It's down From the Dump I got my SLJ and DJ Aladdin Droppin the fat Hit em it in the muthafuckin house All duck get flat, muthfuckas
And it's me A rappin brother from L.A., the T Diss a brother, hate a brother, I still come With the fat tracks, fuck the pop I got a mind to cold a fool Wack rappers sellin out me to pull tools For no Pop suckers hookin for like hoes skeezin Prostitutes that shoot, yet you clock loot with the weak styles, but you look cute Bitch, that wack Let Hammer dance, and you other fools ease The in some twist in a clenched fist Mind locked on load of my hit list And make rappers pray Many talk shit, but none step way Cause I'm to beat down a weak clown Clock crazy juice from L.A. to the Down I the whole map Got hoes locked like a bear trap Ice T Before hoes gee they need two of I.D. Never fess, not the best, but I'm to shake Huh, the Ice break
the Ice break
Yo, let's see now who's tryin to me Say I sold out cause I with the B.C. Y'all are bitches, you're straight Quick to talk shit, but behind the back I do whatever I wanna do, hoe I rock a perm, you an afro I khakis, while y'all wear silk Y'all drink forties, and I milk Cause my muthafuckin biz I sell out, cause it's no sale, kid Hardcore to my from the fuckin start Whether done over beats or loud I the dope hits Case you forgot, I this gangsta shit You wanna step to me? New jack, back in five LP's, then we can talk You're new, kid, you got a hit out In you talk a lotta shit out You got paid, you made out You went broke when your one jam out Now you're searchin for one more hit I new to this, I got gangs of gold I come original, I break the mold Too many hit, then fold just fakes Hah, watch the Ice
Watch the Ice
Syndicate jumpin off On some old fly shit All the muthfuckas out there with us You know what I'm We're strong All the out there that got some static to say We're settin this shit off physically year Like KRS-One Sucker MC's duck Muthafuckas takin no shit I'm swingin on busters, Diss me and on up
Now it's the of dawn And the mic is on All hoes are fuckin and the rhymes are strong MC's that choke from the mic smoke Those who tried to get me Lost in infinity Or they lost Try to step to the Ice equals sure Cause ??it's then I begin?? than you ever Drop the mic, go rap in your room I love the quick Swing on a nigga sometimes just to ill up, buster, fool, in his fuckin eye All hands, I no gun, yo punk, why? Cause if I my gun, you die No try I cool out now, so I don't over-freeze Nut up and murderin MC's Start catchin from state to state on a ski mask and walk the streets late And do me up a damn crew The Boys was trippin, but my mind's trickin me too diss me, and I meet you one day And bet your life it be a fun day I hope, nigga, it's not fate you're around when the Ice breaks
When the Ice