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Ice-T - Watch the Ice Break lyrics
Thanks to jostmatt@bluewin.ch for these lyrics. It's goin down From the Ammo Dump I got my nigga SLJ and DJ Aladdin Droppin the fat tracks Hit em with it Syndicate's in the muthafuckin house All duck MC's get flat, muthfuckas Yeah 1993 And it's still me A rappin brother from L.A., the cool T Diss a brother, hate a brother, I still come back With the fat tracks, fuck the pop crap I got a mind to cold diss a fool Wack rappers sellin out urge me to pull tools For no reason Pop suckers hookin for hits like hoes skeezin Prostitutes that can't shoot, yet you clock loot Dancesteps with the weak styles, but you look cute Bitch, that shit's wack Let Hammer dance, and you other fools ease back The microphone in some twist in a clenched fist Mind locked on ???? load of my hit list And make duck rappers pray Many talk shit, but none step this way Cause I'm quick to beat down a weak clown Clock crazy juice from L.A. to the Boogie Down I play the whole map Got hoes locked like a 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 break Watch the Ice break Yo, let's see now who's tryin to diss me Say I sold out cause I rocked with the B.C. Y'all are bitches, you're straight wack Quick to talk shit, but always behind the back I do whatever I wanna do, punk hoe I rock a perm, you rock an afro I wear khakis, while y'all wear silk Y'all drink forties, and I drink milk Cause that's my muthafuckin biz I never sell out, cause it's no sale, kid Hardcore to my heart from the fuckin start Whether done over beats or loud guitars I drop the dope hits Case you forgot, I invented this gangsta shit You wanna step to me? New jack, walk Come back in five LP's, then we can talk You're just new, kid, you got a hit out In interviews you talk a lotta shit out You got paid, you really made out You went broke when your one jam played out Now you're searchin for that one more hit Shhhiiit I ain't new to this, I got gangs of gold I come original, then I break the mold Too many MC's hit, then fold They're just fakes Hah, watch the Ice break Watch the Ice break Yeah Syndicate jumpin off 1993 On some old fly smooth shit All the muthfuckas out there down with us You know what I'm sayin? We're rollin strong All the busters out there that got some static to say We're settin this shit off physically this year Like KRS-One says: Sucker MC's duck down Muthafuckas ain't takin no shit I'm swingin on busters, point-blank Diss me and it's on Straight up Now it's the break of dawn And the mic is still on All hoes are fuckin and the rhymes are damn strong Many MC's that choke from the mic smoke Those who tried to get with me Lost in rhyme infinity Or they lost breath Try to step to the Ice equals sure death Cause ??it's then I begin?? than you ever assume Drop the mic, go rap in your living room I love the quick kill Swing on a nigga sometimes just to break ill Knuckle up, buster, fool, in his fuckin eye All hands, I need no gun, yo punk, why? Cause if I pull my gun, you die No second try I gotta cool out now, so I don't over-freeze Nut up and start murderin MC's Start catchin bodies from state to state Throw on a ski mask and walk the streets late And do me up a whole damn crew The Geto Boys was trippin, but my mind's trickin me too Cause diss me, and I meet you one day And bet your life it won't be a fun day I hope, nigga, it's not your fate That you're around when the Ice breaks When the Ice breaks |
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