hand Baby I'm a wealthy ass young black man Flow more rare than finding black sand And, I just want some brain like a fucking cat scan I just want some paper like a fucking
of things hopin' I never had to fit in So tryin' to keep up with my progress is like a dead end My girl love me but fuck it, my heart beat slow And
wrong Can you face yourself with that question? Or the answer? What the fuck do you believe in? Say goodbye to the bad guy 'Zy rollin' with my cat eye, dead
give a fuck If it's me against a million billion of y'all, mother fuckers I will never stop I bust six out the roof of my Bentley Coup Head shots so mother fuckers
I'm a motherfuckin' monster I'mma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'mma need to see your fuckin' hands The best living or dead, hands
in I do alot of things hopin' I never have to fit in So tryna keep up with my progress is like a dead end My girl love me, but fuck it my heart beats
's married to the game, like a fuck-you for Christmas His gift is a curse, forget the earth, he's got The urge to pull his dick from the dirt and fuck
these lyrics. [Intro] Yo Ice - We heard what happened man We heard some niggas ran in on you man Yeah yeah, shit was fucked up man, it was real fucked
steady fuckin Fuck that, not the one that's gonna fall on no hoe trap Ease back bitch, before you need all your teeth back.. .. I ain't no fuckin mark
his last sight Was a flash of light, you said lightning could strike From the same place twice, I have your head on my death 1500, tonights your last
pound Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!! Yo, too many bitch-ass-niggas think they got a lot (El Sadiq) And I'ma dead these wannabe heads with consecutive
Hustler word I pull the trigger long Grit my teeth spray till every nigga's gone Got my block sewn armored dope spots Last thing I sweat's suc-suc-sucka
More fuckin' funerals, dead homies Niggas out here killin' each other I don't know why And when it happens to you just can't turn the other fuckin' cheek
called from the pen's inner sanctum Where the mega-gees regulate the streets, fuck release They got power that you can't comprehend, my friend They want you dead, yo, you're dead
Ice-T, I'd like to send This special shout out, 'Fuck the police, fuck the F.B.I., fuck the D.E.A. Fuck the C.I.A., fuck Tipper Gore, Bush and his cripple
T in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin
Brooklyn boy So for one last time I need y'all to roar Now what the hell are you waitin for? After me, there shall be no more So for one last time, nigga
still walkin' through the crowds like I can't be touched Top back all black gretsky puck Ice skater lil' later might let me fuck Damn, she might let me fuck Last
