[Ice-T] Godfather's in the house.. Grab yo' bitches Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy man (repeat 4X) Take a look at me, everything I own's iced out Pimp
Burn so crooked (Crooked) The poet likes to spit (Spit) Kareem, that's my dog Life behind the walls Nigga, life behind the walls Yeah, welcome to Oz,
Where it at, where it at Where it at, where it at Where it at, where it at Oh do he rhyme with a slug from the shots in his face or Do he rhyme wit a
Just blaze I spit an' reload things since livin' was gold rings Fuck a piece of the pie, nigga, gimme the whole thing I done seen death, seen less, seen
Uh huh, uh huh, Brooklyn, Vietnam What you, uh, yeah, uh, come on Oh no, big Shyne Po Back in the motherfuckin' heezy for sheezy Gimme a tech that don
[Shyne] Yeah, yeah This ones for my Brooklyn playboys This ones for my L.A. playboys This ones for my Chi-town playboys ATL, down south NC, SC Where you
Shit, sometimes man, be contemplating Yo, living in hell, die, might be better Walk through the shadow of death, my out pissing Rebel, laughing at the
No, we don't need no more trouble We ain't the problem nigga We don't need no more trouble, no more trouble I ain't the problem Solve me, if I am ever
Gyeah, gyeah, walk with me, come on Gyeah, it's like New York's been soft Ever since my nigga, Shyne, been sittin' in prison Yeah, check it Sip things
Swizz, Po Respect our gangsta, nigga Lay down What you know 'bout rollin' out? Big Tecs, big vests, hollow tips all up in that kid neck Po live it up
Hey! Yeah! po For all my niggas locked under the cell this gangsta mash All my niggas turn this shit up in Heaven While niggas was alive it was hell Gotta
Yeah Shyne Gangland Huh, Murder Inc Alright Turn the beat up I seek you Okay I see ya Ma in ya thousand dollar weave, masterpiece Diamond face on ya
Lets get it clear, Brooklyn, Vietnam Yo yo, live from the seven-one-eight y'all Lay down nigga It's the ill Na Na Cut ya dick off put it in ya mouth y
Uh uh, uh, uh Ayo, Mac 10's and fake friends Lawyers little game homicide 25 with the fuckin' nigga face 'em But I'm still trill, still holdin' Rollin
Feel me a home to crawl inside of you And lay this heart unsure And I'm sick of your sores, ye-eah But I'll always stay sitting, Well I'll go... And
Always caring always mine still always listening for what isn't there it just isn't there at all The smallest doubt can swell and grow all hope can shrink
Come on, take it back, 70's style I'll do anything All y'all old school studio 54ers That's my word There's nothing in the world that I won't do I'll
