my rhymes with blood upon a butcher knife You say, "The Ice is ill", an' ill I am They try to ban my shit and I don't give a damn Roll up, your eye will
mind, see the point of the ice pick I stand tall, while my brothers still choose to crawl Black power, it's in effect you all, but you don't understand
bet One DEA wouldn't roll, we pulled his tongue through his neck Just a message to the rest, don't test Housing developments are built on the bodies Of punks who wouldn't
't let me be the dealer The Ice, cool as water, hard as stone The black mack of the microphone Talkin' shit the way I do Rhyme Pays, the posse grew Did you like Power
Party! (Okay party people in the house) --> MC Ricky D/Slick Rick [ INTRO: Ice-T ] Yo yo, in the place to be My name is MC Ice-T I got the Rhyme Syndicate
I'm back motherfucker, Ice-T 1991 fool Told you, you should've killed me last year Once again I'm back in the place to be The I, the C, the E, the T
I ain't want to panic I say that I'm in the zone but they don't understand it Physically I'm here but mentally I'm on another planet And it only kinda
ain't on a JB song with me I be tryna chill They be trying to side with the thrill No pun intended Was raised by the power of Will Like Luke with the
all I gotta say Can't see you lil *****, the money in the way And I'm, I'm sittin high, a gansta ride blazin' If you ain't gon' ride fly then you might
you, devils, angels We the ones who say what you can and what you cain't do Respect, power, kush, sour Haze, airy, pills, powder Gangstas, varmints, ice
that job or not You'd better keep it on ice while you're lining up your long shot Which is to say, hey hey, keep your day job Don't give it away, keep
Our shit don't mix like llao and lukewarm water Better make it hotter splash ice and watch it rock up I oughta duct tape your infant daughter Show y'all
tape The power by Snap made my cock and balls ache So remember kids to the head double-tap Guns don't kill people, it's just rap Guns don't kill people
started The ghette south eight is my hood and my hearts with the... Chorus: Ghetto, Ghetto. I can't get out of here Ghetto Nigga Ghetto I can't get out
dope fiends and hustlers But silence is golden, and the streets don't talk Don't let shit slide, 'cause beef don't walk We attack hoes, fuck a nigga
, trying to pretend you gonna win Headlock, show the block kid counterattack Dunn of mine stay connect, 4th Disciple trife Ain't nuthin ice cream, kid
always on my way I don't look back now We don't look back now It takes power to walk on We walk the borderline Crossing those ice-cold waters We jump
't use your fist, use your brain Don't use your fist, use your brain Don't use your fist, use your brain Don't use your fist, use your brain Mind power