to pump yo' brakes Keep a heater nigga need for them restless snakes Right in my face caught a case tryin' to defend my space Dodging snitches police niggaz jumping state to state What kind of nigga run his mouth and snitch out everybody? The kind
, A nigga lost so bad it was my worst math, Look like the shit you put off in a bird bath, What cud I say even the realest niggas got got, What cud I
leave and I don't wanna fight this kind of war You know he's not the man you think he is; he's hiding all his flaws So tell me what's the point of fighting
you're tired of the lies And the truth is all you wanna hear Well if you swear Chorus: Baby, here I am (here I am) Ii??m your man (I'm your man) Came
clear of diamonds And mink coats are most certainly out too For if she goes in for that kind of thing Just might fall then what you will do You know
Germaine Greer and Friedan I didn't know what to think I took her standing in the kitchen, ass against the sink She draped me in a stoll, what kind?
want you for my eyes I'm a lover You see And the way you ah whine an the way you ah gwan They say dem man ah try fi rush yuh like they will not stop But
me ah want you for my eyes I'm a lover, you see And the way you ah whine and the way you ah gwan Say de man dem ah try fi rush ya, like dem prey non-stop
in these jeans, so they fit me kinda snug Plus the game is in my pocket, nigga this is what I does I'm about whatever man, fuck what they be talking
time she cried Well, I was way to lost in a sinner's haze Burnin' up the days Just another young man who had lost his way Now it finally makes sense what
go Used to breakin' my craps and fuck all they motherfuckin' hoes Made another car-hit, 30 Killers on the hip Ready to rock, packin' Magnums and glocks Man
kind of old What we gonna do troop? We gotta clean it up 'cause it's so dope Tried the rubbin' alcohol even the ivory soap But no matter what we do the
, I was fly Grabbed me by my hand and I thought I would die Said, she wanted to take me home to make love Now that's the kind of rap that brothers dream
talk a bunch, just known to crunch My one-two punch will put your butt out to lunch Full-court pressure's what I'm applyin' No relyin' on the next man
police is outside, man (Yo Ice, man, they got King Tee, Aladdin and Islam) What, the police, man? I knew somethin had happened I was wonderin why King Tee missed the party, man
[Intro: Ice-T Talking] ooohh, that's what I'm talkin' about Ice Berg, 2006, remember this [Chorus:] Go Ice man Walking in the rain with the people that
the bullets started flyin' took two men out Then they rushed everybody back to their cells Damn the pen is different from than the county jail I'm in a one man
careful what you start I'm a bullet and I'm headed straight for your heart, yeah It's gonna leave a mark Be careful what you wish for, you get what