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Tekst :

You know the houe down the street
Where the kids are
and every day
They seem to have a new scar
Something strange is going on
And everybody knows
Doors always shut
Windows always closed
The little girl had a burn
The boy was black and blue
They said it came from play
You know that shit ain t true
The boy s arm s broke
Girl s scared to speak
Their parents drink all day
Couple of dead beats
Some days they go to school
And other days they might
It s hard to stay awake
After you cry all night
You see em every daay
Tear tracks on their cheeks
But they will never tell
It goes on weeks and weeks
(But what can they do?
They re only children man!)

You ain t no fuckin kid
Act like you give a damn!
Won t someone save these kids
Do something, call a cop

The other night I heard gun shots!

Tekst :

Yeah! 1993, I m back motherfucker, this is Ice T.
Got my nigga Ice Cube in the motherfuckin house.
Yeah! Up here in the ammo dump studios I got my
nigga Aladdin, SLJ s in the motherfuckin place,
behind the mixin boards,
we about to do dis shit like this here!

It s goin down tonight in L.A.
Buckshot and uzis spray
Microphone blowa
The bitch checka
The ho wrecka
Ice motherfuckin T
Nigga step to me
But grab ya hoes quick
Cause the Syndicate s throwin that crazy dick
Punk motherfuckers run up
You ll get done up
We ll have your ass gunned up
Before sun-up
So what s the color I m raggin?
Been a millionare for years
Still saggin
Left pocket s stuffed with the ???
.380 in my right so it sags a little bit
More than the rest of my gear
When I m on tour
I empty clips
Bust lips
And break jaws
Cause I love to loc up
So punk motherfucker don t choke up
When you re talkin to me

Chorus:

Ice, Ice motherfuckin T (x4)

Bush, Quail and Clinton got a problem with me:
The motheruckin T
I give less than a fuck about any of them
Or their fuckin police friends
They d like to take me out
Make me a goner
They even tryin to sweat Time Warner
Why?
For tellin the truth to the youth
That a lot of motherfuckers are hot
And want police shot?
You can t stop the shock (?)
The fires are out
But the coals are still hot
I got juice to bring pain
You tryin to fuck with the Ice
Are you insane?
This shit is bigger than me
Be warned
It s the calm before the storm
And every fuckin thing I write
Is gonna be analyzed by somebody white

Chorus

Run motherfucker, hide motherfucker, trip motherfucker, die motherfucker
You don t give love
And you won t get loved
You don t push
And you won t get shoved
No joke
I ain t here to laugh
I ain t here to cry
But every night of the week
One of my homies die
Eeny meeny mynie moe
Blood s pourin out the naps of your afro
It could be you
Could be you
Could be you
Could be your whole damn crew
It happens real quick
Screechin tires
Next thing you re hit
Your body s cold
Your body s hot
You feel your chest
You gasp for breath
You re shot
And now your homies is trippin
Lookin for a gat to put they clip in
Street crime-
That s the thing I bring, Ice T
I rap ??? sing
They call it controversy
I call it truth with no mercy
The beats are phat Ammo Dump tracks
The kind that make speakers crack
Not made for squares
Or the weak punks
That made the bump trunks
Press-
Get the fuck out my fuckin face
I ain t got no more time to waste
A ho is a ho, a bitch is a bitch, a nigga is a nigga
And that s it
I m through explainin the shit
You just makin me backtrack
The next duck reporter might get hit with a blackjack
Plus
Every one of my true fans
Totally understands
A nigga like me

Chorus (x2)

Tekst :

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

Last night I dreamt you were lying beside me
I smelt the sweetness of your hair
You gently reached out to remind me
Of how it used to be
And I almost believed that this morning I d find you still there

[Chorus:]
But here in the real world
I miss you madly
In the real...

When you re lonely and sad
Ifin the second line: And/If you think of the times we had
Just the thought
Will bring you back to me
Seen you staring in to space
Shadow falling across your face
But it won t take long to get to you
Whatever you...

To co było już nieważne jest
Liczy się nowy dzień
Co przede mna tylko ja to wiem
Mogę robić co chcę
Kiedy jest tak blisko
Jest tak blisko to czego chcę

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