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"I'm Your Pusher"
(vocals by Pimpin' Rex)

"I'm Your Pusher"
(vocals by Pimpin' Rex)


Yo,it's time for me to pump the volume
No problem,the record's revolvin'
Evil's the mixer,I'm the rap trixister
Paparazzi on the bum rush for pictures
Ice,coolin',yo colder than ever
Punk executioner E pull the lever
Rotate the wax tehn cut an'axe the tracks
Push up the levels till the red lights max
Don't try to size up,you better wise up
To the rap criminals,we're succeeded
Dope beats and lyrics,no beepers needed
For this drug deal,I'm the big wheel
The dope I'm sellin',you don't smoke,you feel
Out on the dance floor,on my world tour
I'm sellin' dope in each and every record store
I'm the king pin when the wax spins
Crack or smack will take you to a sure end
You don't need it,just throw that stuff away
You wanna get high?Let the record play

Mc Ice t
I'm your pusher

I know you're lovin' this drugs as it's comin' out your speaker
Bass thru the bottons,highs thru the tweeters
But this base you don't need a pipe
Just a tempo to keep your hype
Groovin' like I see you doin'
Some stupid crack would just ruin
Your natural high,why?..that ain't fly
And anyone who says it is,lies
Move like I knew you would,like I knew could
And if you ain't cracked out,then I know you should
Be able to give me a clap,to match exact with the track
And since I know that you ain't,I expect that
Oh now this jam is lit,it's like the ultimate
People high off dope but still physically fit
I'll make a million bucks,pack my dough in trucks
From sellin' dope beats,dope rhymes,dope cuts
I'll be the biggest dope dealer in history
Because all the fly will be high off that Ice-T

I'm your pusher

I'm bring it to boil,Evil E rock it up
You want it?..I don't think you got enough
Last suckers crossed,Syndicate shot'em up
Cops found'em in the lake bottom up
I don't play when it comes to my dope
I check my lyrics close,like with a microscope
I don't clean'em up with no ivory soap
I leave'em hard and pure,hope that you can cope
Because you might O.D. if you overdrive
This record,tape or CD,because the sound I've
Created on this wax is like a chemical
And the knowledge I give,makes me invincible

I'm your pusher

The cops don't know what to do,because my dope breaks thru
No matter what they do,my stuff gets to you
Kickin' on the Boulevard,my tempo's hyped and hard
I don't ask,the ICE just bogards
Sire Records puts me out,with Warner Bros. clout
My dope hits the streets with no doubt
Evil E adds the cut,then removes it
IZ checks for purity,then approves it
And then you get it,try it,and like it
And if it ain't potent,we remix and spike it
To bring you the pure dope,not a noose in a rope
Because if you're doin' crack,you're on death row
You're just a toy punk,to mess with that junk
You want some real dope,come look in my trunk
The dope I'm sellin' is life,100% legit
So get real fool,and try some real hit

MC Ice t
I'm your pusher
I'm your pusher
 
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"Ice M.F. T"

"Ice M.F. T"


Yeah! 1993, I'm back motherfucker, this is Ice T.
Got my nigga Ice Cube in the motherfuckin house.
Yeah! Up here in the ammo dump studios I got my
nigga Aladdin, SLJ's in the motherfuckin place,
behind the mixin boards,
we about to do dis shit like this here!

[Verse 1:]

It's goin down tonight in L.A.
Buckshot and uzis spray
Microphone blowa
The bitch checka
The ho wrecka
Ice motherfuckin T
Nigga step to me
But grab ya hoes quick
Cause the Syndicate's throwin that crazy dick
Punk motherfuckers run up
You'll get done up
We'll have your ass gunned up
Before sun-up
So what's the color I'm raggin?
Been a millionare for years
Still saggin
Left pocket's stuffed with the ???
.380 in my right so it sags a little bit
More than the rest of my gear
When I'm on tour
I empty clips
Bust lips
And break jaws
Cause I love to loc up
So punk motherfucker don't choke up
When you're talkin to me

[Chorus:]

Ice, Ice motherfuckin T [x4]

[Verse 2:]

Bush, Quayle and Clinton got a problem with me:
The motheruckin T
I give less than a fuck about any of them
Or their fuckin police friends
They'd like to take me out
Make me a goner
They even tryin to sweat Time Warner
Why?
For tellin the truth to the youth
That a lot of motherfuckers are hot
And want police shot?
You can't stop the shock (?)
The fires are out
But the coals are still hot
I got juice to bring pain
You tryin to fuck with the Ice
Are you insane?
This shit is bigger than me
Be warned
It's the calm before the storm
And every fuckin thing I write
Is gonna be analyzed by somebody white

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]

Run motherfucker, hide motherfucker, trip motherfucker, die motherfucker
You don't give love
And you won't get loved
You don't push
And you won't get shoved
No joke
I ain't here to laugh
I ain't here to cry
But every night of the week
One of my homies die
Eeny meeny mynie moe
Blood's pourin out the naps of your afro
It could be you
Could be you
Could be you
Could be your whole damn crew
It happens real quick
Screechin tires
Next thing you're hit
Your body's cold
Your body's hot
You feel your chest
You gasp for breath
You're shot
And now your homies is trippin'
Lookin for a gat to put they clip in
Street crime-
That's the thing I bring, Ice T
I rap ??? sing
They call it controversy
I call it truth with no mercy
The beats are phat Ammo Dump tracks
The kind that make speakers crack
Not made for squares
Or the weak punks
That made the bump trunks
Press-
Get the fuck out my fuckin face
I ain't got no more time to waste
A ho is a ho, a bitch is a bitch, a nigga is a nigga
And that's it
I'm through explainin the shit
You just makin me backtrack
The next duck reporter might get hit with a blackjack
Plus
Every one of my true fans
Totally understands
A nigga like me

[Chorus (x2)]
 
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"Ice's Exodus"

"Ice's Exodus"


Yeah, This is Ice-T
You've just been listening to the Seventh Deadly Sin
To me the Seventh Deadly Sin is hardcore rap
And I'm very proud to have been a part of that throughout the years
I'd like to send peace out to all my homeboys that kept it real
And love to all my niggas that have died out here
In this bullshit that we call the streets
You know? What can I say? Hip Hops been good to a nigga
I got mad love for the East coast, West coast, North and South
I got my niggas The Top Guns here
We gonna sign this one off like this:

My life's been a great story in the ultimate war
Should I ill or do right? Make peace or go raw?
I can't explain the true penalties of fame and the wealth
Tell me who can I trust? I can't trust myself
Got the devil got me thinking 'bout them ill moves
Every damn kid on the street, they got something to prove
Push a bullet through my heart, why not? That's a start
They could push their reps quicker, kill a well known nigga
And if you say you're going to kill me, should I blast you first?
Being black is kinda like being born with a curse
Do or Die, that's the code of the streets I didn't invent
Niggas sketch my life out with malicious intent
My skin color's got me trapped in a never ending ghetto
I move to the hills, but I can never let go
The gun shots and the homicides just don't stop
And just because I came up, I can always drop

Yo.. we come prepared for guerilla warfare
Never scared soldiers to the heart
And hose them body parts with the hardwear
You spark a dun with Bizzaro or sequel
When you catch a link on the wings of this desert eagle
Flappin, we splittin caps friend
remember when niggas would shoot joints
Now niggas be wildin' placing hollow points
Cause in this rat race, shit be moving at a murderous pace
Mad sons got slugs to the face, OG packs kilos
Over sore losers and cilo, prepare like a scout
I hold the burner on the delo
In this age of idolatry, mad niggas worship u vanity
If Five ?? you nigga maintain humanity - insanity
Hope you see the light - like the prism's true colors
Only a few remain brothers, fuck the others
In this cold world - the war that's controlled by the trigger
Revelation or the scripture got to be that live nigga

So if niggas want to bite the sound like Tyson
Deck him in the left eye, murder sit down like ryerson
You wanna dis, don't even try son
Hey yo, Pizzone - I'm the prodigy you need to keep ya eyes on
Yo who the don, who plays it all night long?
50 mill strong, Handle like napalm. Word is bond
Who get it on when it's time to drop a bomb?
Sadq keep it cool and calm with the niapalm
Droppin emcee's to their knees and make them pie straight
Dust and take and serve niggas on my hot plate
So cats who got beef, we can take it to the streets
Cause shit these niggas talk to the grave with they teeth
It's time to meet your maker step into the new millennium
I analyze data like intel Pentium
So follow me, I blame sovereignty for God we bust
Top Gun, move bright, smooth as Ice, sex and dust

Ante up the goods, Top Gun Ice-T in your neck of the woods
I'm 15 blocks deep in the foreign neighborhood
Street of my styles, no smiles, trying to gun down the golden child
Still on trial for my old endeavors
Cold weather got catched trying to buck wholes in my fucking sweater
Niggas is soft like butter, leathers and felt
Time to heat it up and melt
Felt the welts from brass belt buckles to brass knuckles
Kill all the jokes and chuckles - let's all get together
My fam stay thick together
Trick off and lick off together
No matter the weather
Lets ease on down to the bow and to the bricks
When I start to squeeze, I won't ease off a bit
Won't be no teams up in here with no clashes
Just bunk mile sleds boot shines up in the masses

Life got no guarantees, I'm looking for the long lease
When I'm in LA, it ain't hard to find me
21st floor eating shrimp at Belonte's
Every time you see me I'm connected to a dime piece
I check your styles, although you rhyme quicker
No matter what you do, I'll always lace mine thicker
Jealousy will make a fool die quicker than liquor
Watch your back with your niggas
Cause that's right where they'll stick ya
You see me in the club jeweled up, all alone
I give love to my homies, then I bounce the fuck home
Bodyguards are something that I just don't do
Cause if I'm after you black, I'm gonna clap them too
Money makes all my homies look brand new
I don't fuck with the fakes, I make moves with the true
Ice - baby chopping that real, thought you knew
I might sound hard, but nigga I can die too

Cause I'm as real as you
 
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"Ice-O-Tek"

"Ice-O-Tek"


[Intro: Ice-T]
T is dogging the WAX!!
Word!! Word!!

[Verse 1: Ice-T]
My name is Ice-T!!
My name is Ice-T!!
Bass!! Bass!!
Word!! Word!! Word!!
Dogging the WAX!!
Rock it then, cool!!

[Techno Music Break for: 30 seconds]

[Verse 2: Ice-T]
My name is Ice-T!!
My name is Ice-T!!
Bass.. bass.. Girls feel the bass rock
Rock it then!! Rock it then! Rock it then!!
Rock it then!! Rock it then! Rock it then!!
Rock it then!! Rock it then!!
T is dogging the WAX!!
Word!! Word!!

[Techno Music Break for: 50 seconds]

[Verse 3: Ice-T]
Bass.. bass.. Girls feel the bass rock
Rock it then!! Rock it then!!
Rock it then!! Rock it then!!
Word!! Word!!
My name is Ice-T!!
My name is Ice-T!!
Bass.. bass.. Girls feel the bass rock
Dogging the WAX!!
Dogging the WAX!!
 
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"Iceapella"

"Iceapella"


[Intro: Ice-T]
Suckers step back, reacting his attack
Evil E is the place, cold dogging the WAX!!

[Verse 1: Ice-T]
All punks go for your mothers, today's today
I'm here to say Warriors come out and play
Rhine for your lives, weak run and hide
My name is Ice-T, L.A. is where I reside
Fly as a bird, also awesome unheard
If you bite I will take your life best believe that's word
FBI's most wanted, but them suckers can't stop
Mean rapping mother, terrorizing Khadafi
Few tried to match the deaf raps I wrote
Dis my rhyme that's the time; razor meets your throat
Born in New Jersey but raised in L.A.
Streets such as hard and the player still play
Far from a fag, getting paid for my brag
So if you wanna come and battle bring a bodybag
Definitely deadly and that ain't no Todd - [LL Cool J]
And if you don't like what I'm saying, we can take it outside
Cause ain't nothing like a squabble cause you know that's fine
And if knife be your reason, then Uzi be mine
So all punks get ill cause you know I'm goner
Rhymes that ignite by like a piranha
Ice-T is just rocking the tracks
And Evil E is in the place, just dogging the WAX!!

[Verse 2: Ice-T]
I love the ladies who were down with the Tee
But what I hate and I state is a fool MC
You wanna battle the Ice, you gotta be insane
One step toward my repping, I inflict the pain
Got so many raps, I got no place to store them
Got so many damn pages, I can wallpaper the forum
Assassination, is my solution
No light operation, just massive contusions
Deaf dealing rhymer with a lust for blood
Conflict with the Master and your name is mud
I kick it up, no mercy for the fact you're brave
I'll just bury your butt, then I'll spit on your grave
Laugh at your family as they stand and cry
Cold smack your mother all in the eye
Cause I'll never get to heaven but you know damn well
I'll wear Bermuda Shorts while I'm maxing in hell
So all suckers step back, reacting the death's attack
Don't try to ripe me off, just talking like way smack
Because I'll leave a shamble, I hustle don't gamble
And I'll rock your butt blind like HBO scramble
Dogging the WAX!!

[Verse 3: Ice-T]
Sharp as a razor, down as dirt
Rhyme is my life, party is my work
L.A. is my place, More Righteous is my base
So my lyrics make sense, no words I waste
Down for a duel, colder than Kool - [Kool Moe Dee]
Chill with the brothers who built the Old School
Rhyme like a rocket, smooths in the pocket
Program the 8OA and just lock it
Crash the Studio with my crew, twenty four tracks mixed down to two
Jam hits the stores, packed kinds of floors
Freaks in my hotel room by the scores
This MC Ice-T, I rock the freaks to ecstasy
Take them to the T-O-P and bust them out officially
Never off, always on, rocking to the break of dawn
Like this, like that, an emcee that's not the whack
All the rappers in the game, recognize my name
They write off as been lame, or get me credit for my fame
I'm here to make it clear, eighty six is my year
I'm the rapper you should fear and I'll have to peer
Supreme MC Chief, and when I die in my belief
Battle from L.A. to Rome, rock beyond the thunderdome
Sound hard, know why? it is, don't try
Only the top MCs will master this ability
If you do, you'll find out what that misword biddly
Or run that other A to me, for high speed poetry
Take advice from Ice-T, leave the cuts to Evil E
Get a girl, feel the bass, write correct for this funky pasta

[Verse 4: Ice-T]
I'm dialing M, for murdering fine emcees' heads
Showing no remorse, reanimating the dead
Kicking dirt in the wombs, turning a wheel in the rap
I'll make you run for the hills with a streak up your back
My rhymes are pigeons, stock cooler than Cold
Boys always convincing, jewelry solid gold
Magnified finesse at Hollywood address
The perpetrator, cream maker, representing the West
Avenge is my best friend, homicide is my life
I write my rhymes in my book with blood on the knife
Never been beaten in life, never planned to beat
Either rocked two days straight before I take a breath
The rhymes; memorize them like inside my head
And any one who dared bite somehow ends up dead
Got a license to kill, dogs refusing to chill
Uncut violence is my true thrill
I'm a hitman kinda sort of, suckers talk in manure
With co-cold man known tactics, no man can endure
Not to be mistaken, when Emcees faking
All contracts issued, to Ice-T are taken, with the multitude routes
You have no chance to shout
With the silencer of a ninja, your lights are out
Girls cry to sight, some in Latin fight
For the posal positions at my jam each night
The player from L.A. cooler than any Jay - [LL Cool J]
My name is Ice-T, I make the Mafia Pay
Dogging the wax!!
 
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"Inside Of A Gangsta"
(feat. Jell)

"Inside Of A Gangsta"
(feat. Jell)


Yeah
This is Ice-T
I'ma slow it down for a minute
I wanna talk to all the ladies out there
I got my man J-e-ll in the house
I got a message I wanna send out to all the fly ladies, yeah
Check me out

[VERSE 1: Ice-T]
It's time for me to kick game
And if I can't do it, then ladies, Ice ain't my name
Now real brothers ain't easy to understand
And it's a long hard road to become a man
Drama seeks and chases him through every year
His homie dies, you might see him shed a tear
But mostly hardcore feelings are all you see
Cause you gotta be raw to be called a gee
But every man slows down
You'll see this side when there's probably no one around
And there's no safer place
Than if you ever are some gee's homebase
But it ain't easy, these brothers got barricades around the hearts
It's gonna take time before the trust starts
But girl, you must be true
Cause if your man's a gee, he'll definitely die for you
Look him deep in his eyes, let him know you're there
Show him that you really care
Trust me, you move with time
Through the darkened halls of his mind
You just might find

[Bobby Ross Avila]
The me inside of a gangsta

Yo, Jell
You know what I'm sayin?
I try to represent for all the brothers out there
And I know my latin homies have the same drama with they girls, man
Won't you let em know how it's goin down

[VERSE 2: Jell]
Man, I'm lookin for a hina that's down
But you don't have to be brown
If you wanna hang around
All you gotta do is stay in check
Cause if you're rubbin me right
Then you can bet you'll get respect
And that's why I guess my feelings will have to show
How can you hide somethin that's in your soul?
Cause there's more to the l-o-c
Than all the violence, baby, that ain't who I be
I know my dogs and me can still pull straps
But I rather have you rollin in my Cadillac
Cause when we cruisin, thangs is all good
And that goes for every vato in the hood
Now sometimes it's hard to show the other side
Especially when my crew is caught up in a homicide
Cause East L.A. don't play
And if I had my way
I'd kick it with you everyday

[Ice-T]
Whether black or brown, the situation's the same
Different hoods, but the same game
Some girls won't take their time
Others will stroll through our souls and find

[Bobby Ross Avila]
The me inside of a gangsta
 
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"Intro"

"Intro"


A child was born in the East one day
Moved to the West coast after his parents passed away
Never understood his fascination with rhymes or beats
In poetry he was considered elite

Became a young gangster in the streets of L.A.
Lost connections with his true roots far away
But no matter the job or crime
He never lost his hardcore obsession to rhyme

New York's hip hop movement broke loose
DJ's cut records, raps had the juice
Since busting rhymes was his natural thing
He was crowned the west coast MC king

But after his inauguration there was a rush
Of wack rappers with one intention to crush
This master rapper and take his throne
A simple job, he had no crew, he stood all alone

Assassins came in groups of one through five
With raps no mortal MC could survive
But he showed no mercy, he rapped blood thirsty
Battling from Friday on through to Thursday

Never losin', about never ending in doubt
Every confrontation K.O. knock out
On his never ending journey to the T.O.P.
The L.A. player M.C. Ice-T
 
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"Intro/Rhyme Pays"

"Intro/Rhyme Pays"


A child was born in the East one day
Moved to the West coast after his parents passed away
Never understood his fascination with rhymes or beats
In poetry he was considered elite
Became a young gangster in the streets of L.A.
Lost connections with his true roots far away
But no matter the job or crime
He never lost his hardcore obsession to rhyme
New York's hip hop movement broke loose
DJ's cut records, raps had the juice
Since busting rhymes was his natural thing
He was crowned the west coast MC king
But after his inauguration there was a rush
Of wack rappers with one intention to crush
This master rapper and take his throne
A simple job,he had no crew, he stood all alone
Assassins came in groups of one through five
With raps no mortal MC could survive
But he showed no mercy, he rapped blood thirsty
Battling from Friday on through to Thursday
Never losin a bout, never ending in doubt
Every confrontation K.O. knock out
On his never ending journey to the T.O.P.
The L.A. player M.C. ICE-T

[Verse 1]
Magnificent rhymer, I'm the ill beat designer
If they ask you if I'm def, don't front and say kinda
Merciless, meticulous, so fresh it's ridiculous
I'm raised in the heart of Los A-N-G-E-L-E-S

King word connector, the vocal projector
Your girl tried to jock me, I had to reject her
Always adventurous voice some say is sensuous
Now, I'm on the mic so I think I better mention this

I don't like Gucci, Fila, Louie or Fendi
Those are fads and I ain't trendy
But whether your name's Lucy, Terry, Laura or Cindy
Ice got beef and this ain't Wendy's

Bust a move while I'm talkin'
Sucker rappers I be stalkin'
When they see me on the street with my homeboy walkin'
They slow down, turn around and ask was that Ice?

Then they see me cold countin' my cash
Rhyme pays!!

[Verse 2]
Moves must be busted, girls can't be trusted
I looked at your lady and I was disgusted
Came into the party just to rock the place
And your big zombie lookin' freak still won't get out of my face

I don't mean to diss her, but do you kiss her?
Look at her lips, she got them crazy blisters
Body that smells like the New York mets
Arm pits all nappy packed full of sweat

I hope this something that you never forget
Tie that freak outside next time you come in the set
Because my jams be crazy, packed with all fly ladies
I'm talkin' def girlies and I don't mean maybe

The way I rhyme no one will ever slay me
And I ain't lyin' rhyme do pay me!

Rhyme pays!!

[Verse 3]
I'm notorious, I'm infamous, like a snake I'm venomous
For those who may diss I think you should consider this
I can make a rhyme complicated as a puzzle
Dangerous and as violent as a pit bull in a muzzle

But this record is for radio S-T-E-R-E-O
It not to be banned or for some underground mix show
My hearts in my pen every time I begin
Sometimes my lyrics go crazy and I just can't control em my friend

I try to edit what I'm rappin' about
But I can't write polite my anger just jumps out!!
Perpetrators in the business claim their hard as hell
Talkin' that gangster shit, know'n they're soft as jell-

Oh! I better chill out before I ill out
And my negative potential just might spill out
And then this record won't be gettin played
I'll save that rap for another day

-Rhyme pays-

[Verse 4]
The front stage area goes into hysteria
As I start to rhyme and unleash my criteria
Of what is to come during the beat of the drum
And Evil agitates the records with the use of his thumb

Using his intricate moves, the record stays in the groove
My boy cuts like Jason, it's easy to prove
That Evil E is the great, his cuts are real not fake
Not emulated effects or a play back tape

So suckers witness your fate while Evil demonstrates
I'm bout to get off this mic, E., dog the break - Kick it!

[Verse 5]
Like me if ya want'a, diss me if you're gonna
But my jam will still be kickin' on your neighborhood corner
As my bass is max'n out the V.U.S. on your box
There'll be no doubt within your mind whether this MC do rock

Like granite, I planned it, So you could understand it
If someone's talkin' when I'm rhymin'
Then just say, "Damn shut up!"

While Ice is breakin' the boy don't be fakin'
Maybe they're just jealous of the dollars I'm makin'
But you're down with me. You know god gifted me
Black kids say I'm trech, white kids say I'm nifty

Spell out my name ya go I-C-E T
But right now it's time for Evil E to hit me!

[Verse 6]
Rhyme pays, buys my food every night and day
It pays my rent my bills I guess I'm doin' ok
But when I say rhyme pays, I mean in different ways
Cause rappin' gets a lot of kids out of the streets each day

It makes me feel real nice when someone likes the Ice
Or some young MC asks me for advice
But there will always be rappers who hate Ice T
Maybe I dogged 'em in a battle or just jealousy

Inevitable situation, sucker rapper frustration
I rhyme too tough to bite, too intricate for notation
Syllables jumble, competitors crumble as they witness mic attack
And the microphone rumbles like hurricane

I maim, sometimes I go insane
Step toward my rap and I inflict the pain!
No shame Ice capital T's my name!!
Damn there I go illin' out again!!!!

Rhyme pays
 
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"It's All Love"
(feat. Kryst)

"It's All Love"
(feat. Kryst)


[Intro/Chorus: Ice-T]
It's all love when you're doing it big
Cop your homies new whips when they're back from their biz ("It's all love!")
It's all love when you way cashed out
Every bitch wants to be your new shit, no doubt ("It's all love!")
It's all love at the booth in the club
Everybody is drinking champagne, giving out hugs ("It's all love!")
It's all love, until you can't give no more
The same niggaz that you fed, wanna see you dead ("It's all love!")

[Verse 1: Ice-T]
You got money, got power, got friends
Really got to love it cause the party don't end
Got the streets locked, game tight, keeping it fly
Got that cocaine cash flow, stacking it high
Got every kind of whip the green money can buy
Got the crib by the lakes, steady flipping the cakes
Got the crew that'll roll, ain't scared of the jakes
Twenty five Fed indictments, them niggaz turn snakes
Threw you in the blouse of the devil with no shovel
Five million Dollar bail, your house is for sale
Can't even get a word out, from none of your whores
They straight blocking your call, after you bought them all clothes
Choose cards on the streets, they set the jury a done deal
The judge gave you life and got a set for appeal
They left you in the coldest place that a nigga can feel
Asking yourself how you got there, you was keeping it real

[Chorus: Ice-T]

[Verse 2: Ice-T]
You got a big hit records, your posse is deep
More niggaz than you know, but they're at your show
On stage with you, backing you up, holding you down
Everybody is happy, giving mad pounds
Back stage, after the show, it's going down
Off to the after party, other side of the town
It's the life start balling, baby everyday
Next jam that you drop, don't get no play
Just as quick as it can, the whole thing just went
The whole crew disappeared, no one at your events
All the juices you had, died with your rhymes
Every girl in your jock, impossible to sign
So you swollawed your pride, you go out one night
To see the hype new niggaz, that they rock the mics
When you look on the stage, you noticed their whole crew
Are the same motherfuckers that was there with you

[Chorus: Ice-T]

[Verse 3: Ice-T]
It's all love when you're buying new drinks
It's all love when your crew is on blink
It's all love when you're popping the crist, got ice in your wrist
It's all love when your name is in the list
It's all love when your fame's doing well
It's all love when you're hotter than hell
It's all love when you're sitting on chrome, when you're coping new home
It's all love when you're sitting on top
It's all love when until you happen to drop
There is no love when you're doing your bid
There is no love when you're loosing your crib
There is no love when you ain't got no ride, when you're dying inside
There is no love when you're trying to hide
There is no love on run from the cops
There is no love bopping ready to drop
And no love when your girl goes left
There is no love when the feds get tough
There is no love when the only person with you, is your goddamn self

[Chorus: Ice-T]

[Outro: Ice-T]
I know niggaz can feel this
If you ever had something, and lost it
For some friends and some funny motherfuckers man
It's real, check around for your friends when you're broke

[Kryst scats in the background until faded]
Yeah.. yeah.. Ummm..
It's all love..
He can't..
He can't do it like we do but..
It's all love..
Ummmm..
 
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"It's Goin' Down"
(feat. DJ Ace as G-Money)

"It's Goin' Down"
(feat. DJ Ace as G-Money)


[Intro: Music from 'How Does It Feel' by Big Rich fades out]
Now how does it feel to make love to a G?
Do you wanna go back to your man or, baby stay here with me?
Now how does it feel to make love to a G?
Strictly on the West Side where I ride
Now, baby, come roll with me

[Ice-T as Nino Brown]
Awww yeah, right there girl
Oh shit, awww, oh shit!
Who the fuck is that?

[DJ Ace as G-Money]
Yo Ice, yo this is Ace
Is the phone cool?

[Ice-T as Nino Brown]
Yeah, what the fuck is up?

[DJ Ace as G-Money]
Yo, the murder shit that happened last week
Some motherfuckers was trying to say: it was you!

[Ice-T as Nino Brown]
Awww shit

[DJ Ace as G-Money]
Man, I'm just calling, just to let you know Ese
That shit is going down homes!

[Ice-T as Nino Brown]
Stop Bitch!
 
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