when they're good and drunk. you stand around, you've got nothing to do, you're a fucking waste and i hate you. all dressed up for a friday night,
shit hardcore (Radzay, South Central L.A. nigga) I only like my shit hardcore I only like my shit hardcore I only like my shit hardcore Prepare for the night
talk shit, your crews' catch a casualty, uh! (Chorus) I only like my shit hardcore (Ice-T nigga, what?) I only like my shit hardcore I only like my shit
ghetto streets Grab your guns, buck 'em off, when ya hit your leak Tell me what would you do if they killed your best friend? Could you keep your cool
-a-a-a-a-a-a-ah Life life Im living my life life Got a bitch wit an ass so nice Night time talking off your tight Have have a ''G'' night night
come, I seen 'em go, still I remain sweety, you going on your 14th minute of fame I'm over 10 years strong still running the game cut the comparisons,
you slam that do' DUST YOUR SHOES OFF - befo' you touch that flo' Cause you wanna put your feet on my rug, don'tcha? You really wanna put your feet on
cassette? Rapid-fire like I'm blastin' a Tec, never jam though Never get high, never run out of ammo Niggaz hatin' an' shit 'cause I slayed your bitch You know your
mean? Your boyfriend is a dope fiend And he smoked up all my ice cream Oops, upside yo' head fo' gettin' licked like a lollipop Let yo? nigga cut, where's my shit
puts the lotion in the bucket It puts the lotion on the skin Or else it gets the hose again I cut and I slash slice and gash Last night was a blast
there doin', man? The fuckin' board's smokin'there's all this type of fire and shit, man I know your budget's not gonna cover this shit, man This session
the meek shit i'm trying to get this cheese like a pizza that's deep dish the sensitive shit you can keep it.. what i feel all through the night and
a rope Got me ten feet off the ground And I'm hearin' what your sayin' But I just can't make a sound You tell me that you need me Then you go and cut
this is your time this is your time this is your brain (never known such intensity) Fine this is your line this is your mind this is your brain (now
tape is up ha, that record dead memory of spitting that crack this really is drugs theres hate in the air I ain't feeling the love you like an irritating fly I'm killing your
door (oh we can't have that) Cut along the hair line (bowl cut) Hold the pumpkin between your legs and lift up Boing brains snippity snip all the veins Snip, cut
governments children And the streets smell of death maybe then we will see our situation in a new light And put an end the the chaos in the ghetto and an end
governments' children And the streets smell of death Maybe then we will see our situation in a new light And put an end the the chaos in the ghetto and an end
