Ice-T

"Mixed Up"
(feat. SLJ)

"Mixed Up"
(feat. SLJ)


[Intro: Ice-T Talking]
Oh! Yeah, nineteen ninety three
Ice motherfucking T in the place, you know what I'm saying?
Cold lounging with my nigga SLJ from Wrecked Dialect
You know what I mean? (YEAH!!) melt microphone screams
Have to turn this motherfucker out, you know what I'm saying?

[SLJ] Yep, digging a profile
[Ice] Yeah, check the technique whore, ha ha, I'ma do this
[SLJ] Brave Guts!!

[Verse 1: Ice-T]
One, two, three, it's time to flip with the O.G. gangster
Banger, underground slanger of the murderous rhymes your moms hates
HUH! mother fuck the K.K.K. and Darrel Gates
Give me the microphone now, goddamn it, so I can blow it
Throw it, rip it, wreck it, pimp it, whore it (YEAH!!)
I'm about to take the fuck up, with this bullshit
Full clips spray from the hands of this convict
I'm not no nice nigga, I'm known not to smile at no bitch
How to think; whores be thinking about getting rich!
I love these whores like money
Back on the streets, on a track the Iceberg Cheque plenty (WORD!!)
I got a bullet with your name on it, you want it?
Knock your grill, I'll fill it with golden ponant
Oh! my God, these niggaz hard, call the Bomb Squad
Too late, I detonate, I beliderate three states, GONE!! (BOOM!!)
I play Russian Roulette all alone
You got me mixed up with a nigga that gives a fuck!
You got me mixed up with a nigga that gives a FUCK!!

[Verse 2: SLJ]
How many emcees do I have to rot? (ROT!!)
How many suckers do I have to drop? (DROP!!)
How many tampers do I have to plot? (PLOT!!)
Count them, how many rounds are in the glock? (GLOCK!!)
Niggaz wanna test me, stress me
Well, they can't handle this shit that kick, and that's it
Cause they can't catch the feat, that comes with the cleat
Or an A.K. that I shot last week
Cause niggaz on the Ave, don't really know the half
of my shit, so watch if, you might get stabbed
By the Rap plaque, who was trying to get paid
In this tray, and any nigga stepped gets sprayed
UHH!! by the verbal-lyrical, mystical, spirit-ual
Sucker play me wrong, now watch me get physical
I can't give a fuck about the punk ass cops
I got a glock with the infrared dot on it's knot (POP!!)

[Chorus:]
[SLJ] Don't get me mixed up with a nigga that gives a fuck!
[Ice] Don't get him mixed up with a nigga that gives a fuck!!
[Ice] Don't get me mixed up with a nigga that gives a fuck!!!
[SLJ] Ice, get on the mic and buck buck!

[Verse 3: Ice-T]
I fall in hate the way motherfuckers fall in love
I blew it in the sky as up above
But I'm in the gang no more, slang 'kane no more
Step to me wrong and your jaw meets a cobra (HUH!!)
I don't give a fuck about nobody
Listen, if you like me, I love you, you hate me
I'm dissing them; suckers, bitches, busters, whores
Can catch a bozack chased by a head crack
I love the duckings throughout these ghetto alleys by myself
Dressed in black so I'm stealth
Keep by glock beside me, Ski-Mask to hide me
And if I'm out to kill then now the assaults get by me (YEAH!!)
Niggaz wanna flip but I'm the wrong male
With the wrong hands, I thought you're in fact, the young shorts foreman
Let's go back to the old shit, old style
Ice motherfucking T on the mic buckwild (YEAH!!)

[Chorus:]
[SLJ] Don't get me mixed up with a nigga that gives a fuck!
[Ice] You got me mixed up with a nigga that gives a fuck!!
[Ice] You got me mixed up with a nigga that gives a fuck!!
[SLJ] SLJ, get on the mic and destruct!! (YEAH!!)

[Verse 4: SLJ]
Now watch me, grip up, zip up, split off suckers' heads
Who thought that I was soft (HUH!!) cause it's ninety three
It's time for me, to get a fat Cheque, ain't that right boss? (YEP!!)
Cause this game is strange, it's just may change back to chains
Caressing ankles back to brains
Cause it's backdoor, once again to the end
At this time, you might know whose your friends
So watch your back, and the sounds of the clack
Like other fool just succumbs to, who carries a gat (PING!!)
Who's scheming, fiending, remember he's a demon
Looking for the brothers who be straight disagreeing
Cause if he haven't heard, who tried to dis the Iceberg
Last year, this year, we still no fear
Because we drop Ammo, that niggaz couldn't handle
And after this blunt we still beget another scandal (YEAH!!)

[Verse 5: Ice-T]
Check the hood, check the hood for some real Gs
So many suckers, I need some niggaz to roll with me
To kick up some dust, drive-by and bust
I love God but it's in GLOCK! I fucking trust
I got a fucking Souleaf in my damn brain
And the shit is dripping out, I'm damn near insane
I don't wanted to, but I gotta, and I shot her, then I chopped her
Then I packed her, then I stuffed her, then I rocked her (YEAH!!)
The bitch is so fucking good anyway
Snitched on my boys to the motherfucking D-E-A
What's up? - You wanna try to focus your sights on the Mic
This nigga can flip scripts all night
Yeah, I wreck shit nice, the microphone smokes like Tri-ice
Bang nigga, bang nigga, I'm a known gang figure
Killed so many bodies, need to make my trunk bigger (HUH!)
Dig a shallow grave on the side of the freeway
Yo, I don't play and I'm ready to die today

[Outro: Ice-T]
Don't get me mixed up with a nigga that gives a fuck!
Don't get us mixed up with the niggaz that give a fuck!
Don't get us mixed up with some niggaz that give a fuck!
Don't get us mixed up with some niggaz that give a fuck!
YEAAAAAHHHH!! - Motherfucker!!
The Syndicate's in the motherfucking house!
Word them up!

"My Baby"

"My Baby"


[Intro: Ice-T]
Iceberg, Gangsta Rap album, 2006, bitch!!
SMG in full effect, keeping it real gutter for you niggaz
But all the gangsters out there ain't got a girl
This really especial to them, that's right!
I think it's to keep it real
And sing something to the ladies, sing something to my girl

[Verse 1: Ice-T]
I love the way you move your tongue
Your sexy moves got me sprung
The way you lay me back in the bed
She loves it when she is giving me head
You make my body hot and cold
Your fat ass corrupts my soul
You get my dick hard as a rock
She gets on top and just don't stop
Five stilettos on your feet
Your pussy lips taste so sweet
So sexy walking down the street
Ain't got no problem carry a heat
You're just so goddamn fly
You're so bad that niggaz don't try
I love the way you moan and cry
She is down with me, ride or die

[Chorus: Ice-T X2]
If you got a bad bitch and you know it
Keep it real my niggaz, anytime the week ends to show it
Throw your hands up, if you feel the girl that you with
Fuck your homies, she is the one sucking your dick

[Verse 2: Ice-T]
I Love the way you lick your lips
The sexy way you move your hips
The vision of your big round tits
She scents the average nigga in fist
You make me want it all night long
You make me wanna sing this song
You make feel so hard and strong
She loves it when I rip her pro-tong
I love the way you stroke my dick
I love it when you start to lick
Your booty is so round and thick
She makes cum so damn quick
How she getting into those Jeans
That finest shape I have ever seen
I'm starring at you like a fiend
She makes me wanna yell and scream

[Chorus: Ice-T X2]

[Verse 3: Ice-T]
You're skin is so soft and smooth
I love it when you fill in your groove
They sexy way your body moves
She ain't got nothing to prove
You know how to bring the heat
No other chick can compete
A brother don't need to cheat
She sicks me dry and leaves me weak

[Chorus: Ice-T X4]

"My Word Is Bond"

"My Word Is Bond"


Let me tell you what happened to me

The other day I spent a million on a def gold chain
It weighted thirty nine pounds, my name plate the same
I put it on, it was too heavy
So I hired me this brother to wear for me
One night, we was out chillin, he and I minus crew
I was held at gun point by a thug's .22
But when I told him that I was the L.A. player Ice-T
The brother robbed somebody else and brought the money to me
You might think I'm lyin' but man, you're wrong
As I told you before, my word is bond

You're the master of lying, man

I played ball back in [name] Park
The [name] on the board, hit three pointers in the dark
I got a scholarship but said: "Yo, forget it"
Goin' straight to the Pro rank, coach, so don't sweat it
The Lakers wanted to pick me, but I said: "Step"
Cause takin' Magic's spot, could be bad for my rep "what"
So he sent me to Chicago, to play in front of... you know
But then I said: "Either he go or I go"
I gave Jordan a break, then came back to the city
You know, cause everybody missed me "right, right, right"
You think I'm lyin?, but brother, you're wrong
As I told you before, my word is bond

Lies man, man you're crazy
Look at Donald D comin' through the door late
We're makin' a record, brother
What you're doin' so late, man
What's up, man? "Stop lying"

My girl was pissed, so she tried to diss
The D, until I showed her my fist
I argued with her in the pouring rain
After the fightin' with her, I missed the train
It was delayed for an hour, so I fell asleep
When I woke up, I was on 14th. Street
By the time I got there, it was way too late
Came back uptown and decided to wait
Ran into her cous', and hung with him
Met Billy, Joe, Bob, Frank, Chuck and Slim
Went back to the crib to watch a VCR
And then I had to pick up my father's car
Looked around for my brother, to see where he went
And then I had to pay my mother's rent
I know y'all think I'm lyin', but listen, you're wrong
Like I told you before, my word is bond

Lies man, you be late to the show
How you gon' make some money, man?

I got so much money that the bank couldn't hold it
Car so dope that I didn't wanna roll it
So many houses, sometimes I forget
I brought a yacht and a brand new lear jet
I flew to Paris just for good meal
Then to Rome, to sign a record deal
Off to London, to kick with the Queen "what Queen?"
Back to LA, I bought a football teem
I just can't stop spendin' that green
My girl loves the water so I brought baby a submarine
But see, I left my house without my credit Cards
I think I left my wallet in my other car
If you could loan me ten, I'd pay you back
Yo man, you're lookin' at me crazy, what's up with that?
You think I'm lyin' but man, you're wrong
As I told you before, my word is bond

Yo man, I'll pay you back
Yo, you be talking about them girls you got, man
You ain't got no women, man

Monday morning, walkin' down the block
Saw this girl in a Jag, y'all, and she stopped "aww man"
She said her father casted for the Cosby Show
And she said: "Bob, would you like to go?"
You know, so I went with her, and we chilled
Got her drunk off the Eight Ball, and we illed
She was stupid rich, so I bought myself an island
Charged it to her Master charge, I be wildin'
So, after that I stepped and she was cryin'
She gave me mansion, yo, why should I be lyin'?
You got me frontin'?, well homeboys, you're wrong
As I told you before, my word is bond

Yo Ice, I did a concert in the White House
And after that me and Donald Trump hung out
And then I knocked Vanity boots in a limo'
I rejected Michael Jackson's demo
Smacked Freddy Krueger and he didn't reply
Hit Mike Tyson in his eye
Sharks around me and didn't die
Drank a case of Cisco and I didn't get high
You might think I'm lyin, but listen, you're wrong
Like I told you before, my word is bond

You think I'm lyin' but I'm tellin' the stone truth
I have been player ever since my youth
In 1st grade I was knockin' kids out cold
In 2nd grade I was truckin' the large gold
In 3rd grade I was checkin' the youth bank
4th grade puttin' Gas in Benz my tank
By the 12th I was gamblin' outrageous
I drove through Desert and broke Los Vagus
You probably think I'm lyin' but brothers, you're wrong
As I told you before, my word is bond

What you talking about, man?
You and that basketball stuff you talkin' about
Donald talkin' 'bout Donald Trump, ' man, y'all is crazy
Shawnie Mac, what are they talkin' about, man?
My Word is Bond, home boy

"New Jack Hustler"

"New Jack Hustler"


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 a sucka punk cop.
Move like a king when I roll, hops,
You try to flex, bang, another nigga drops.
You gotta deal with this cause there's no way out,
Why? Cash money ain't never gonna play out.
I got nothin to lose, much to gain,
In my brain, I got a capitalist migraine.
I gotta get paid tonight, you muthafuckin right.
[something] my grip, check my bitch, keep my game tight.
So many hos on my jock, think I'm a movie star.
Nineteen, I got a fifty thousand dollar car.
Go to school, I ain't goin for it,
Kiss my ass, bust the cap on the Moet.
Cause I don't wanna hear that crap,
Why? I'd rather be a New Jack-----Hustler

[chorus]
Hustler
Hustler
Hustler
H-U-S-T-L-E-R hustler

(kid drop in)
Yo man you know what I'm sayin?
You got it goin on my man, I like how it's goin down.
You got the fly cars, the girls, the jewels.
Look at that ring right there,
I know it's real, it's gotta be real.
Man, you the flyest nigga I seen in my life!
Yo man, I just wanna roll with you man,
How can I be down?

What's up? You say you wanna be down?
Ease back, or muthafucka get beat down.
Out my face, fool I'm the illest,
Bulletproof, I die harder than Bruce Willis.
Got my crew in effect, I bought em new Jags,
So much cash, gotta keep it in Hefty bags.
All I think about is keys and Gs
Imagine that, me workin at Mickey D's (ha ha ha ha).
That's a joke cause I'm never gonna be broke,
When I die there'll be bullets and gunsmoke.
Ya don't like my lifestyle? Fuck you!
I'm rollin with the New Jack crew.
And I'm a hustler.

H-U-S-T-L-E-R hustler
New Jack, New Jack..........

Here I come, so you better break North,
As I stride, my gold chains glide back and forth.
I care nothing bout you, and that's evident.
All I love's my dope and dead presidents.
Sound crazy? Well it isn't.
The ends justifies the means, that's the system.
I learned that in school then I dropped out,
Hit the streets, checked a grip, and now I got clout.
I had nothing, and I wanted it.
You had everything, and you flaunted it.
Turned the needy into the greedy,
With cocaine, my success came speedy.
Got me twisted, jammed into a paradox.
Every dollar I get, another brother drops.
Maybe that's the plan, and I don't understand,
God damn----you got me sinkin in quicksand.
But since I don't know, and I ain't never learned,
I gotta get paid, I got money to earn.
With my posse, out on the ave,
Bump my sounds, crack a forty and laugh.
Cool out and watch my new Benz gleam,
Is this a nightmare? Or the American dream?
So think twice if you're coming down my block,
You wanna journey through hell? Well shit gets hot.
Pregnant teens, children's screams,
Life is weighed on the scales of a triple beam.
You don't come here much, and ya better not.
Wrong move (bang), ambulance cot.
I gotta get more money than you got,
So what, if some muthafucka gets shot?
That's how the game is played,
Another brother slayed, the wound is deep
BUT they're givin us a Band Aid.
My education's low but I got long dough,
Raised like a pit bull, my heart pumps nitro.
Sleep on silk, lie like a politician,
My Uzi's my best friend, cold as a mortician.
Lock me up, it's genocidal catastrophe,
There'll be another one after me!
A hustler.
Hustler.
H-U-S-T-L-E-R hustler.

New Jack, New Jack......

"New Life"
(feat. Kryst (DV Alias Khryst))

"New Life"
(feat. Kryst (DV Alias Khryst))


[Intro: Ice-T talking]
Yeah, Iceberg, 2006
Been out the game for a minute
You know, just checking it out
To tell you the truth; most of you niggaz sound real soft, real happy
Everyday niggaz ask me for that gangster shit

[Kryst]
It's a new life for real

[Ice-T]
Confessions of the ghetto nigga, cursed at birth
I brought the guns to the Rap game, bitches and work
Hit your body with the pump shotie, watch you jerk
L.A. Westside, nigga, now in New York
The berg; nothing gave out the words I say
I'm a grown man, ain't got no fucking time to play
Step on the game once, I recruite and parlay
Slide out it for a minute, step right back in it
Why not?.. y'all niggaz don't rap that good
The truth is.. y'all niggaz ain't all that hood
You act like gangsters but ain't got the heart to be one
I act so I know the fucking actor when I see one
Too much security, too much crew
Too much hype, nigga, not enough you
Me!, they call me double O.G.

[Chorus: Kryst]
It's a new life for real
Birds flying high, you know how I feel?
Sun in the sky, you know how I feel?
Reeds drifting on by, you know how I feel?
It's a new dawn, it's a new day
It's a new life for real

[Ice-T]
See me in the streets or bowling up in the club
Me and Lil' Ice roll like lawn wolf and cub
Don't worry about the clips, nigga, watch my fist
Watch my bitch, watch my new compact disc
Your album is carbage; filled with love songs for pussies and whores
I keep it gully, nigga, every one knows
It's all the game, til you see the flame filled the pound and
Security is on their toes every club that I'm in
Cause they know I don't give a Goddamn
Never bust techs cause them fucking shits jam
Respect! but I don't respect that much
I like Mobb Deep and Nore' - some mothers like Shyne
Game from the Westcoast, them niggaz can rhyme
Keep it hardcore, keep the shit gully in the street
And don't let soft R&B niggaz make your beats

[Chorus: Kryst]

[Ice-T]
Who's the fucking greatest MC and who cares?
Who can fucking shit on my name and who dares?
I straight reinvented this whole fucking game of rapping
I'm may not be a General, I'm damn sure a Captain
Pull your pants up, nigga, lean back
You're strapped, but ain't got the heart to squeeze that
That rap game is in the E, all laying on its fucking back

[Chorus: Kryst X2]

[Ice-T]
Confessions of the ghetto nigga, cursed at birth
I brought the guns to the Rap game, bitches and work
Hit your body with the pump shotie, watch you jerk
L.A. Westside, nigga, now in New York
The berg; nothing gave out the words I say
I'm a grown man, ain't got no fucking time to play
Step on the game once, I recruit and parley
Slide out it for a minute, step right back in it

"NY, NY"

"NY, NY"


The seventh baby...

[Chorus:]
I represent from LA
All the way to (NY NY)
And when I get down
I get down here in LA
All the way to (NY NY)
And when I parley
I parley here in LA
All the way to (NY NY)

Touched the Iceberg baby
I'll send you under like the Titanic
Gun fight romantic
Gigantic on the pages
Of the hustler trade
World reknown for my realness
Only the real will feel this
Stainless steel is
The straps that I'm copulating
Touch'em a lady (?)
Blow your hand off
African stand-off
The general
Ice the hardest mineral
Feel me, a gem correct
One thing that I got you'll never get's respect
I stick the pits on ya
I represent California
Home of the shooters
The looters
The drug movers
Girl barracuda
Set you up for the kill
Where you're really not ballin unless you got 10 mill
I shine so bright I blind ya
Cross my crew, we'll find ya
It's a motherfuckin shame
My dominance to this game
I live for gun smoke aroma
Mack yo' bitch into a coma
Two hoes like Noah of every type
Bitches I kick to curbs, you would make your wife
Twice hit by the gun spit, kid still breathing
While half you busters in this damn game are still teething
Believe it if you say it enough that you'll be it
You never lived none of your raps, or even seen it
I mean it, every word a brother say
Everyday a brother play, kid
I politic and parley
The fact is I practice
Camoflauge to this
R & B androgynous
Get the most play
So I get fly
Do a movie - quadruple my cash
You just went double platinum
Let's see if you last
Every word that I say is documented and repeated
The truth is, I dropped the raw game, boy believe it
I've succeeded, in turning dirty dough legal
Bounced to the Bentley from the prime-it-up Regal
Like Biggie says, It's unbelieveable
My street pull
You even play like step in my way
You'll meet my people

[Chorus]

I've been round the world ballin, did it all, what's next?
While most of y'all busters on your first rolex
Been deep in the life kid, since 76
Touched the water, the crack game, the jewelry licks
Fix yourself if you're broke fool, that ain't my fault
The game must be taught and comprehended, then implemented
Moves done illegally, carried out strategically
Or else incarceration is felt, the hand is dealt
You lose it's frightening
Hit with 10 indictments
Kiss your baby and your wife
You're riding kites for life
Alot of y'all won't feel me, but some of y'all do
I'll move at least a half a mill of this before I'm through
That ain't the most, but I've done this longer than you
Plus it ain't my only gig, I'm still connected
With the boys that can flip a thou to a ticket
Wicked
My stature when you're in my rapture
Meet me on the street? I'm the nicest brother you meet
Confusing sometimes, the way I bust a rough rhyme
You might think I'm lying, cool I like that
I smile in your face, squeeze off the case, rock the glock back
In your stomach, then I'll smile again
Don't want to be your enemy, I'd rather be your friend
Only the real win in the game, but what's the prize?
Every man goes through mad drama, and every man dies
Look in my eyes, touch my soul, I ain't like you
The evil I've done, I've got lots of retribution to do
That's an impossible task, 'cause every night the gats blast
So I look to the sky and ask
I've been blessed by God to rock this mic hard, so I do it
You got a problem, work through it
I love New York night, bright lights and action
I love bailin with my Bronx niggas, party crashin
I love switch hittin with my niggas on the shaw
You might see me in New Orleans at Mardi Gras
Or Miami at the Lex, in the Oaktown live
Or in Chi-town at the Players Ball, true P.I.
Pimp or Die, Ice baby, it's a well known fact
That true players play the whole map.

And we play all the way to (NY NY)

[Chorus]

"O.G. Original Gangster"

"O.G. Original Gangster"


Ten years ago
I used to listen to rappers flow
Talkin' bout the way
They rocked the mic at the disco
I liked how that shit was goin' down
With my own sound
So I tried to write rhymes
Somethin' like them, my boys said,
"That ain't you Ice,

That shit sounds like them."
So I sat back, thought up a new track
Didn'T fantasize, kicked the pure
Facts. Motherfuckers got scared
Cause they weas unprepaired
who would tell it how it relly was?
Who dared?
A motherfucker from the West Coast
L.A. South Central fool
Where the Crips and the Bloods play
When I wrote about parties
It didn't fit
Six in the Mornin'
That was the real shit

[CHORUS]
O.G. Original Gangster

When I wrote about parties
Someone always died
When I tried to write happy
Yo I knew I lied, I lived a life of crime
Why play ya blind?
A simple look
and anyone with two cents
would know I'm
A hardcore player fromhe streets
Rappin' bout hardcore topics
Over hardcore drum beats
a little different
Than the average though
Jet you thru the fast lane
Drop ya on death row
Cause anybody who's been there
Knows that life ain't sho lovely
On the blood-soaked fast track
That invincible shit don't work
Throw ya in a joint
You'll be comin' out feet first
So I blst the mic with my style
Sometimes I'm ill
The other times buck wild
But the science is always there
I'd be a true sucker
If I acted like I didn'T care
I rap for brothers just like myself
Dazed by the game
In a quest for extreme wealth
But I kick it to you hard and real
One wrong move, and you caps peeled
I ain't no super hero
I ain't no Marvel Comic
But when it comes to game I'm atomic
At droppin' it straight
Point blank and untwisted
No imagination needed, cause I lived it
This ain't no fuckin' joke
This shit is real to me
I'm Ice-T

O.G.

Two weeks ago I was out at the disco
Two brothers stepped up to me
And said
"Hey yo, Ice
We don't think you're down
What set ya claimin'?"
E drew the Glock, yo my set's aimin'!
Dumb motherfucker
Try to roll on me, please!
I'm protected by a thousand emcees
and hoodlums and hustlers
And bangers with Jeri curls
we won't even count the girls
Cause they got my back
And I got theirs too
Fight for the streets
When I'm on Oprah or Donahue
They try to sweat a nigga
But they just didn'T figure
What my wit's as quick as a hair trigger
"He's not your everyday-type
Prankster."

I'm Ice-T, the original gangster

So step to me
If you think that you're ready to
Got on your bullet proof?
Well mine's goin' right thru
This ain't no game to me
It's hollow fame to me
Without respect frome streets
So I don't claim be
The hardest motherfucker on earth
Catch me slippin, I can even get worked
But I don'T slip that often
there's a coffin
Waitin' for the brother
Who comes off soft when
The real fuckin' shit goes down
Take a look around
all them pussies can be found
they talk a mean fight
But fight like hoes
I'm from South Central, fool
Where everything goes
Snatch you out your car so fast
You'll get whiplash
Numbers on your roof top
For when the copters pass
Gang bangers
Don't carry no switch blades
Every kid's got a Tec 9 or a
Hand grenade
Thirty-seven killed
Last week in a crack war

Hostges tied up
And shot in a liquor store
Nobody gives a fuck
"The children have to go to school."
Well, moms, good luck
Cause the shit's fucked up bad
I use my pad and pen
And my lyrics break out mad
I try to write about fun
andthe goodtimes
But the pen yanks away and explodes
And destroys the rhyme
Maybe it's just cause of where I'm from
L.A. that was a shot gun!

[CHORUS]

"Our Most Requested Record"
(feat. DJ Evil E the Great)

"Our Most Requested Record"
(feat. DJ Evil E the Great)


[Opening Skit: Evil E as Mickael]
[Phone beeped]
Come On!! pick up the phone, it's getting out my bubble
I got to hear this new song.. he he he!!

[Phone beeped]

[Ice-T as a Radio Request Line employee]
Yo, what's up? Request Line

[Evil E as Mickael]
Yes, this is Mickael, I'd like to hear that new song about.. AWWHHH.. Ice-T
I don't know the name of it but AWWHHH.. it's bad!

[Ice-T as a Radio Request Line employee]
Don't worry about that homeboy, we're about to rock it
That's our most requested record

[Song's Intro]
[Ice-T] Yo E, what's up man? they got our record on the radio boyyyy!!
[Evil:] Yo man, they're rocking our stuff, Ice man
[Ice-T] I'm telling you man, this is the Most Requested Record, everybody wants to hear this record
[Evil:] It's for everybody, you gotta throw this stuff by respect.. what you think?
[Ice-T] I know, you know what time it is, it's flying high
[Evil:] Let me do..
[Ice-T] I'ma tell them what's up!
[Evil:] Yo Ice man, tell them boys what time it is ~

[Ice-T]
Yo, one two, my name is Ice-T, I'm hear to let you know Rhyme Syndicate is in effect
And where ever we go, me and my posse gets stupid respect (YEAH!!)
But good jerking this on juice, YEAHH!! just because where we're staying
But I'm here to let you know L.A. don't take no mess, understand what I'm saying?
Yo, this is the Most Requested Record, New York loves to hear this record boyy!!

[Evil:] Yo man, Chicago loves this jamie, man
[Ice-T] Detroit can't live without this record, man
[Evil:] Yo, Memphis likes this jamie man
[Ice-T] Miami wants to hear this record, and how they gonna say we ain't got beats?
We got Afrika Islam man, kick the swings up the hits
[Evil:] Kick it A!!
[Ice-T] There it go boy, you know that swing is so fly!
[Evil:] Awww Yeah, you know the flavor my man
[Ice-T] And I wanna let you know the publicity charm
Well, this is coming from Los Angles, you know what I'm saying?
[Evil:] Yeah, L.A.'s in effect, you know what I'm saying?
[Ice-T] L.A. got it going on, but what does it matter where it's from?
You just listened to the beat of the drum, you know, and we're swinging out here in California, Yeah!!
[Evil:] Awww YEAH!!!
[Ice-T] But they say that STILL ain't fly enough E
[Evil:] Yo, what's up with them chumps Ice man, they don't understand the beats man
[Ice-T] I think they wanna hear some 8OA, some boom boom!!
[Evil:] Boom boom!! Aww man, let's hit them the boom boom man?
[Ice-T] Low temple, you know...
[Evil:] Old 8OA man, they don't know about that man
[Ice-T] Temps and flavor
[Evil:] Yo, let's give it some flavor, we're gonna take the bass, man
[Ice-T] I don't know man, I hope they're ready, let's change the temple!!

[BOTH:] AAAWWWW!! YEAHH BOYY!! it's a big world
[Evil:] Awww! what you know about that?
[Ice-T] We did it fly now!!
Run the Power Moves on them -> [Bushwick Bill]
[Ice-T] Awww Yeah, Evil-E and Ice-T in here
trying to do one tip for all the ladies out there, what we're trying to do, E?
Run the Power Moves on them -> [Bushwick Bill]
[Ice-T] Yeah, you're knowing, all the posse deafly loves it, right?
[Evil:] Yo, yo, yo, yo.. yeah!!
Run the Power Moves on them -> [Bushwick Bill]
[Ice-T] L.A. loves it, you know, we're kicking it man
[Evil:] We're chilling, cold stupid in the place boyyy!!
[Ice-T] Yeah, what?.. what?..

[L.A.P.D]
Attention the inside!! This is L.A.P.D
Turn the music down; or we're coming inside
This is L.A.P.D!!

[Ice-T] Awww man, I told you.. I told you not to play the record so loud
[Evil:] Yo Ice, I won't man
[Ice-T] All these.. aww man.. y'all.. hit the back door fellows..
[Evil:] Awww man, but I got a warrant man
[Ice-T] Wait a minute.. hold it.. hold it.. looks like they're leaving man
[Evil:] Leaving?!!! WORD!!
[Ice-T] Forget the police man, turn the music back on man!!

[Ice-T] Yo, they knew better than coming here
[Evil:] Yeah, Word word man, they knew better than that, cause my boys are in here
[Ice-T] We're just having fun, but they BETTER not coming through the door
[Evil:] BETTER not man, BETTER not
[Ice-T] You know what? all the people out there wanna know exactly who we are
We've been talking, but they still wanna know who we are!
[Evil:] Who you are Ice man?
[Ice-T] Yo E, throw the jamie on, show them who we are, kick it!
[Evil:] Bet man, bet it..

[Break: Evil E Scratching and cutting quotes below]
I.. I.. I.. I.. I.. Ice-T UHH! -> [Ice-T]
I.. I.. I.. I.. I.. Ice-T -> [Ice-T]
E.. E.. E.. Evil.. Evil E UHH! -> [Evil E]
I.. I.. I.. I.. I.. Ice-T UHH! -> [Ice-T]
I.. I.. I.. I.. I.. Ice-T -> [Ice-T]
E.. E.. E.. Evil.. Evil E -> [Evil E]
FLY!! -> [Ice-T]
I.. I.. I.. I.. I.. Ice-T UHH! -> [Ice-T]
I.. I.. I.. I.. I.. Ice-T -> [Ice-T]
E.. E.. E.. Evil.. Evil E UHH! -> [Evil E]

[Evil:]
Yo Ice man, yo man, they don't understand about that fly Rap man
Why don't you throw them a fly jamie man

[Ice-T:]
Word! thinking of a demo, late nights alone in my lemo
Not a Pictum my man, I'm talking black sadan
Stretched like a fine truck, E counts the grants
My plan; write a rhyme like nobody can
Totally unpredictable, understand? (WORD!!)
Talent is mine, but the judgement is yours
You vibe my records, my crew tours (YEAH!!)
You make request in my sale sore
You clear the shelves of the record store (UHH!!)
Soft core I'm not, but knowledge I got
I keep my posse in effect when I rock the spot
Grand hot, or maybe you forgot
You should've cracked the jams early before the cops block the lights
Mack magnifier, Hitman for hire
Drop when I fire, watch the guard wire
Ice ain't no lier, I'm never retire
Cause my back went [?] with young troops I inspire
Cold as nitrogen and fold as hydrogen
Thought you had a chance to wax, you better try again
Hip-Hop commando, Bum Rush Rambo (UHH!!)
Intelligence is my weapon, dum dump my ammo
It's okay plea it, call it as you see it
I'm from L.A. ~ this joint is like Viet-nam gangs illing
Wilding and killing, bars on your door please protect your children
I ain't no bad guy though suckers may try, they say I'm violent WHY?!!
Because I'm fly, got girls to date, therefore
Don't wanna hear no more, chauffeurs shut the damned door (WORD!!)
Cause I'm a player, I ain't no Beat-boy
I love the ladies and money is my real joy

[Break:]
[Evil:] Word Them Up! Yeah, I know that was down, yeah, you know the poetry was deaf
[Ice-T] Yeah E
[Evil:] You know, just kick a little poetry for my posse Rhyme Syndicate in here
[Ice-T] Hell yeah!! yeah baby, Beatmaster V rocking the drums
[Evil:] Yeah, and my man Afrika Islam is on the drum
[Ice-T] Charlie Jam boy, you know that, BG is in effect
[Evil:] YEAH, XT, Gustie G
[Ice-T] King Quality man, E-Mack Boy, E-Dubb
[Evil:] Yeah, you know what I'm saying? E-A-SKi in the house
[Ice-T] Yeah, Nat the Cat, D-Rock-ing a funky beat
[Evil:] Yeah, and my man Mike, Mike Love, my man Hen-Gee are stood out there baby pal

[Ice-T:] DAT the Most Requested Record, if you don't play this record; you'll be sorry
My whole crew is gonna come down and have to..
run a bum rush on you, you know, the same stuff took a round, you know what I'm saying?
Some [?] and all that fly stuff, you know, this is what you want, the beat
This is what you want to Rap, this is what you want
Ice-T and DJ Evil E, 1988, taking no [?] yeah boy

[Evil:] Taking out all simps and suckers, y'all know the flavor, No Time
[Ice-T] The Most Requested Record, everybody loves this record, Red Alert
[Evil:] Yeaaahhh, this for my man Chuck, you know what time it is Chuck
[Ice-T] Houston wanna to hear this record
[Evil:] L.A. knows what time it is.. ha ha!

[Closing Skit:]
[Phone beeped]

[Nancy]
They will never pick up the phone, you're stupid!!

[Rodney]
There I go again Nancy, can't you see I'm trying to get through?
Just calm down like a Sugar Brown

[Phone beeped]

[Ice-T as a Radio Request Line employee]
Yo, what's up? Request Line

[Rodney]
Yes, this is your homeboy Rodney from DC, wearing red, white and blue
I've been trying to get through, me and Nancy just wowed about that little song from Ice-T
We don't know the name of it but if you play it, we'll be more than happy

[Ice-T as a Radio Request Line employee]
Don't worry about it homeboy, we've just rocked it but we'll rock it again
Cause that's our most requested record!

"Out There"
(with Black Silver)
(feat. Too Short)

"Out There"
(with Black Silver)
(feat. Too Short)



[Intro:]
[Black] Light a match up!
[Short] Bionic, BITCH!!
[Black] She called me out there
[Short] The bitch called me out there, man
[Black] Called me out there
[Short] She tried to get a pimp slipping
[Black] She called me out there
[Short] It ain't nothing but pimping, BITCH!!
[Black] Called me out there
[Short] Yeah, that's right player

[Verse 1: Black Silver]
Cool and calm the way a player do
Approach baby doll like; whose you?
What your name is, shorty? - I'm a Navigator
I can ease off the rude to spend some time with later
And my production is always be paid
Some fine dinning, and maybe a little shopping
Let the night do what it do, just me and you
Hit the Jacuzzi and pop a bottle or two
Girl, don't feel shy, you got some model in you
I can have a good time, just following you
She replied; She was feeling me and my plans
She even let me know that she was one of my fans
That's when I know, there's I've seen her before
In one of our shows, standing in the front row
Right before the guards, said she gotta go
Her and a crew of groupies be getting through the back door

[Chorus: Too Short]
She called me out there
The bitch called me out there, man
Called me out there
She tried to get a pimp slipping
She called me out there
It ain't nothing but pimping, BITCH!!
Called me out there
Short Dawg in the motherfucking house

[Verse 2: Too Short]
Way back when I made Freaky Tales
In 1988 - I was freaking girls
And I fucked a lot of groupies in eighty nine
When I started getting famous, if I think she's fine
I'ma hit it, I'm back on the row tomorrow
Another show, pussy is short to follow
But don't bother, cause I don't fuck groupies these days
See me with a bitch, best believe she is paid
And [?] is what, it's not Gold D
Ain't talking about money, don't talk to me (BITCH!!)
And paid dues to thieves, and used to lead
I blew the trees, while she bruised the knees
Let me tell you what happened a few nights go
Met a bad little bitch, tried the life of a whore
I always had to have two wives or more
But I ain't never seen nothing that fine before

[Chorus: Too Short with minor variation]
She called me out there
The bitch called me out there, man
Called me out there
She tried to get a pimp slipping
She called me out there
It ain't nothing but pimping, BITCH!!
Called me out there

[Verse 3: Ice-T]
Yes, sometime a pimp can catch your whore out there, man
I caught this bitch out at the park this yesterday
Staring hard at my rims in the Candy Bay
I said: Shut the fuck up! bitch, respect the game
IceBerg Bitch (BITCH!!) respect the name
I said: The only one position you got is your back
The only chance you got in your life is the track
I'ma tell you something; that's a goddamn fact
I'm a motherfucking Pimp and your man is a Simp
The bitch looked at me like a slave set free
I said: Hold up! whore, I need my shoes in feet
I need my track bitch, fat bitch, that's no joke
I don't give a fuck, you gotta fuck the poke
The bitch left that day, came bagged at night
Hundred grand cash, key and snow-white
Looked at a nigga like it was big dough
I said: Back to the track, this is Pimping whore

[Chorus: with major variation]
[Ice-T] I called her out there
[Short] I'm hard on the whore, it ain't nothing but Pimping, BITCH!!
[Ice-T] I called her out there
[Short] Yeah, they know what it is, it ain't nothing but pimping, BITCH!!
[Ice-T] I called her out there
[Short] You better get with it BITCH, it ain't nothing but pimping, BITCH!!
[Ice-T] I called her out there
[Short] She already knows, it ain't nothing but pimping, BITCH!!

[Outro: Too Short]
Yeah, that's right player
And you what? - You know what I say?
Share that bitch nothing, man
And bitch is gonna find out through this pimping, man
Call me out there, BITCH!!
Better catch this Pimping in your ass, BITCH!!
Yeah, what's my favorite word?
That's your new name!