Ice-T

[fox69]

"Somebody Gotta Do It (Pimpin' Ain't Easy!!!) (12" Mix)"
(feat. Emanon)

"Somebody Gotta Do It (Pimpin' Ain't Easy!!!) (12" Mix)"
(feat. Emanon)


[Verse 1: Ice-T]
My lifestyle is crazy, I'm luxury lazy
So much gold; that jewelry don't faze me
Cordless phone, eight or nine homes
Girlies on my Jammie with an Ice-T Jones
Bank account booming, fast lane zooming
Known around the world for my high post grooming
Macks like a preacher, loves like a teacher
Got a girl lives in Paris, when I want her I beep her
Too many clothes, got a rag top Rolls
1.000 Watt System, and my speakers are Bose®
I kick it like a champ, I throught you knew it
Though pimping ain't easy; but somebody gotta do it

[Interlude #1:]
[Emanon] Yo Ice, they want you to be on Lifestyle for Rich and Famous
[Ice-T:] Man, hang up on that fool!
[Emanon] Yo Ice, what you're doing with that fourth cord on the floor
[Ice-T:] Homeboy, that's the carpet man!
[Emanon] Yo man, what you're doing with all this money, all over this floor man?
[Ice-T:] Get the vaccum, dude!
[Emanon] Yo man, there's ten girls waiting in the bedroom
[Ice-T:] They been there for a week, another day won't hurt!

[Verse 2: Ice-T]
My thumbs are tired, just from counting cash
No more room in my diamond stash
Filing my nails is such a tiring task
Gold knobs in my Benzo dash
Five freaks just to comb my hair
Monograms on my underwear
Bodyguards around so please don't dare
You're taking a chance, if you just stop and stare
Living my life is just so hard to do
Making deals, a million one or two
Buying new cars for my entire crew
Matching Ferraris, E's black, mine is blue
Can't swing a lap in my pool because it's just too long
Could never go broke because my bank is too strong
No matter what I do, I simply can't go wrong
And I'll make money, I don't need this damned song
But somebody's gotta do it

[Interlude #2:]
[Emanon] You want this rope, but that go one ten thousand one's twenty
[Ice-T:] Yo, I don't care man, put it on the dog man!
[Emanon] Yo Ice, what you're gonna do, we got a house on Parsberg, half built
[Ice-T:] Man, I don't like it no more, tear it down, I don't need no more houses!
[Emanon] Yo Ice, Gucci, Louie and Fila wanna sponser you
[Ice-T:] Man, I told you, I don't need no more clothes
[Emanon] Man!!

[Verse 3: Ice-T]
When I walk in a joint, punks always look at me hard
Because I wear enough gold to tie a dog in a yard
Cold maxing in my mansion, so big it's silly
Got a butler named Humphry and a maid named Milly
Mink sheets on my bed, that's what I said
Gourmet chefs in my kitchen so that I can get fed
So tired of sailing on my boat I might..
just Helicopter to my Jet and catch a midnight flight
So many girls in my book, it weighs a ton
Gotta leave the damned country just to have some fun
Private suite at the track to watch the ponies run
And there ain't nothing in the world that me and E ain't done
But somedody's gotta do it

[Outro:]
[Emanon] Yo Ice, it's Brandal Rays man, he wants to know can he hang out with you and E
[Ice-T:] Man, would you tell that fool! to get off my jamie man
[Emanon] Yo yo yo Ice, your homeboy at Marker Show just caught up, wants to borrow some more money
[Ice-T:] No Problem! small thing to a gaint, cause somedody gotta do it!!

 

[fox69]

"Sondoobiest Interlude"
(feat. Sondoobiest)

"Sondoobiest Interlude"
(feat. Sondoobiest)


AAAAAAWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOO!!

[Sondoobiest]
Mic smugglers, hustlers, hold your jugglers
Forty guzzlers, muscular, Son'll fuck wit'cha
One of ya, actin' funnier, think you're hungrier
Some of y'all know, the streets stay ghetto govenor
Swash Buckler, Club King, pull the gun to her
For the love of her, punish 'em, drop they juggler
Son's guns stompin' dirt, hurts come at runnier
Son's luckier, put your money up and stumbler
Raise her birthday, cut yo' - Son Gun-the-Gun
Comes from vomit coke, drunk number runs
Club tumblers who thug wit' us - double up
Mother-luggers shots blast, Ice what the fuck?!!

 

[fox69]

"Soul On Ice"

"Soul On Ice"


It was a Saturday night on the streets of Cali
Threw on my dope silk suit, brushed off my suede Bally's
Threw on enough gold for any girl's pleasure
Left a pound and a half of that shit still in the dresser
I slapped a clip in my nine, threw a clip in my sock
Hit three grand up off the dresser, it was ten on the dot
Now my beeper started beepin, I threw that shit in the sink
I didn't need it no more, I had more money than Prince
See, I was quittin the game and tonight was my fling
You see, on the streets they're players but only one king
Now that's the title I held but the game is real fast
You gotta get in and get out if you expectin to last
Now my homeboy Evil was downstairs chillin in his brand new Benz
I had many adversaries but very few close friends
We broke to the set, E parked the car on the grass
High-signin was his trademark and he did it with class
Hit the door like two titans, the whole jam stopped to stare
And as we walked through the crowd they threw bills in the air
I spied my man Jazz maxin out with two stone cold freaks
"Yo, what's up Ice, you rich now, man, you too good to speak?"
Now Jazz was a player from the east coast, the Bronx
He was known to be hard on the women and a brother he'd stomp
Smack a bitch in a minute, some say just for fun
And he was known for his chrome-plated pearl-handled gun
"Yo Ice, you my brother and I love you and all
But what's up with that six g's you owe me, man
[?] 'member when your boys took that fall?
And I posted the bail cause yo ass was locked up"
Evil gave Jazz ten g's and Jazz shut the fuck up
Just then I saw Donald-D hit the front door
More gold than a Aztec, black leather he wore
Hoes grabbed for they niggaz when D hit the set
Cause what Donald-D wanted is what Donald-D'd get
Donald's eyes hit mine and a smile crossed his face
Then a light hit his ring and blinded the whole goddamn place
"Yo Ice, you the coolest and Evil, you mean
But I got the fliest new shit rollin off gasoline"
Everyone in the party moved quickly outside
To see Donald-D's ultimate Superfly ride
It was black, it was low, cost twice that of my Porsche
A Testarossa Ferrari - convertable of course
It purred like a jet, "Yo man, I bought it with cash"
It had 'Donald-D' written in gold on the dash
Then out of nowhere came a shot across the street
I felt pain in my chest and my knees got weak
There was blood on my hands and I fell to the ground
And all I could hear was, "Yo, Ice is down!"
Somebody had shot me that night that I quit
The night that I ended all this hustlin playin shit
It's ironic ain't it, the night I retired
Would be the same night that my whole life expired

 

[fox69]

"Squeeze the Trigger"

"Squeeze the Trigger"


Squeeze the trigger

Rampage on stage,my crews in a rage
Searched my posse,found the Uzi but missed the 12 gauge
Maniac,I'm a rhyme brainiac,livin' on the edge of a razor
Remember that
Cold rollin' thick as a shake,I'm rockin' hard as a quake
I can't live on bread and water or lobster and steak
My mino's a riot gun,there ain't none bigger
About to unload the ammo,"E" squeeze the trigger

They say I'm violent,they should watch their T.V.
They say I'm brutal,they should check their P.D.
You made me,now your kids rave me
I rap about the life that the city streets gave me
Murder,intrigue,somebody must bleed
Miami Vice is small time,L.A's the big league
From the rollin' 60's to the nickerson "G"
Pueblos,grape street,this is what I see
The jungle,the 30's,the V.N.G.
Life in L.A. ain't no cup of ter

Squeeze the trigger

I've been dogged out by cops,shackled and socked
Paid my dues to the streets,took my hard knocks
Disrespected by snobs,damn near trampled by mobs
Persecuted by squares workin' nine to five jobs
Like a panther I prowl ,like a lion I growl
Learn to see behind my back like the head of an owl
I'm the voice of the youth,the prophet of truth
What I speak is really though some
May say ruthless tactics are takin' by me to awaken
People to life but I feel no fakin'
No jivin',no lyin',no frontin',no playin'
Say exactly whats up,understand what I'm sayin'
Ban me,try it,you might cause a riot
What the radio won't play,the underground will supply it
I'm a MC pirate that's loud not quiet
Radical as they make'em,make a rule I'll defy it
Critics may say I'm wise,some may call my words lies
I've lived more in one day than they will in their lives
But most do respect the words I inject
Kick credit for realism and the truth I project
Because I could bust rhymes for fun,or cut MC's like a knife
But the topic I love is the drama of life
So don't diss me don't dare,I feel you should care
You may think I'm soft but you're just unaware
Of the wrath of the Ice enraged prepare
For a true nighmare

Squeeze the trigger

Cops hate kids,kids hate cops,cops kill kid's with warnin' shouts
What is crime and what in not?what is justice?I think I forgot
We buy weapons to keep us strong
Reagan sends guns where they don't belong
The controversy is thick and the drag is strong
But no matter the lies we all know who's wrong
Homeless sleep on the city streets
Waitin' to die with nothin' to eat
While rich politicians soak their feet
In the pools at their ten million buck retreats
People hate people for color of face
No one had a choice in the race we were placed
A brother in queens was beaten and chased
Murdered cold in the streets, a goodamn disgrace
Just because of his race,his life went to waste
And no one went to jail when the court heard the case
Justice or corruption?it's all interlaced
How can you swallow this?I can't stand the taste

Squeeze the trigger

I get paid for illin',cold makin' a killin'
My pockets keep fillin',I got dollars to the ceilin'
Got a safe in my floor,car got bullet proof doors
Every time I rock the mic I leave you wishin' for more
Because my raps ain't bull,got cold stupid pull
You wanna eat my rhymes like candy,till your mind's over full
But most MC's today ain't got nothin' to say
"A" to the mother fuckin' "K"

Squeeze the trigger

 

[fox69]

"Step Your Game Up"
(feat. Marc Live)

"Step Your Game Up"
(feat. Marc Live)


[Intro: Ice-T]
Yeah, this is Iceberg
Time for me to reinforce some of this pimping, baby

[Chorus: Ice-T X2]
Players, hustlers, girls; step your game up!
Maximize your hustle; step your game up!
No time for fooling around; step your game up!
Get your money, get your paper; step your game up!

[Ice-T]
Yeah, niggaz out there shitting on the game
Mark Live is a motherfucking shame, representing
You're still star grims; step your chrome game up!
Motorola pager; step this phone game up!
Still living with your mother; step your home game up!
Girl, you ain't going down; step your dome game up!
Spin has being played out; step your wheel game up!
Two inch pumps; bitch, step your heel game up! (Bitch!)
Still wearing white gold; step your jewel game up!
You ain't fully automatic; step your tool game up!
Ice, Ice, berg nigga word!
Anybody stepping to my rep, it's absurd
You wanna roll with me bitch, have a nerve to the curb
No I'm not your man, just the best that ever
Mastered the game, baby, Berg's the name
From my niggaz, get your paper, gangsters hating the fame
And keep your hustle cracking, living off the lames
Nigga, if you ain't moving fast, get the fuck out the lane

[Chorus: Ice-T with minor variations]
And all the players, hustlers, girls; step your game up!
Maximize your hustle; step your game up!
No time for fooling around; step your game up!
Get your money, get your paper; step your game up!

Players, hustlers, girls; step your game up!
Maximize your hustle; step your game up!
No time for fooling around; step your game up!
Get your money, get your paper; step your game up!

[Ice-T]
Yeah, you niggaz got these bitches walk around here in these flat shoes
Bitch you gotta come out that low years to get in some whore years
This is pop your dollar, hot dollar pimping
Bitch pimp game, watch

[Ice-T]
Still drinking Moët; step your Cris game up!
Car getting kind of old; step your whip game up!
No links in your cuffs; step your sleeve game up!
Tracks getting kind of loose; bitch, step your weave game up!
Can't get a hit record; step your rap game up!
Can't holler at no shorty; step your Mack game up!
Your grill looking kind of bad; step your tooth game up!
Still standing in lines; step your juice game up! (Fuck! lying)

[Mark Live]
You never been on a red carpet, fatigued up
HUH! GTs ever since with keys
Worked a hundred mill' black cars, drunk in Brasil'
Missing for days, re-appear back on the Spain
Levity, over niggaz, magician like David Blaine
Full link minks, chicks buying my links (HUH!)
Diamond types, shop gator at Diamond Life
Forget your world nigga, step your shit up

[Chorus: Ice-T X2]

[Ice-T]
Oh! shit, I done step into another weak pit
You're still dressing like a bum; step your suit game up!
Your toes freezing in the winner; step your boot game up!
Your bank role looking little; step your green game up!
No Plasma TV; step your screen game up!
Still flying coach; step your class game up!
Girl, you're looking kind of skinny; step your ass game up!
Your wheel chairs ain't heated; step your seat game up!
Niggaz said they gonna kill me; better step your street game up!

[Mark Live]
Yo, we're hell of pork eating, gone streamed out (Yeah!)
You're Metro, car, bus path, shut your fucking mouth

[Ice-T]
Step in my car, and go by the detour on
This is a man's game, fool, not a boy's one

[Mark Live]
Yo, no one can get at us, we're straddlers fear
Over the top executive, out of here, shit on you, bloods

[Ice-T]
Step up your game player, lift up your lips player
Get up your clips player, your life is a lie

[Mark Live]
Yo, we mess with all money, you got some clothes money
We're hiding raw money, overseas old money

[Ice-T]
You won't win, you're lost before you begin
Your hustle ain't deep, your bitch is steady on a dream

[Mark Live]
Yo, don't speak, just learn, look, listen
When we come through, take cover, game is over

[Ice-T]
Stop asking me questions, your idea is whack
Your brain storms a bum as lame, step up your game

[Chorus: Ice-T]

 

[fox69]

"Straight Up Nigga"

"Straight Up Nigga"


Damn right I'm a nigga
and I don'T care what you are
Cause I'm a Capitaal N-I double-G-E-R
Black people might get mad
Cause they don'T see
That they're looked upon
As a nigga just like me
I'm a nigga, not a Colored man
Or a Black, or a Negro
Or an Afrom American, I'm all that
Yes I was born in America true
Does South Central
Look like America to you?
I'm a nigga, a straight up nigga
From a hard school
Whatever you are
I dot care, that is you fool
I'm loud and proud
Well endowedd with the big beef
Out on the corner
I hang out like a house thief
So you can call me dumb or crazy
Ignornt, stupid, inferior or lazy
Silly or foolish
But I'm badder and bigger
And most of all
I'm a straight up nigga

I'm a nigga in America
and that much I flaunt
Cause when I see what I like
Yo I take what I want
I'm not the only one
That's why I'm not bitter
Cause everybody is a nigga to a nigga!
America was tole from he Indians
show and prove, what was tht?
A straight up nigga move
A low down shame
Yo it's straight insane
Yet they compalin
When a nigga snatch
Their gold chains
What is nigga suppose to do?
Wait around for a handout
From a nigga like you?
That why a low down nigga gets hyped
But I'm not a nigga of that type
I'm a steak and lobster eatin'
Billionaire meet
Cash money makin', movin' shakin'
Corporate jet glidin'
Limousine ridin'
Writin' hits, filthy rich
Straight up nigga!

Now I'm a write this song
Though the radio won't play this
But I got freedom of speech
So I'm a say it

 

[fox69]

"Street Killer"
(feat. Special K)

"Street Killer"
(feat. Special K)


OK check this out, I got crazy posse
I got the stupidest motherfuckin' posse in the whole goddamn city
You fuck with me I'll snatch out your car
Right in front of your goddamned bitch
And beat you down right there
I got more guns than anybody
I got crazy guns, you know, I got homeboys on motorcycles
And when we come we wearin' our blue
You know what I'm sayin'?
And I'll beat your fuckin' ass

Don't nobody call me on my name
Cause they'll get smacked the fuck up, you know
Can't put me in jail
You can't even fuck with me
Cause I'm the craziest motherfucker on the street
Don't anybody want none of this
You know what I'm sayin'?
Cause if you fuck with me or any of my friends
You'll get killed, point blank

"Excuse me sir, Officer Johnson, Internal Affairs
We'd like to have a few words with you"

 

[fox69]

"Street Sweeper"
(with Black Silver)
(feat. RBX)

"Street Sweeper"
(with Black Silver)
(feat. RBX)



[Intro: RBX]
Real, Black Ice!
Real Street Sweeper
Come On!! Come On!!
Ha ha ha

[Chorus: Black Silver]
Me and my Street Sweeper, UHH! make a sucker believer YEAH!
Me and my Street Sweeper, UHH! make a sucker believer YEAH!
You see I hold it in my left hand, load that motherfucker when I ride
Jack it off one time for the money, once more when I got him inside
Yeah! Yeah! Come On!! Come On!!

[Verse 1: Black Silver]
Fuck all that bragging with that half rap (YEAH!)
Exactly what I'm laughing at (UHHA!)
Black Silver ain't having that, Mac-10 they had attack
Maximize, out claps guys, crews got outsized
Flatline, cold as Ice cause you got baptized
Overdosing on that Okie Doke
So we hustle a bit on that damn smoke
Zooming in like the telescope, game sealed like an envelope
Make a nigga walk that high rope, have it quick and I read his phonescope
Give me that cash, you don't believe him, I know he seen this shit
It's Mr. Push-on, count stacks, mack some ass, get relax
With my chopper always, we're short stoppers here today
Crime Pays been that way, Rhyme pays in a different way
'More Money' that's my word, Bishop, Big Mo' and IceBerg

[Chorus: Black Silver]

[Verse 2: Ice-T]
I got a Street Sweeper, 12-Guage barrel clip
Wanna see the streets clean, nigga get set-trip
Butterflying in front of gun, twist it up to swing loaded
Fill my shelves with nickles and dimes, watch your chest get exploded
I can't pack it, it's real big to hide
I bring it out when we're ready to ride
We keep shooting no pump, just Click Clack!
You gotta hold it steady, it really get back
It's very ugly, no chrome kinda burn brown
It don't matter, you won't see it when you lay down
No way to silence it [Gun Shot] it's where the violence is
Iceberg nigga, I think your wife is scared

[Chorus: Black Silver]

[Verse 3: RBX]
Surprise! Street Sweeper
The missile, the heat seeker
Dust the block off like Return of the Grim Reaper
It could be the brash, watch the tongue cold latched
Dabble broke out, you got your back patched
One time trigger happy, still no love
Niggaz get thirsty, so we push and shove
Wait! hold on that, you wanna be famous
Baww! Hole over the front page News

[Chorus: Black Silver]

 

[fox69]

"Syndicate 4 Ever"
(feat. Hot Dolla, L.P. & Powerlord Jel)

"Syndicate 4 Ever"
(feat. Hot Dolla, L.P. & Powerlord Jel)


[Opening Skit: Ice-T impersonating his player haters]
Yo nigga, where was you at last night? - talk nigga!
Yo nigga, we was up in that club nigga, them Syndicate niggaz turned that shit off
Nigga, fuck them bitch ass niggaz
Yeah, them niggaz got money, nigga
Fuck all them Syndicate niggaz, them niggaz ain't shit
Yeah!
Motherfuckers think they make shit cause them motherfuckers got a little bit of money and shit
True, man
Fuck that bitch-ass yellow-nigga Ice-T too
I don't like that nigga
Nigga had no motherfucking father, Fuck Him!
Fuck them niggaz, right?
Niggaz don't wanna see me, wanna see my motherfucking.. [Screeching Tires]
Yo, what the fuck is that?... [Gun Shots]

[Verse 1: L.P.]
Now, nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga please
I scratch emcees like dog scratch flees
Grease, your competition, never finishing
Indo keep me high and I'm always on a mission
When it comes to kick it, AWWW I get the lowest
Bang like George Foreman, kick ass like Chuck Norris
Only fucking winner with these fools selling Gucci
Whispering MC H, just like Crispy down with Cooci
So those who wanna step into the steel like bleaks
Come get this lyrical ass whipping that's gonna last for weeks
We got grease, Hardcore Hip-Hop gangster beats
Niggaz that'll do you'll leave you dead in the street
Recognize through this, this is how we do this
Barrel to your motherfucking back oozes [Gun Shot]
It's your lyrical rock Syndicate killer, and fuck all niggaz

[Chorus: Powerlord JEL]
Now you wanna fuck with us, cause you recognize game
You recognize real motherfucker
Syndicate forever, Posse of the clever - [Ice-T]
Now you wanna fuck with us, cause you recognize game
You recognize some real motherfucker
Syndicate forever, Posse of the clever - [Ice-T]

[Verse 2: Hot Dolla]
The Rhyme Syndicate will never die, well let me tell you why
Cause we're locs that's always on a Ho-Ride
If you hear me, then I know you know that danger
I snatch mics from emcees, I move around with anger
Behavior of the maniac, that's all I've had in me
Bombs'll get brutal when I lock my mind, it's empty
Simply I'm in this, but Gangster found that Genus
The one last murderer that never served the sentence
Wise up than an Asian, that's holding to his books
I love them ghetto crooks, gave my banging for a hook
Now I'm much much longer when my pops was stupid flexed
I wanna get hex and bitches fuck with my set
Don't let 95 patty, produce it like a hearse
These such fucking little punks, they think they down cause they curse, man
Fuck you motherfuckers, you ain't shit, you ain't crazy
Cause Rhyme Syndicate be doing dirt on the daily

[Chorus: Powerlord JEL]

[Verse 3: Powerlord JEL]
Can I be destroyed? Like Roy with two niggaz long enough
Now, I'm strong enough, to bust out handcuffs
Return of the rough, and rugged, so fuck it!
Rolling in a bucket, tracking down my dockets
It's a fact that I be busting, fools lusting
Throwing fools away like wind dusting
Hand rushing, like Head Hunters, so I hunt heads
Leaving fools dead in a red, hear me what I said
It's the Syndicate, I yelled from the day we call Eternity
Picture of all busters who ain't heard of it
I'm burning it with dealers, killers
Cars stealers, cap peelers, big wheelers
Cool like the Chin Chilla, living in a villa
So nigga pass the Nillas
And let me take you back to the days of Crokersacs and Cadillacs
When niggaz broke their backs on the street to make ends meet
We roll deep; in a late night hour on the..

[Chorus: Powerlord JEL until faded]

 

[fox69]

"That's How I'm Livin"

"That's How I'm Livin"


I was born in new jersey, I said it before
But I guess nobody heard me
My mother died young
No sistas or brothas, I was the only son
When I was twelve my pops died too
What a brotha was supposed to do?
They sent me out West
To live with my aunt
I guess they though it was the best
But there was no love there
Growin' with no moms
I guess I was prepared to live in a vacuum
The bedroom the kitchen, the hall and the bathroom
I didn't leave home much, didn't like L.A.
Didn't have no friends to trust
Got busted to a school
Blacks and whites, I guess the shit was cool
But in highschool I changed
Didn't wanna bust, didn't wanna play the game
I walked to Crenshaw high, shit was fly
I hooked up with new cru
Some brothas that knew what the fuck to do
You might call it gang but we called it a set
And it was our own thang
The whole school was down
And one way or another everybody fucked around
When the hardcore or not
you wore the right color or your ass got shot
That's how i'm livin'...

I did three years in and made close friends
Havin' no love my homies came my only
I was glad: a family I never had
But I grew up fast got a girl on 10th grade pregnant
Needin' cash, I had to change my style
Switched from bangin' to hustlin'
No more goin' buckwild
Had to get a cashflow
But my hustle was weak, it was a no go
I join the army, four years in that shit
Be all fucked you can be
Came back to the hood
My homies had done good
Had elevated their game
About 100 gees a lick, no mothafuckin' shame
Passed for the jewels
Baby sledgehammers with the tools
I speak on this with a hesitation
Even though it passed the statue of limitation...

I checked the bank
Bought a porsche and gear, earn high streetrank
But as I grew my whole crew fell thru
Cops had us on the books as innerstate crooks
Murder robbery rape escape, the whole damn nine
You robbed a nigga blind
I had too much juice, I cut my boosters loose
I was intread with the pimpgame
Took on the ice-name
But the pimpgame moved too slow
Especially for a nigga who was hooked on quick dough
In one nite late I was in a carwreck
And I was lucky to escape
Hospital for teen weeks, in bed almost dead
And when I got well, I got gaught in a cross
And got locked in a jailcell
That's how I'm livin'...

They cutted me loose
And I had to change troops
This time they didn't catch me
Next time they'll strecth me
Cause my time was gettin' short
All my homies was in court
Or locked in a hole, this shit was gettin' old
So I changed my life
Putted down the gun and picked up the mic
It took ten years to get from there to here
But I still keep a gun, cops got me on the run
And they hate me more now
Than they ever did before
My homies came back from pen
And we all worked together
True friends but every once and while
Some punk mistakes me as a junk
And he gets in my face
Wrong mothafuckin' place
And I aint lyin', that's how you dyin'...