Ice T - Ice M.f. T Lyrics

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Yeah 1993 i'm back motherfucker this is ice t

Got my nigga ice cube in the motherfuckin' house

Yeah up here in the ammo dump studios i got my

Nigga aladdin slj's in the motherfuckin' place

Behind the mixin' boards we about to do dis shit like this here

It's goin' down tonight in l.a. buckshot and uzis spray

Microphone blowa the bitch checka

The ho wrecka ice motherfuckin' t

Nigga step to me but grab ya hoes quick

'cause the syndicate's throwin' that crazy dick

Punk motherfuckers run up you'll get done up

We'll have your ass gunned up before sun up

So what's the color i'm raggin'?

Been a millionaire for years still saggin'

Left pocket's stuffed with the ?

.380 in my right so it sags a little bit

More than the rest of my gear when i'm on tour i empty clips

Bust lips and break jaws 'cause i love to loc up

So punk motherfucker don't choke up

When you're talkin' to me

Ice ice motherfuckin' t ice ice motherfuckin' t

Ice ice motherfuckin' t ice ice motherfuckin' t

Bush quayle and clinton got a problem with me

The motheruckin' t i give less than a fuck about

Any of them or their fuckin' police friends

They'd like to take me out make me a goner

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They even tryin' to sweat time warner why?

For tellin' the truth to the youth

That a lot of motherfuckers are hot

And want police shot? you can't stop the shock?

The fires are out but the coals are still hot

I got juice to bring pain you tryin' to fuck

With the ice are you insane?

This shit is bigger than me be warned

It's the calm before the storm

And every fuckin' thing i write

Is gonna be analyzed by somebody white

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Ice ice motherfuckin' t ice ice motherfuckin' t

Run motherfucker hide motherfucker

Rip motherfucker die motherfucker

You don't give love and you won't get loved

You don't push and you won't get shoved

No joke i ain't here to laugh

I ain't here to cry but every night of the week

One of my homies die eeny meeny mynie moe

Blood's pourin' out the naps of your afro

It could be you could be you

Could be you could be your whole damn crew

It happens real quick screechin' tires

Next thing you're hit your body's cold

Your body's hot you feel your chest

You gasp for breath you're shot

And now your homies is trippin'

Lookin' for a gat to put they clip in

Street crime that's the thing i bring

Ice t i rap sing they call it controversy

I call it truth with no mercy

The beats are phat ammo dump tracks

The kind that make speakers crack

Not made for squares or the weak punks

That made the bump trunks

press get the fuck out my fuckin' face

I ain't got no more time to waste

A ho is a ho a bitch is a bitch a nigga is a nigga

And that's it i'm through explainin' the shit

You just makin' me backtrack the next duck

Reporter might get hit with a blackjack

Plus every one of my true fans totally understands

A nigga like me

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