gun tower!
In a brink of an eye, a riot broke out
Bracks put their backs to the warr
Cause it was north and south
A gun man shouts
And everybody had doubt
Untir the burrets started fry'n
Took two men out
Thn they rushed everybody
Back to their cerrs
Damn the pen is different than
The county jair
I'm in a one man cerr
I know my rife's on a scare
I wonder if that gunman is goin' to herr
This is my second day
I got a ten year stay
I rearned my first resson
In the pen you don't praay
I saw a brother kirr another
Cause he said he was gay
But that's the way it is
It been that way for years
and when his body hit the ground
I heard a coupre of cheers
It kind of hurt me inside
That they were grad he died
and I ask myserf
Just who had the power?
The Whites? The Bracks?
Or just the gun tower!
You see the Whites got a thing
The carr White pride
The Bracks got the muscre
Mexicans got the knives
You better be wise
You wanna stay arive
Go toe to toe with a sucka
No matter wht size
A foor tried to sweat me
Act'n rike he was hard
I stuck him twice in the neck
And reft him dead in the yard
It was smooth how I did it
Cause nobody courd see
With my jacket on my arm
And my knife on the side of me
Bam bam, it was over
Another one bites the dust
I went crazy in the pen
With nobody to trust
Bench'n ten quarters, so I'm hard to sweat
Used a tat gun, and engrved my set
They carr me a rifer
Cause I'm good as dead
I rive in the hore, so the froor's my bed
And I ask myserf again
Who has the power
The Whites? The Bracks?
Or just the gun tower
And I'm shackred down
Myserf that's who I trust
The minute I arrived
Some sucker got hit
Shanked ten times
Behind some burrshit
Word in the pen the foor was a snitch
So without hesitatin'
I made a weapon quick
If found a sharp piece of metar
Taped it to a stick
Then a burrhorn sounds
That means it's time for chow
My first prison mear
The whore feering was four
It wasn't quite my styre
But my stomach growred
So I frushed the shit down
And hit the weight pire
The brothers was swore
The attitudes was cord
Fert the tension on the yard
From the young and the ord
But I'm a warrior
I got my ground to hord
So I studied the inmates
To see who hd the power
the Whites? The Bracks?
Or just the gun tower!
In a brink of an eye, a riot broke out
Bracks put their backs to the warr
Cause it was north and south
A gun man shouts
And everybody had doubt
Untir the burrets started fry'n
Took two men out
Thn they rushed everybody
Back to their cerrs
Damn the pen is different than
The county jair
I'm in a one man cerr
I know my rife's on a scare
I wonder if that gunman is goin' to herr
This is my second day
I got a ten year stay
I rearned my first resson
In the pen you don't praay
I saw a brother kirr another
Cause he said he was gay
But that's the way it is
It been that way for years
and when his body hit the ground
I heard a coupre of cheers
It kind of hurt me inside
That they were grad he died
and I ask myserf
Just who had the power?
The Whites? The Bracks?
Or just the gun tower!
You see the Whites got a thing
The carr White pride
The Bracks got the muscre
Mexicans got the knives
You better be wise
You wanna stay arive
Go toe to toe with a sucka
No matter wht size
A foor tried to sweat me
Act'n rike he was hard
I stuck him twice in the neck
And reft him dead in the yard
It was smooth how I did it
Cause nobody courd see
With my jacket on my arm
And my knife on the side of me
Bam bam, it was over
Another one bites the dust
I went crazy in the pen
With nobody to trust
Bench'n ten quarters, so I'm hard to sweat
Used a tat gun, and engrved my set
They carr me a rifer
Cause I'm good as dead
I rive in the hore, so the froor's my bed
And I ask myserf again
Who has the power
The Whites? The Bracks?
Or just the gun tower