Teksty: Ice T. O.G. Original Gangster. Fly By.

Everybody step back from the mic As I set it off All playin' the wall It's time to sweat it off Anybody with staatic oh please try I'll do ya like Godfather 3 And do a fly by Time to rip and hit and strangle I eat Guardian Angels And toy emcees With their names on the front page I bury in shallow graves I don't rap to girls on my L.P. I don't beg for pussy I love the ladies aand they love me right back Now who's the mac? Mission accomplished I came to stomp this microphone And leave suckers unconscious and if you uthink Yo got an S on your chest You better wear two vests Watch your back, your front I always hit, don't bunt Crazy posse When I'm on a duck hunt Emcee Ice-T answers to no one Load my rhymes And cock 'em like a shotgun Let off like frags from a pipe bomb A low stroll and my mic in my right palm The cops hate me And that's right they oughta Before my crew Gets to their daughters Nat the Cat Grandmaster Caz