Different, specifically I don't copy Tear up the track if the flow sounds sloppy I don't play one game I bust about a dozen cuts on my LPs, none the same I ain't new to this, I ain't
bright, smooth as Ice, sex and dust I'm 15 blocks deep in the foreign neighborhood Ante up the goods, Top Gun Ice-T in your neck of the woods Street
burst A lot of fans ain't shit, let me repeat, a lot of fans ain't shit Quick to flip if our group don't hit They don't make you nothin' but a pop ho
WHY THE KIDS HAD TO DIE KILLERS! these are the killers KILLERS! the coldhearted killers KILLERS! bloodthirsty killers KILLERS! beware of the killers Vietnam vet, home from the war Can't
and you're not to be misled They'll kill you in your fuckin' bed, they don't sell dope Yo, excuse me, yes, they do but they don't look that much like
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't
to write rhymes somethin' like them My boys said, ?That ain't you Ice? That shit sounds like them so I sat back thought up a new track Didn't fantasize
gettin dissed the same Won't speak on the Indians, shit's insane Fuck John Wayne I don't hate whites I just got a death wish for muthafuckas that ain't
chance, arm your whole damn crew I couldn't stop my fuckin' niggas if I wanted to [Chorus: Ice-T] There's no innocence allowed in these ghetto streets
Alot of y'all won't feel me, but some of y'all do I'll move at least a half a mill of this before I'm through That ain't the most, but I've done this
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
of life So don't diss me don't dare,I feel you should care You may think I'm soft but you're just unaware Of the wrath of the Ice enraged prepare For
muthafuckin bear trap Ice muthafuckin T Before hoes gee they need two forms of I.D. Never fess, not the best, but I'm hard to shake Huh, watch the Ice
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
. Ed Cheat on your man ma, that's how you get ahizzead Killer wit the beat, I know killers in the street Wit the steel that'll make you feel like Chinchilla in the heat So don't
in but don't touch the phone ya heard me? money come money go i know but everytime i flow it's mo money fa sho ya heard me? in the street niggas sayin
metaphors and riddle out this motherfucker Work second floors, hospital out this motherfucker Some how we gotta get up out this motherfucker Some day the cops will kill a motherfucker I don't