lirik lagu ice t - fuck it
(feat. el sadiq, powerlord jel)
[intro: wc]
dub-c from the westside connect gang
dub-c from the westside connect gang
dub-c from the westside connect gang
[ice-t]
yeah ‘sup with these n-gg-s in the club lookin’ at
n-gg-s crazy and sh-t (word, yeah f-ck them body-o’s homes)
motherf-ckers is f-ggots (call me n-gg-?)
[ice-t]
step back it’s the ultimate n-gg- with the hot sh-t
the last standin’ man, smack you with my backhand
the veteran-er-the games you claim to be in
let me begin, express it, explain the dilemma
[chorus: ice-t]
it’s either them or us, n-gg-s that bust
n-gg-s who ride, n-gg-s that’ll kill for this side
down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
hit a n-gg- dead in his wig – f-ck it!!
[ice-t]
it’s the national p-ss time, it’s blast time – club’s out
n-gg-s break ill, pop-drunks get the guns out
set the sh-t off with the full clips
n-gg-s lookin’ hard in the club – now wh-ssup b-tch?
wh-ssup b-tch?!! pull your weapon if you got it
i’da shot it, plus you never live with rockets
tried to dodge it, caught you all in the arm pit
easy target, dug you out in the lot kid
[chorus: ice-t]
it’s either them or us, n-gg-s that bust
n-gg-s that ride, n-gg-s that’ll kill for this side
down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
hit a n-gg- dead in his wig – f-ck it!!
it’s either them or us, n-gg-s that bust
n-gg-s that ride, n-gg-s that’ll kill for this side
down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
hit a n-gg- dead in his wig – f-ck it!!
[el sadiq]
yo, too many b-tch–ss-n-gg-s think they got a lot
and i’ma dead these wannabe heads with consecutive shots
man, they smile up in you, griller wanna give you a pen
stick it to your crew like glue like they been down
man listen, kill that bull with the fake–ss handshakes
you can slide by me with the rest of them d-mn snakes
flakin’ like paper while i’m takin’ my life serious
you talkin’ and playin’, your whole antenna’s mystevious
claimin’ that you got juice with an ultimate ??
but when the brother test you, murder and recieved no types of love
you think you got game, with that favour to your brain?
f-ck ya name!!! stompin’ the rut got yourself to blame
i represent castor – bring it to you live
but cool and civilized, despise a n-gg-‘s livin’ lies
no alibi’s i see the weakness in your eyes dun
you wanna run? plus ya scared to shoot a gun for fun
you bust a couple of slugs off the rooftop
my team, come and touch ya somethin’, make ya crew drop
my n-gg- ice, twice as nice
el sadiq free sh-t but platinum mics
[chorus: ice-t]
it’s either them or us, n-gg-s that bust
n-gg-s that ride, n-gg-s that’ll kill for this side
down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
hit a n-gg- dead in his wig – f-ck it!!
it’s either them or us, n-gg-s that bust
n-gg-s that ride, n-gg-s that’ll kill for this side
down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
hit a n-gg- dead in his wig – f-ck it!!
[powerlord jel]
you wanna get live? start scaubblin’ with the bald-heads
callin’ them family, told ’em nothin’ but the feds
that’s the blue and red who be dead
when the sunrise come six in the mornin’?
i’m maxin’ like a wiseguy
know the john gotti but i’m f-ckin’ up the body
everytime my poet thug at a party
ya wanna step to t, go through jel first
but remember where you see your homicide show rehe-rs-d
check ’em tag-times like they do with a pencil
no more solitary cause we mashin’ in a benzo
next who gettin’ hitters talkin’ sh-t cause we bit ’em
seven deadly sinner, problem-atic-rhyme-spitter
you a quitter – but i’ma bomb steady
if i was out of slugs, look out for machette
from ear to ear homes, it’s clear, you’ll be bleedin’
not me motherf-cker lifestyles i’ve been devin’
[chorus: ice-t]
it’s either them or us, n-gg-s that bust
n-gg-s that ride, n-gg-s that’ll kill for this side
down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
hit a n-gg- dead in his wig – f-ck it!!
it’s either them or us, n-gg-s that bust
n-gg-s that ride, n-gg-s that’ll kill for this side
down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
hit a n-gg- dead in his wig – f-ck it!!
[outro: ice-t]
yeah, ice-t n-gg-, el sadiq n-gg-
jel – rhyme poetic mafia n-gg-
you n-gg-s really don’t wanna get down
talk a lot of sh-t but you don’t wanna get down
b-tch–ss-n-gg-s, hit a n-gg- dead in his wig f-ck it!!!
seventh…
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