Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fuck It , by - Ice T. Song from the album 7th Deadly Sin, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 24.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fuck It |
| 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 niggas in the club lookin' at |
| Niggas crazy and shit (Word, yeah fuck them body-o's homes) |
| Motherfuckers is faggots (call me nigga?) |
| (Ice-T) |
| Step back it’s the ultimate nigga with the hot shit |
| 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, niggas that bust |
| Niggas who ride, niggas that’ll kill for this side |
| Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound |
| Hit a nigga dead in his wig — FUCK IT! |
| (Ice-T) |
| It’s the National Pass Time, it’s blast time — club’s out |
| Niggas break ill, pop-drunks get the guns out |
| Set the shit off with the full clips |
| Niggas lookin' hard in the club — now whassup bitch? |
| Whassup bitch?!! |
| 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, niggas that bust |
| Niggas that ride, niggas that’ll kill for this side |
| Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound |
| Hit a nigga dead in his wig — FUCK IT! |
| It’s either them or us, niggas that bust |
| Niggas that ride, niggas that’ll kill for this side |
| Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound |
| Hit a nigga dead in his wig — FUCK IT! |
| (El Sadiq) |
| Yo, too many bitch-ass-niggas think they got a lot |
| And I’mma 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-ass handshakes |
| You can slide by me with the rest of them damn 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? |
| FUCK YA NAME!!! |
| Stompin' the rut got yourself to blame |
| I represent Castor — bring it to you live |
| But cool and civilized, despise a nigga’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 nigga ICE, twice as nice |
| El Sadiq free shit but platinum mics |
| Chorus: Ice-T) |
| It’s either them or us, niggas that bust |
| Niggas that ride, niggas that’ll kill for this side |
| Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound |
| Hit a nigga dead in his wig — FUCK IT! |
| It’s either them or us, niggas that bust |
| Niggas that ride, niggas that’ll kill for this side |
| Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound |
| Hit a nigga dead in his wig — FUCK 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 fuckin' 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 rehearsed |
| Check 'em tag-times like they do with a pencil |
| No more solitary cause we mashin' in a Benzo |
| Next who gettin' hitters talkin' shit cause we bit 'em |
| Seven Deadly Sinner, problem-atic-rhyme-spitter |
| You a quitter — but I’mma 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 motherfucker lifestyles I’ve been devin' |
| Chorus: Ice-T) |
| It’s either them or us, niggas that bust |
| Niggas that ride, niggas that’ll kill for this side |
| Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound |
| Hit a nigga dead in his wig — FUCK IT! |
| It’s either them or us, niggas that bust |
| Niggas that ride, niggas that’ll kill for this side |
| Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound |
| Hit a nigga dead in his wig — FUCK IT! |
| (Outro: Ice-T) |
| Yeah, Ice-T nigga, El sadiq nigga |
| JEL — Rhyme Poetic Mafia nigga |
| You niggas really don’t wanna get down |
| Talk a lot of shit but you don’t wanna get down |
| Bitch-ass-niggas, hit a nigga dead in his wig FUCK IT!!! |
| Seventh… |