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
lips Now its on, on site, if I see you I'mma sin ya If I catch you in traffic I'mma gift ya somethin in ya Letcha battle with death for the prize of life
(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
showed no mercy, he rapped blood thirsty Battling from Friday on through to Thursday Never losin', about never ending in doubt Every confrontation K.O. knock out On
rock it, stock it, fans buy it People that never heard of Ice-T try it Then you try to diss? You got gall I got gold on my neck and gold on my wall Gold
the Ice Or some young MC asks me for advice But there will always be rappers who hate Ice T Maybe I dogged 'em in a battle or just jealousy Inevitable
s in the house Yeah,Body count's in the house Yeah,Zulu Nation's in the house Yeah,Ice T's in the house,yeah (verse one) You go on and on and you don
Divine is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? (Party!) Yo yo, I'm about to kick this party up, is that alright? [ ROUND 1: Ice-T ] Yo, Yo, MC Ice on
ass nigga, that's yo ass nigga 50 cent gem star watch how it slash niggas From the forehead To the Adams apple I'm a Battle Man, you a Battle Rapper
battle me then playa say so Uh uh on, uh uh on, uh uh uh uh, uh uh on And it?s uh uh on, uh uh on, uh uh uh uh uh uh uh Let me tell you what I'm all
' right While I was raised on my fuckin' life I did my time on them corners, now I lead the fuckin' life Large dollars, guns and ice Is nothin' you know
next to me Aight crew? (No doubt Pun) Aight then, let's fight then I'm hyphened, comin' with the thunder and the lightning Invitin' the comp, ice on
without you, I'm for war Some shit worth dying for, ah, huh Yo, you want hot soup, I got shit like up on in attica Guns ridiculous like battle star
be trusted He tried to battle me and found self-destruction 2 Live Crew, 2 li-2 li-2 Live Crew Bus-bust a rhyme, bus-bust a rhyme Bus-bust a rhyme, Fresh-fresh Kid Ice
gets kidnapped should'a have too late put in halfs been confiscated now your whole domain is isolated imprisoned on the turf ya been on for long
I've been lurking deep in the shadows Gathering artillery for the battle Now, on the front line I stand, microphone in my right hand Left foot on the
party start jumping And the beat start knocking And the cuties on the dance floor Out there popping Go gurl, go gurl, go gurl Go on get your money up
