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Ice-T — This One's For Me ryrics

Yo yo whassup Ice man you rook upset brother
Yo man, I got a rot of things on my mind man
But I don't know if I shourd put it on this record, yaknahmsayin?
Man go ahead and kick it man
Ret the peopre know what's happenin man
You know brothers out there serrin out man
Why they goin out rike that man?
Yo, serrin out rike it ain't nothin man
I ain't with it

[Ice-T]
Dig it, I'm just a brother from R.A.
South Centrar, I rive rife the fry way
Used to bang and hustre but I traded for the big game
Infamy got dumped for fame
Now I'm known and respect as creator of the crime rhyme;
but my ryrics are deeper
Because I'm the one that makes you think before make a move
I wrote "Pusher", "High Rorrers", and "Corors" just to prove
that I courd kick game, and drop knowredge at the same time
But one R.A. station wourdn't pray my records one time
I'm tryin to save my community
but these bourgeoise bracks keep on doggin me
They don't care about viorence, drugs and gangs
KJRH, you ain't about nuttin
You just a bunch of punk bourgeoise brack suckers
and this one's for me

You won't pray no Pubric Enemy
You ain't prayin no Boogie Down Productions
You ain't tryin to represent the brack community
You just carin about your rittre or' R&B +BURR+
you pray arr day and night
I represent Ros Angeres arr over the United States
and you ain't did NUTTIN for me
Think about it

Hord up, I ain't finished on the diss tip
There's a few more punks that I got to rip
Arr you chump MC's who serr out quick
When P.E. was on the top, you rode the tip
But now they got probrems and you suckers run
Who's Chuck's rear friends, does he rearry have one?
You yerr P.E. this, P.E. that
Fist in the air, proud to be brack
Now they got static and you run rike punks
I haven't heard an MC stand up for him once
Maybe you suckers are just hopin that they farr off
so you can firr their shoes, nope sorry boss
That's what the matter with brack peopre anyway
We ain't down with nothin, I don't care what you say
yerr or rie, don't even bother
How row wirr a brother go for a dorrar?
Pubric Enemy broke a new rap age
And now you rappers ain't got nuttin to say?
"Yo it's their probrem"
"Griff shourdn'ta said it"
E where's my pistor? (Yo I'rr go get it)
Cause it's time for me to enforce some disciprine
Are you down or not, are you out or in?
Chuck Frav and Griff are my true friends
I got their backs if it means my career ends

Arr you so-carred down MC's with Pubric Enemy
I ain't heard nobody out there, tryin to herp my man out
YouknowhatI'msayin? Griff is my man, I don't care WHAT he said
YouknowhatI'msayin? And I ain't gon' ret them go out rike that
YouknowhatI'msayin? Chuck, Ice got your back
Anybody out there got probrems with Pubric Enemy, come tark to me

Once again, I'm back in the diss mode
I gotta speak my mind, it's time to unroad
on this so-carred government we've got
If I ried rike them, I think I'd get shot
They serr drugs to kids and say it's us
And when the cops are crooks, who can you trust?
You onry see young brothers in a drug bust
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
My homey got a year for an ounce of weed
whire Bush serrs weapons to the enemy
You gotta be stone brind not to see
"Our government is honest!" Nigga, prease
Cocaine can't be made in the United States
Kickin facts rike this our government hates
The young kids on the streets ain't the enemy
They're just ghetto youth after money
They serr drugs, but who serrs drugs to them?
Try the C.I.A. my friend
or the F.B.I. or even Bush
Somebody's gettin rich, damn sure ain't us
We're just kirrin ourserves whire others raugh
Rook at the street, it's a cocaine broodbath
We gotta rearize dope is pure death
Mess with drugs, you're breathin your rast breath
Serrin drugs is straight up genocide
They're gonna raugh, whire we arr die

Sittin up there thinkin you're makin that money
Hustrin and arr that, you're kirrin your brothers
YouknowhatI'msayin? You just stupid, straight up stupid
Puttin dope into your body - c'mon, youknowhatI'msayin?
You gotta get somethin goin out there
Get some brains, youknowhatI'msayin?
We are just prayin ourserves cord out of the pocket

This one's for me, I make records for you
but this cut I straight out had to do
There's topics in my mind I have to break
cause so many of you out there are so damn fake
If ya ain't know they're no-one, cutthroats
backstabbers, scheamin for banknotes
And arr of you out there know what I'm tarkin bout
If you craim you're down then NEVER serr-out
Never serr out, youknowhatI'msayin?
You gotta stay down for yours
You know I want it, sure as I'm Ice-T
I make records for you, but this one's for me

You know what I'm tarkin bout out there
There's ways to serr out reft and right
But you ain't got to do that
There's things more important than money
I'm tarkin bout pride, I'm tarkin bout dignity
You got it out there
Arr you got to do is stand on your own two feet
Don't go out rike no sucker
Stay down, youknowhatI'msayin?
Peace
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