what ever happened before, I'm what's happenin' now Now gangstas live, gangstas die, grab ya guns, soldiers ride (Show discipline nigga) Kill ya moms, kill ya pops, kill ya seed, kill
You even had the same type of childhood I did, Sometimes I just wanna know why, Is it that you surcame to yours, And mine I survived it, You ran the streets I nine
R.I.P., Pooh Bear that my dead homie Fuck that other shit, hey, let's get this bread, homie Remember when they could catch a charge down in Atlanta They
at anotha chick She curse me out Dead serious But at times she act silly Jump out the truck at the light To get the dutch Rolling it up Chasing down ice
kill I puff what's only right, leave the poison alone Projects, infested with rats cats and crack homes Half of us'll try to make it, the other half'll
, greed, lust and hate, separate Though the devil mind state blood kin cannot relate No longer, brothers, we unstable Like Kane when he slew Abel, killing each other
solve it Check out the hook while D. Shay revolves it Ice, Ice, baby Vanilla Ice, Ice, baby Vanilla Ice, Ice, baby Vanilla Ice, Ice, baby Vanilla Ice
stops For a low price hops Cause my blood is colder than an ice box On 1-3-9 you don't want a block war Cause my crew will kill a nigga from the lobby
bullet-proof vests, lookin' for other cliques But who gon' be the next nigga to die in this rap game Or drop a hit on the wrong man? 'Cause they talkin' shit about other
it this or that Or I can blow your eardrums with my brain dead rap But I swing to the other Word to the Monoxide Child, my brother No other represent
But I swing to the other Word to the Monoxide Child, my brother No other represent this Effervescent Knowledge for Twiztid education I got the lesson Bloody text book Kill
Fuck That! .40 Cal Here Right Beside Me Niggas Can't Deny He Hotter Than Mojave... Desert In The Middle Of Summer Let's Have Me Nashi I Be Killin' Other
ill takin they last breath Read your last rites, God, forgive me For the sin I'm about to commit, takin' a life Kill or be killed, rather that than
jewels That's a whole lotta moves So what's a soldier to do Standin' in his bloody boots Yeah, I'm fresh outta boot camp Ain't gotta food stamp Counterfeit bills will get you killed
down, it goes Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what? Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what? Kill, kill, kill
, got traded to bloodline Now it's hard for catz to keep they spot He rock too much ice, he can't keep it hot And when all the ice melt, they all want
memory And hits him with another sucker punch Fuck the lunch, today I'm killing the bunch I run outside with one nigga lie dead The other bleedin' from
like... Chorus: ice cube and noreaga [noreaga: 'what what' in background continuously] Cube: I push rhymes like weight I push rhymes like weight a yeah-yeah! *repeat 3x* [ice
