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Ice-T - Funky Gripsta lyrics
(Intro: Ice-T) Yeah, Ice-T nigga, Seventh Deadly Sin It's all about that hardcore mind Got my nigga Radzay, my nigga Bazaro, my girl Gripsta in the house We gonna do it for all the hardcore niggas out there like this... (Radzay) A hard hit makes a soft ass, that's what they told me huh! I'm totally gone, I'm in another zone nigga put me on this We layin' stick, my lyrics is heat Havin' visions of ritual mirrors inside my sleep - nigga peep I remember watchin' the news, dead people in jimmy bag I got a Nine nigga get me mad And watch me throw up razorblades and get to trippin' I'm cats and crippin', lickin' is civil like Jack the Ripper I'm on a mission drippin'-a-fog An when it sees a million motherfuckers deceased some of police are brutal hog, I'm actor-baitin' No hesitation to slice a motherfucker in thirty places Fuck a case - ain't leavin' traces here to Redder-Dip I'm aimin' a - automatic find a bitch I'm hangin' up Protainin' up, boss strangler, better save my mother Flat packs will end as brothers - the bloody covers Bloody gloves like Yo-J, AK's my brainwaves I'll strung a nigga all day to my dear play you won't be comin' back I put that on my dear pops when I blast a fierce drop My bloody mask revealin' Jason it's non-stop The cemetary is what you facin' My steel shot is smokin' like chainsaws, brains call recommend that you get your homies and watch your motherfuckin' game fall (Chorus) I only like my shit hardcore (Radzay, South Central L.A. nigga) I only like my shit hardcore I only like my shit hardcore I only like my shit hardcore (Ice-T) Prepare for the night that you never wanted These streets is taunted, blacked out impala with the big rims on it Hit'cha corner with the lights out, bitch it's on Duck down wit'cha kids, you know what you did Motherfuck what your niggas say, watch for the ricochet it's gonna be hard to hear much, once my trigger spray That's neither here nor there, just beware Cause when I bust off my gat flings like a roll flair You now listenin' to - the most hated and most loved at the same time cuz Ice nigga what the fuck you wanna do about a T Most'cha bitch niggas can't fuck with me Cause your chin-chalked talk I can see through Like you're rollin' in a phat V-12 Bulllshit - pull quick and have your shit cocked or dropped Keep a spare clip cause sometimes the shots don't stop It's motherfuckin' game to rap about, shits' for real Double action, ain't gotta cock back no more Got you bitch-ass niggas sweatin' like Taibo Rather lookin', in my face, I'm just checkin' my flow So, I advise you to keep it in the studio Your attittude, you don't wanna meet me dude My crews' like a fuckin' wild bunch of escaped beasts Like scientists, cross cells of apes and G's All the war - get you battle gear, black fatigues You talk shit, your crews' catch a casualty, uh! (Chorus) I only like my shit hardcore (Ice-T nigga, what?) I only like my shit hardcore I only like my shit hardcore I only like my shit hardcore (Bazaro) Aiyyo my style be official, I bust like a pistol Criminal - the issue, mad shit the nigga been through Peep now, system, handcuffs nigga listen Word up, robbin' white boys to buy blunts The representative - GorTek Assassin thought to be a stallion Yo I be splashin' Street Wars The hardcore Ambassador in a black four door Akaror, I attach yours The Marquise piece, gold teeth and medallion Heads I be sappin' like the grams I be baggin' Fightin' women, cut throat and tree smokin' Violatin', infiltratin', blunt bakin' Block regulatin', the cake, bake, a brick flippin' Green expedition thicker to body stickin' Bazaro, yo I got the hardcore flow I drop to put a rock from the Bronx y'all know (Chorus) I only like my shit hardcore (Bazaro, Boogie down Bronx baby) I only like my shit hardcore (Grip) On the mic, Grip be flexin' Who's next to wreck when I mic check, mic check I'm checkin' any verbal an' steppin' What the fuck nigga duck you ain't fuckin' with this Get touched cause I lust to bust when I clutch with the quickness, killin' lyricist when I spit this Who's next on my hitlist when I rip this Lyrically I'm material, the Rap War General droppin' hoes quicker than a syllable, yeah you killable Your style, unfillable, wishin' my shit was stillable I eel for the fuck of it, queen you know I'm lovin' it Dick, never suckin' it unless I see a buck in it You need the whip, cluck it kid, I'm furious Leavin' your crew delirious so you don't take it serious I'm guessin' you was serious about the West, none test I got the rep for my niggas on the shaw Got the ball, fuck the law and yep I wet 'em out As I proceed to spread 'em out and dead 'em out Spray 'em out, lay 'em out Ain't no surprise, come see me with four eyes Young Grip I'm a prize, prepare for you demise Recognize I put a hole in the local aforenor Nigga this is Coroner (Ice-T) Gripsta, Oakland, California I only like my shit hardcore... |
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