Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Watch The Ice Break, artist - Ice T. Album song Home Invasion, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Watch The Ice Break |
It’s goin down |
From the Ammo Dump |
I got my nigga SLJ and DJ Aladdin |
Droppin the fat tracks |
Hit em with it |
Syndicate’s in the muthafuckin house |
All duck MC’s get flat, muthfuckas |
Yeah |
And it’s still me |
A rappin brother from L.A., the cool T |
Diss a brother, hate a brother, I still come back |
With the fat tracks, fuck the pop crap |
I got a mind to cold diss a fool |
Wack rappers sellin out urge me to pull tools |
For no reason |
Pop suckers hookin for hits like hoes skeezin |
Prostitutes that can’t shoot, yet you clock loot |
Dancesteps with the weak styles, but you look cute |
Bitch, that shit’s wack |
Let Hammer dance, and you other fools ease back |
The microphone in some twist in a clenched fist |
Mind locked on ??? |
load of my hit list |
And make duck rappers pray |
Many talk shit, but none step this way |
Cause I’m quick to beat down a weak clown |
Clock crazy juice from L.A. to the Boogie Down |
I play the whole map |
Got hoes locked like a muthafuckin bear trap |
Ice muthafuckin T |
Before hoes gee they need two forms of I. D |
Never fess, not the best, but I’m hard to shake |
Huh, watch the Ice break |
Watch the Ice break |
Yo, let’s see now who’s tryin to diss me |
Say I sold out cause I rocked with the B. C |
Y’all are bitches, you’re straight wack |
Quick to talk shit, but always behind the back |
I do whatever I wanna do, punk ho |
I rock a perm, you rock an afro |
I wear khakis, while y’all wear silk |
Y’all drink forties, and I drink milk |
Cause that’s my muthafuckin biz |
I never sell out, cause it’s no sale, kid |
Hardcore to my heart from the fuckin start |
Whether done over beats or loud guitars |
I drop the dope hits |
Case you forgot, I invented this gangsta shit |
You wanna step to me? |
New jack, walk |
Come back in five LP’s, then we can talk |
You’re just new, kid, you got a hit out |
In interviews you talk a lotta shit out |
You got paid, you really made out |
You went broke when your one jam played out |
Now you’re searchin for that one more hit |
Shhhiiit |
I ain’t new to this, I got gangs of gold |
I come original, then I break the mold |
Too many MC’s hit, then fold |
They’re just fakes |
Hah, watch the Ice break |
Watch the Ice break |
Yeah |
Syndicate jumpin off 1993 |
On some old fly smooth shit |
All the muthfuckas out there down with us |
You know what I’m sayin? |
We’re rollin strong |
All the busters out there that got some static to say |
We’re settin this shit off physically this year |
Like KRS-One says: |
Sucker MC’s duck down |
Muthafuckas ain’t takin no shit |
I’m swingin on busters, point-blank |
Diss me and it’s on |
Straight up |
Now it’s the break of dawn |
And the mic is still on |
All hoes are fuckin and the rhymes are damn strong |
Many MC’s that choke from the mic smoke |
Those who tried to get with me |
Lost in rhyme infinity |
Or they lost breath |
Try to step to the Ice equals sure death |
Cause?? |
it's then I begin? |
than you ever assume |
Drop the mic, go rap in your living room |
I love the quick kill |
Swing on a nigga sometimes just to break ill |
Knuckle up, buster, fool, in his fuckin eye |
All hands, I need no gun, yo punk, why? |
Cause if I pull my gun, you die |
No second try |
I gotta cool out now, so I don’t over-freeze |
Nut up and start murderin MC’s |
Start catchin bodies from state to state |
Throw on a ski mask and walk the streets late |
And do me up a whole damn crew |
The Geto Boys was trippin, but my mind’s trickin me too |
Cause diss me, and I meet you one day |
And bet your life it won’t be a fun day |
I hope, nigga, it’s not your fate |
That you’re around when the Ice breaks |
When the Ice breaks |