your back, boy [ Ice-T ] Yo So we bout to get outta here Seems like the police is outside, man (Yo Ice, man, they got King Tee, Aladdin and Islam) What, the police
to a gun and made a little girl And I'm still thuggin' wit' my niggas tryna' keep it real And I'm still doin' for my mother and I'm payin' bills Look
need to go back to work again." Joey, Joey, King of the streets, child of clay. Joey, Joey, What made them want to come and blow you away? The police
about Now there goes the neighborhood Photo chick made to look sickly Is standin' in her panties in the shower She plays the guitar in the bathroom While the police dust her mother
said, "What's wrong? This shirt cost twenty dollars" I said, "Mom, this shirt is plaid with a butterfly collar" The next half hour was the same old thing My mother
don't kill people, it's just rap Guns don't kill people, rappers do (Summon the police) Woop woop woop Guns don't kill people, rappers do (Summon the police
me for my license registration Where the fuck do I work? What the fuck is my occupation? Well, I'm an MC, I'm down with the Fugees Mother Mary caught
water. A fire in the sky. Smoke on the water. [Sex (I'm a...)/Berlin] (I'm a man) I'm a boy. (I'm a man) Well, I'm your mother. (I'm a man) I'm a one
' and take to it back A hustlin' little brother with crack But now I grind a little bit harder Harder my niggaz stories in order See, it was hard for me momma My mother
as I can, I take the jingle But I'm for the counting mother fucking four All sales are final ain't no refund in this mother fucker This mother fucking
you gotta do [do what you gotta do]. Krayzie [with Niko]: Now if y'all feelin' me, let's get down and tear the roof off the mother. Shoot the muthafuckas
longer our brothers and sisters, it is no longer our children. Tonight is not the beginning, it is the rejuvination of a revolution, the revolution that our mothers
your motherfucking killa I want you to witness your motherfucking murda nigga And since you want to kill then your ass has gots to fry But ain't no police
hate yo guts Mad he didn't double up, and that Lifestyle bust Ya lifestyle fucked, ya duckin, every corner tryna clap at you Plus fuck ya mother, the
my son My duece is my gun, and my fear is to have none 'cuz I refuse to run And for my honor I'd die, and for my mother I'd lie My heart done got hard
this motherfuckin' bullet These niggas got some pussy in 'em See I got them pissin' in they denim Man you fuckin' with a stash raper, duct taper Fuck you police
Maintained in the game, and I?m so amazed Only Jews that we got was advice From the brothers that been through it But I can ask my mother she?s been
Block the place where gees get knocked, locked up Get out come home for a week and get re-knocked You dont even see cops, hiphop police dont even stop