Meet me in the trial ! Its goin down ! Meet me in the mall ! Its goin down ! Meet me in the club ! Its goin down ! Anywhere ya meet me garenteed its goin
Thanks to jhsantos@sol.com.br for these lyrics. That's DJ Evil E, Islam creates the beats 1-2, 1-2-1-2-3, I'm the emcee called Ice-T You girls look so
A man took an ad on T.V. To enrol in the police academy He's very talented, outstanding proof From his clean-cut apperance to the shine on his boots When
' Because I be layin' rhymes super sly,'cause this is do or die Make it or break it,although most emcees do fake it I'll say the ICE can't take it,time
E V I L E and Ice T are on a jack move Layin' down the dope groove, smokin' those who disapprove Wreckin' the deck, you'll regret if you cross punk Rollin
{Yo yo Ice whats poppin' G I'm just coolin' out Shinning Mac, I was listening to your demo tapes Yo man you sound kinda hyped man, yo' gonna blow up this
Yo, yo, what's up, this is MC Ice T I'm here to kick off the M.V.P.S for the 90's You know I'm talkin' about my most valuable player Buddies, ya, know
Yo, Ice, you been down with the struggle for a long time, man Why don't you drop some knowledge for these brothers Who want to get involved in this war
make my bank roll bigger Say what you will, I'm the fool on the hill With the pool, jacuzzi, laser-beam Uzi Niggas in LA know, the Ice don't play I'
Yeah, this is Ice-T I'ma slow it down for a minute I wanna talk to all the ladies out there I got my man J-ell in the house I got a message I wanna send
Midnight chillin' at A.M-P.M Coolin', drinkin' apple juice in Evil's BM The sound's up loud to attract attention Armored tires on a lowered suspension
', about never ending in doubt Every confrontation K.O. knock out On his never ending journey to the T.O.P. The L.A. player M.C. Ice-T
It's been a long time since I hit you with freestyle High tech selections from the vaults of the ice files Kick back relax and watch as I melt wax Don
Yeah, ah, Ice-T back in that ass, return of the real Muthafuckas fakin' and frontin' like they don't know what time it is Niggas on the streets ain't
Chorus 2x] "You gotta make the money first" "Then when you get the money, you get the power" "Then when you get the power, Then you get the woman" [Ice
shit was goin' down Dreamt about ripping the mic with my own sound So I tried to write rhymes somethin' like them My boys said, ?That ain't you Ice? That
Deuce, deuce revolver was my problem solver Had a def girl, really didn't wanna involve her In the life of a gangster, use to rob bankster But now I'm
Hustler word I pull the trigger long Grit my teeth spray till every nigga's gone Got my block sewn armored dope spots Last thing I sweat's suc-suc-sucka