Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Eye Of The Storm, artist - Ice T. Album song 7th Deadly Sin, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 24.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Eye Of The Storm |
| Anything can happen |
| Don’t stop, huh, ha, huh, uh, yeah, shit |
| (Buckshot, Ice-T) |
| Buckshot, he be the emcee |
| What, watch your step |
| (Buckshot Shorty) |
| Can I hear it for Buckshot? |
| (Buckshot) |
| Buck’s hot, spell it and yell it but the shit don’t stop |
| It be hot, y’all niggas is worthless in the money market |
| I’m buck you ain’t worth shit, nigga what? |
| Think about it, shorty what you drivin' stoned by your daddy |
| Oops, you almost had me, geesed up until I saw the truth |
| And one day I see you standin' at a token booth |
| It was on a hot wet night, I think it was a Saturday |
| Right after that party that he lead out down the way |
| Gunshots spread — everyday, all day (fuck!) |
| D.T.'s rushed the party in 2K |
| Buck — The Beef be — fled the scene right before the cops |
| And the Swats came with the triple beam |
| Uh, shit is real you know how we do when the young niggas peel out |
| Don’t squeal (*undecipherable*) |
| (Ice-T) |
| If you niggas don’t know you should know by now |
| Ice got more game than the law allows |
| Straight up — the biggest baller in the industry |
| Went straight from pimpin' hoes on the NBC |
| Do you feel me? |
| I dealed it, ace off the bottom |
| Ho’s got 'em, I’m the one you just can’t fade |
| Rolex in the tenth grade, hair was laid |
| Everything I wore to school baby was tailor made |
| Shot dice in the bathroom on my knees |
| I’ll roll across the break and break that ass with these |
| Start hittin' jewel-liks, re-investin' in ki’s |
| Drop the top on the flo', let you feel the breeze |
| (Buckshot Shorty) |
| Trees make my eyes bleed I come from an ill breed |
| Thoroughbred born from a strong seed |
| Led by a bunch of individuals (Ali) |
| Uh, criminals to generals — this is like wow! |
| Look at how my brain ay blew you out the frames |
| Twist of fate cause you say the same shit now |
| The Local Mobb Grill and let y’all niggas know I’m dead |
| I’m serious, somebody can get killed |
| Wait for the fire drill and when you start to smell the smoke |
| Run nigga Buck ain’t no joke I’ll buck a shot at your zipped up coat |
| Chop the throat like a blow from Judo, nigga you know |
| (Ice-T) |
| Is it new year God? |
| I’m comin' back mad-hard |
| Movin' harder than a convict with a shack in the yard |
| New Jacks wanna hear me rap beggin' for freestyle skills |
| I’ve served so many rappers I can make a land field fool |
| You’ve doubt for a mic dude, the Ice is a jewel |
| Fuck rules, I got more pool than a mule |
| Matter of fact, never comprehend the styles I sin |
| I’ve been breakin', annihilate fakes and tens |
| See I’m a nigga from the West Side cheered I peel libs |
| What prayin' that you do hill when I all ready did |
| Like your girl gotta admit she was a sexy bitch |
| But I hit it with the Gin so my nuts don’t itch |
| (Whta, what, what?) |
| (Buckshot Shorty) |
| Buck’s got ya locked, body drawn like pit bulls |
| We don’t give a fuck if we have to pull, click, shit |
| Brooklyn niggas is known to rep-resent |
| Any nigga happened that’s why I left |
| Niggas get strep-throats, throats get strepped |
| Get your shit taken then your shit is kept |
| Uh, shit in a step, if not got your back broke |
| Plus ya jaw tapped, snapped your 'Adams Ap' |
| It’s just a fact that niggas ain’t shit |
| Ain’t shit like Egyptians, nigga trippin' |
| Beenie-eyed, never slippin', I’m grippin' the four-twenty |
| Motherfuck the bullshit talk — where the money? |
| Years ago, a friend of me ask me to start up a company |
| Duck Down’s the name, rap music is the aim |
| Lyrically I bring the pain and lock the game with no padlock and chain |
| Some said that Buck went bust |
| But when I came out, I left 'em all in the dust |
| Look at your sound scam, original brown man |
| Makin' million everytime I drop a jam |
| (Ice-T) |
| Nigga duck, DJ drop the cut, huh |
| 250 niggas throw they sets up |
| L.A. style, nigga what? |
| (West Side!!) |
| If you’ve never seen it before they’ll put a knot in your gut |
| Stand up, check your areas your group, your troops |
| These gang killers is real plus they, off the loot |
| Proceedin' to leave a nigga bleedin' |
| They love to fuck up in a frenzy, let fuckin' sharks feed me |
| Bitches start screamin' and stampedin' |
| Thank God it’s evening, I didn’t leave the burner in the B. M |
| Where my nigga Buck, nobody seen him |
| Probably in the Eye Of The Storm where the ill perform, perform, perform… |