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Ice-T The Seventh Deadly Sin Eye of the Storm Thanks to dalyricalmaster@tupac.com for these lyrics. (Intro: KAM) Aiyyo this is Kam representin' Watts in Compton (Buckshot Shorty) Anything can happen Don't stop, huh, ha, huh, uh, yeah, shit (Buckshot, Ice-T) Buckshot, he be the emcee What, watch your step (Buckshot Shorty) Can I hear it for Buckshot? (Buckshot) Buck's hot, spell it and yell it but the shit don't stop It be hot, y'all niggas is worthless in the money market I'm buck you ain't worth shit, nigga what? Think about it, shorty what you drivin' stoned by your daddy Oops, you almost had me, geesed up until I saw the truth And one day I see you standin' at a token booth It was on a hot wet night, I think it was a Saturday Right after that party that he lead out down the way Gunshots spread - everyday, all day (fuck!) D.T.'s rushed the party in 2K Buck - The Beef be - fled the scene right before the cops and the Swats came with the triple beam Uh, shit is real you know how we do when the young niggas peel out Don't squeal (*undecipherable*) (Ice-T) If you niggas don't know you should know by now Ice got more game than the law allows Straight up - the biggest baller in the industry Went straight from pimpin' hoes on the NBC Do you feel me? I dealed it, ace off the bottom Hoe's got 'em, I'm the one you just can't fade Rolex in the tenth grade, hair was laid Everything I wore to school baby was tailor made Shot dice in the bathroom on my knees I'll roll across the break and break that ass with these Start hittin' jewel-liks, re-investin' in ki's Drop the top on the flo', let you feel the breeze (Buckshot Shorty) Trees make my eyes bleed I come from an ill breed Thoroughbred born from a strong seed Led by a bunch of individuals (Ali) Uh, criminals to generals - this is like wow! Look at how my brain ay blew you out the frames twist of fate cause you say the same shit now The Local Mobb Grill and let y'all niggas know I'm dead I'm serious, somebody can get killed Wait for the fire drill and when you start to smell the smoke run nigga Buck ain't no joke I'll buck a shot at your zipped up coat Chop the throat like a blow from Judo, nigga you know (Ice-T) Is it new year God? I'm comin' back mad-hard Movin' harder than a convict with a shack in the yard New Jacks wanna hear me rap beggin' for freestyle skills I've served so many rappers I can make a land field fool You've doubt for a mic dude, the Ice is a jewel Fuck rules , I got more pool than a mule Matter of fact, never comprehend the styles I sin I've been breakin', annihilate fakes and tens See I'm a nigga from the West Side cheered I peel libs What prayin' that you do hill when I all ready did Like your girl gotta admit she was a sexy bitch But I hit it with the Gin so my nuts don't itch (Whta, what, what?) (Buckshot Shorty) Buck's got ya locked, body drawn like pit bulls We don't give a fuck if we have to pull, click, shit Brooklyn niggas is known to rep-resent Any nigga happened that's why I left Niggas get strep-throats, throats get strepped Get your shit taken then your shit is kept Uh, shit in a step, if not got your back broke Plus ya jaw tapped, snapped your 'Adams Ap' It's just a fact that niggas ain't shit Ain't shit like Egyptians, nigga trippin' Beenie-eyed, never slippin', I'm grippin' the four-twenty Motherfuck the bullshit talk - where the money? Years ago, a friend of me ask me to start up a company Duck Down's the name, rap music is the aim Lyrically I bring the pain and lock the game with no padlock and chain Some said that Buck went bust But when I came out, I left 'em all in the dust Look at your sound scam, original brown man Makin' million everytime I drop a jam (Ice-T) Nigga duck, DJ drop the cut, huh 250 niggas throw they sets up L.A. style, nigga what? (West Side!!) If you've never seen it before they'll put a knot in your gut Stand up, check your areas your group, your troops These gang killers is real plus they, off the loot Proceedin' to leave a nigga bleedin' They love to fuck up in a frenzy, let fuckin' sharks feed me Bitches start screamin' and stampedin' Thank God it's evening, I didn't leave the burner in the B.M. Where my nigga Buck, nobody seen him Probably in the Eye Of The Storm where the ill perform, perform, perform... |
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