know why? Because it's spoken by the brother,whose name is spent with the "I" The C-E-T.,Cold Chillin' rhyme villain on the M-I-C. With raps roarin',
got my respect and you motherfuckin players (Players, players) To my man King Tee, seem like he cant think Without a drink but he's a player, he's a player Got to admit it, TLA, you a
souls and find The inside of a gangsta The inside of a gangsta The inside of a gangsta The inside of a gangsta The inside of a gangsta The inside of a gangsta The inside of a
our back window was removed by a shotgun Now Hen G was shot, Don caught a ricochet These motherfuckers was ill, they didn't come to play Bust a right
never ending in doubt Every confrontation K.O. knock out On his never ending journey to the T.O.P. The L.A. player M.C. Ice-T
? 38 hard brothers stood and stared at me There were only two words that I had to say P A Y, B A C K The car's loaded with a silence that could rape
can make a rhyme comlicated as a puzzle Dangerous and as violenl as a pit bull in a muzzle But this record is for radio s-t-e-r-e-o It not to be banned
Quick on the trigger,yo,I'm a gravedigger Drop off a a body and deep six'em in the river A nice talking psychopath All cops hunt the black male in a skimask
anyway We ain't down with nothin', I don't care what you say Yell or lie, don't even bother How low will a brother go for a dollar? Public Enemy broke a
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
shot a nigga in his neck for disrespect, caught a body Got a murder in Miami for a shoot-out at a party Got blood in my trunk from a punk who squealed
I done cut the braids, low cut, got my grown on Had a system label young money, money long long I be so L.A. got my chucks and my Locs on I was in
I don't make it, can't take it, hope the family will they aint crazy they don't know how insanity feel Don C just had a shorty so it's not that bad but
if you didn't have a gun But if you didn't had one you'd probably run; come come Now spit it from the tip of your tongue, a lil wisdom gives em somethin
' heat than a little bit We don't pull it out over little shit And if you catch a lick when I spit, then it won't be a little hit Go read a book you illiterate
to gain attention new dudes I can get you B E T and T R L too You wanna be in the public, send your budget Well fuck it, I ain't budgin' Young did it
to relax but I can't I lean up, ain't the L or the refer that steam up, that steam up It's my head stress to the point I get a fever Thinking bout the
shades on till the flash stops This for my L.A. girls getting them implants And all my D.C. girls getting them ass shots Got them for a reason shortie