Why must you record my phone calls Are you planning a bootleg LP Said you've been threatened by gangsters Now it's you that's threatening me Can't fight
[50 Cent - Talking] Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood, you know what I mean? Fucking head blown
I once knew this brother Who I thought was cool with me Chilled out together Even went to school with me Fly nigga, my ace boon coon We used to low ride
if they catch us out there They'll bleed us Shoot us, kill us Dump us in a dark ditch Clean it up, call it a gang hit I gotta make my move 'Cause I'm
Let me tell ya a little story 'bout my homeboy Ed Use to drink every day, straight 40's to the head You try to snap on him, he'd ask what you said You
and struggle But to make things more plain and simple to the laymen I find Ice-T to be the dopest, flyist, O.G. pimp hustler, gangster player Hardcore
Everybody step back from the mic As I set it off All playin' the wall It's time to sweat it off Anybody with staatic oh please try I'll do ya like Godfather
Yo nigga your moma got two feet growin' out of titties Bitch fell down and kept runnin' Off to the studio late night It's time to cut another track It
{Yo yo Ice whats poppin' G I'm just coolin' out Shinning Mac, I was listening to your demo tapes Yo man you sound kinda hyped man, yo' gonna blow up this
red's all they know But not our luck, tonight we was real fucked Broke down an alley and we instantly had to duck Fuckin' police on a gang sweep No time
It's been a long time since I hit you with freestyle High tech selections from the vaults of the ice files Kick back relax and watch as I melt wax Don
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I'm a rip shop, tell that ass drop Five O ice, yo fuck a damn cop 'Cause I move hard and cold with a gangster stroll Five thousand dollar suits and fly
your flesh Makin' you twist and turn, scorch and burn When will you learn? The ninties are my turn To pitch a vocal fit like the ultimate Gangster rhyme
Watch me flip and rip on the freedom tip Open your mind, see the point of the ice pick I stand tall, while my brothers still choose to crawl Black power
Yo check this out a lot of people be gettin' mad 'Cause I use the word 'nigga' you know what I'm sayin'? They don't like the fact that I use the word '
Yo man! I don't like how this is goin' down Shit's real fucked up You know the house down the street Where the kids are And every day They seem to have
the place to be The I, the C, the E, the T I'll never get a Grammy, so fuck the G All I need is crowd, and my M I C Got a gangster ass D.J. named Evil