Escape the killing fields Escape the killing fields Escape the killing fields Escape the killing fields Here we go I'm movin' off death row You gotta
Yo, Ice, man, we halfway done with the album, man You been throwing all this strong dope, stupid fly, pimp shit But what's up with the sex rhymes You
Let me tell ya a little story 'bout my homeboy Ed Use to drink every day, straight 40's to the head You try to snap on him, he'd ask what you said You
data like intel Pentium So follow me, I blame sovereignty for God we bust Top Gun, move bright, smooth as Ice, sex and dust Ante up the goods, Top Gun Ice
[CJ Mac] I still sell around the club, grips and bloods and hoodrats, all around me Ain't nobody guards, but ain't nobody tryin' to clown me Hehe, my
{Upon initial contact with Ice-T's music I had envisioned him to be an ill mannered and psychologically Unstable man with an extremely uneducated and
got an S on your chest You better wear two vests Watch your back, your front I always hit, don't bunt Crazy posse When I'm on a duck hunt Emcee Ice-T
Bunch of players listenin to the seventh deadly sin Short dawg is doin his thing with my nigga ice-t Dont fake the funk [ice-t] Ice-t baby, this goes
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
Ayo, Ice, man I'm working on this term paper for college What's the First Amendment? Freedom of Speech, that's some motherfucking bullshit You say the
Yeah, Ice-T nigga, seventh deadly sin It's all about that hardcore mind Got my nigga Radzay, my nigga Bazaro My girl Gripsta in the house We gonna do
Yeah, right about now Motherfuckers is layin for a nigga like me, Ice-T To bust some freestyle shit but I don't do that I just cold lounge up here at
6'N the morning' police at my door Fresh adidas squerk across the bathroom floor Out the back window I make a escape Don't even get a chance to grab my
Yo nigga your moma got two feet growin' out of titties Bitch fell down and kept runnin' Off to the studio late night It's time to cut another track It
, get, get, get your moneyman (Ice-T baby) Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman (Chorus: Ice-T) Rock your hammers back cussers
't connect to the New York streets So we took the bandanas and we tied 'em up Roll up in the studio and laid it rough ! Ice Cube and them niggaz with
this poison's name was Ice Although, others have told different stories, no matter Who or what invented the monster, their souls would be forever Damned to Hell" [Ice
It's goin' down, yo the girl got a gun, best run Because she's quick to flip and empty out the clip And make a man understand where she's comin' from