Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ice M.F. T , by - Ice T. Song from the album Home Invasion, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 21.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ice M.F. T |
| Yeah! |
| 1993, I’m back motherfucker, this is Ice T |
| Got my nigga Ice Cube in the motherfuckin house |
| Yeah! |
| Up here in the ammo dump studios I got my |
| Nigga Aladdin, SLJ’s in the motherfuckin place |
| Behind the mixin boards |
| We about to do dis shit like this here! |
| It’s goin down tonight in L. A |
| Buckshot and uzis spray |
| Microphone blowa |
| The bitch checka |
| The ho wrecka |
| Ice motherfuckin T |
| Nigga step to me |
| But grab ya hoes quick |
| Cause the Syndicate’s throwin that crazy dick |
| Punk motherfuckers run up |
| You’ll get done up |
| We’ll have your ass gunned up |
| Before sun-up |
| So what’s the color I’m raggin? |
| Been a millionare for years |
| Still saggin |
| Left pocket’s stuffed with a huge ass brick |
| .380 in my right so it sags a little bit |
| More than the rest of my gear |
| When I’m on tour |
| I empty clips |
| Bust lips |
| And break jaws |
| Cause I love to loc up |
| So punk motherfucker don’t choke up |
| When you’re talkin to me |
| Ice, Ice motherfuckin T (x4) |
| Bush, Quayle and Clinton got a problem with me: |
| The motheruckin T |
| I give less than a fuck about any of them |
| Or their fuckin police friends |
| They’d like to take me out |
| Make me a goner |
| They even tryin to sweat Time Warner |
| Why? |
| For tellin the truth to the youth |
| That a lot of motherfuckers are hot |
| And want police shot? |
| You can’t stop the shock (?) |
| The fires are out |
| But the coals are still hot |
| I got juice to bring pain |
| You tryin to fuck with the Ice |
| Are you insane? |
| This shit is bigger than me |
| Be warned |
| It’s the lull before the storm |
| And every fuckin thing I write |
| Is gonna be analyzed by somebody white |
| Run motherfucker, hide motherfucker, trip motherfucker, die motherfucker |
| You don’t give love |
| And you won’t get loved |
| You don’t push |
| And you won’t get shoved |
| No joke |
| I ain’t here to laugh |
| I ain’t here to cry |
| But every night of the week |
| One of my homies die |
| Eeny meeny mynie moe |
| Blood’s pourin out the naps of your afro |
| It could be you |
| Could be you |
| Could be you |
| Could be your whole damn crew |
| It happens real quick |
| Screechin tires |
| Next thing you’re hit |
| Your body’s cold |
| Your body’s hot |
| You feel your chest |
| You gasp for breath |
| You’re shot |
| And now your homies is trippin' |
| Lookin for a gat to put they clip in |
| Street crime- |
| That’s the thing I bring, Ice T |
| I rap easy, I sing |
| They call it controversy |
| I call it truth with no mercy |
| The beats are phat Ammo Dump tracks |
| The kind that make speakers crack |
| Not made for squares |
| Or the weak punks |
| That made the bump trunks |
| Press- |
| Get the fuck out my fuckin face |
| I ain’t got no more time to waste |
| A ho is a ho, a bitch is a bitch, a nigga is a nigga |
| And that’s it |
| I’m through explainin the shit |
| You just makin me backtrack |
| The next duck reporter might get hit with a blackjack |
| Plus |
| Every one of my true fans |
| Totally understands |
| A nigga like me |