ICE T FUCK IT LYRICS

Thanks to dalyricalmaster@tupac.com for these lyrics. (Intro: WC) Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang (Ice-T) Yeah 'sup with these niggas in the club lookin' at niggas crazy and shit (Word, yeah f**k them body-o's homes) Motherf**kers is faggots (call me nigga?) (Ice-T) Step back it's the ultimate nigga with the hot shit The last standin' man, smack you with my backhand The veteran-er-the games you claim to be in Let me begin, express it, explain the dilemma (Chorus: Ice-T) It's either them or us, niggas that bust Niggas who ride, niggas that'll kill for this side Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound (Ice-T) It's the National Pass Time, it's blast time - club's out Hit a nigga dead in his wig - F**K IT!! Niggas break ill, pop-drunks get the guns out Set the shit off with the full clips Niggas lookin' hard in the club - now whassup bitch? Whassup bitch?!! Pull your weapon if you got it I'da shot it, plus you never live with rockets Easy target, dug you out in the lot kid tried to dodge it, caught you all in the arm pit (Chorus: Ice-T) It's either them or us, niggas that bust Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound Hit a nigga dead in his wig - F**K IT!! It's either them or us, niggas that bust Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound Hit a nigga dead in his wig - F**K IT!! Yo, too many bitch-ass-niggas think they got a lot (El Sadiq) And I'ma dead these wannabe heads with consecutive shots Man, they smile up in you, griller wanna give you a pen Stick it to your crew like glue like they been down Man listen, kill that bull with the fake-ass handshakes You can slide by me with the rest of them damn snakes Flakin' like paper while I'm takin' my life serious You talkin' and playin', your whole antenna's mystevious But when the brother test you, murder and recieved no types of love Claimin' that you got juice with an ultimate ??? You think you got game, with that favour to your brain? F**K YA NAME!!! Stompin' the rut got yourself to blame I represent Castor - bring it to you live But cool and civilized, despise a nigga's livin' lies No alibi's I see the weakness in your eyes dun You wanna run? Plus ya scared to shoot a gun for fun You bust a couple of slugs off the rooftop My team, come and touch ya somethin', make ya crew drop My nigga ICE, twice as nice El Sadiq free shit but platinum mics Chorus: Ice-T) It's either them or us, niggas that bust Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound Hit a nigga dead in his wig - F**K IT!! It's either them or us, niggas that bust Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side Hit a nigga dead in his wig - F**K IT!! (Powerlord JEL) You wanna get live? Start scaubblin' with the bald-heads callin' them family, told 'em nothin' but the feds when the sunrise come six in the mornin'? That's the blue and red who be dead I'm maxin' like a wiseguy Know the John Gotti but I'm f**kin' up the body Everytime my poet thug at a party Ya wanna step to T, go through JEL first But remember where you see your homicide show rehearsed Check 'em tag-times like they do with a pencil No more solitary cause we mashin' in a Benzo Next who gettin' hitters talkin' shit cause we bit 'em Seven Deadly Sinner, problem-atic-rhyme-spitter You a quitter - but I'ma bomb steady If I was out of slugs, look out for Machette from ear to ear homes, it's clear, you'll be bleedin' Not me motherf**ker lifestyles I've been devin' It's either them or us, niggas that bust Chorus: Ice-T) Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound It's either them or us, niggas that bust Hit a nigga dead in his wig - F**K IT!! Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound Hit a nigga dead in his wig - F**K IT!! (Outro: Ice-T) Yeah, Ice-T nigga, El sadiq nigga You niggas really don't wanna get down Talk a lot of shit but you don't wanna get down JEL - Rhyme Poetic Mafia nigga Bitch-ass-niggas, hit a nigga dead in his wig F**K IT!!! Seventh...


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