her knees She took me home, she turned me out But before sunrise she said I must leave It was a cold chill on a summer night Never thought the girlie wouldn't
riches Don't compare me when you hear me I stay true, and when I'm through, it'll pay dearly Dre's a giant, no question, but what I question Is how now
snow storm I freeze if I don't sleep below the ice for my blanket Thank earth for its hidden treasures And now I'm takin' drastic measures Yo I came
? How much killin' and murderin' mayhem more can we stand Before we fold black man, so take a stand Listen up drug dealer, whassup with that? Hope I don't
the modern preachers Crack beepers, yes knowledgeable preachers But that didn't effect, the Chubbster I'm from Brooklyn, so I have a little hustler In my blood when I
in the thighs can tuck that i stay on my grind i buss back if must, I stay on my grind its b- to the r- a-t trust that I'm crazy JD pays me im such an
you being you It must be us that must enter those gates and We must know just what to do [Chorus] [Aceyalone] First I grab my, weapon then I
I'm the king of rock, there is none higher Sucker MC's should call me sire To burn my kingdom, you must use fire I won't stop rockin' till I retire Now
flames burnt out --- Instrumental --- I trusted you Our love would stand Your every wish Was my command My heart tells me I must forget I loved you then I
And I was told in school I was a fool And money I'd never gain none But I used my flow as a tool, they was cruel Said I'd be no rapper, but I did work
try and mimic But they just can't get it No, they don't have their mind on it I don't hear no soul in it They don't have they heart in it We gone put
are you?) I circle like sharks while y'all panic I cruise the Atlantic Y'all think I'm spaced out Human from the earth planet That's right, tomorrow I
baby nuts I don't know why y'all think y'all slick I don't know what rapper down wit your click I don't know one bitch on your dick And I don't know
t call me back But i just paged my auntie --You ain't got to lie ta kick it-- [Ice Cube] Tell your mama, tell your daddy, tell your auntie --You ain't
? 'Cause named Stan Run around town in the plush Benz van Ice all around his Rolex band But runnin his mouth bout his credit card scams Yeah jerk that nigga, I
young population I wonder, I wonder, can I change the nation? It's futile, so I try, yes, hoping, yeah, maybe But I can't sit home and write, 'Ice, Ice