type publicity They don't think twice, about dissin' me But that's a mistake, with tha syndicate you shoudn't mess I hope those punk reporters wear vests Personal Take that personal
hype-type publicity They don't think twice,about dissin' me But that's a mistake,with tha SYNDICATE you shoudn't mess I hope those punk reporters wear vests! Personal Take that personal
Translation: Ice-t. Personal.
Translation: T Ice. Personal.
I said If you don't wanna get dead No, it ain't no cure, ice cold in the low, the gorilla The mo' scrilla the more real-la, I live to rule Don't hold
For bricks or snow, niggaz will fuck you like a dirty hoe Kick yo' door and put you and your babies on the floor See you in public fuck who with you let the thang go A nigga tell you don't let business turn personal
won't know their name Gangsters to the max,all marks will be taxed These girls drive FERRARIS not CADILLACS Respect is demanded,most men don't understand
of the year, drinks is on the house The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight Look at how I'm chillin', I'm killin' this ice You don't even gotta bring ya
back of our hand We watch for cops hoppin' out the back of van Wear a G on my chest, I don't need that for damn This ain't a sewn outfit homes, homes
, holler back, money ain't a thang Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam And to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang Put it down
grow You thinking he can give you wealth, but so Young boys, you can use a lot of help, you know You thinking life's all about smoking weed and ice You don't wanna be my age and can't
in rap As a music dude, I mastered this Rubik's Cube Godzilla, fought Gargantua, eyes glued to the tube Was a, long time ago, John Boy Ice Geronimo po
**** Yeah, we just come outta nowhere I feel like a Black Republican, money I got comin' in Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them Can't
, trying to pretend you gonna win Headlock, show the block kid counterattack Dunn of mine stay connect, 4th Disciple trife Ain't nuthin ice cream, kid
with me Dog nigga, Ghost nigga, hop the bar with the toast nigga It's like the Lord getting close nigga It's personal, now we gotta smoke niggaz It's personal
on deck holla stacks on deck stacks on deck verse 1: i got money cars clothes ice step off in this
