a fuck about your ass anyway Up North found first stop for the town of fist-skill, where the hand skills are real ill You'll be a super Hoover doo-doo
45 She pulled up to my house Grabbed my strap, Got the door With a blunt in my mouth Say I?m bout to put the smack down You know ill put the smack down
a posse who's airtight, quick to fight And got the power to continue or end the night And if you stepped on wrong, then you're a done kid The yellow tape
true penalties of fame and the wealth Tell me who can I trust? I can't trust myself Got the devil got me thinking 'bout them ill moves Every damn kid
it's really hard to tell a kid that he's goin' under I never thought I lived to see us chill Crips and Bloods holdin' hands, the shit is ill But I love
Ice-T) It's the National Pass Time, it's blast time - club's out Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!! Niggas break ill, pop-drunks get the guns out
that invincible shit don't work Throw ya in a joint you'll be comin' out feet first So I blast the mic with my style Sometimes I'm ill the other times
You think she ain't been hit, kid yo, you best to check it For ten years I been connected to the top of this Hold your breath, kid, I'm never droppin
Hey, yo, Ice This guy here say, he wants to get in, man You're sure home boy's ready? Yo, Ice, this nigga said he's ready, man Yo, kid you're sure you
wear khakis, while y'all wear silk Y'all drink forties, and I drink milk Cause that's my muthafuckin biz I never sell out, cause it's no sale, kid Hardcore
This is it, dope from the fly kid The Ice mic is back with the high bid Suckers you've lost 'cause players you're not, gangstas you ain't You're faintin
Want you to see all of the lights [Verse 2 - Big Sean] Ready, set Go, go, go, go, go, till you can't go no more I'm ill times ill, dope plus dope Westside
Get started Get stupid Don?t worry about it people we?ll walk you through it Step by step like an infant, new kid Inch by inch with a new solution Transmit
The can of whoop ass what the shady aftermath did You pop off the top its like open and vats of acid Beat the octamom to death with a cabbage patch kid
it Get it started, get stupid Don't worry 'bout it people we'll walk you through it Step by step, like the infant new kid Inch by inch, with the new
it I'm still here for y'all right now man This is what I gotta say, right here dog Yeah, turn me up yeah What if somebody from the Chi that was ill
hope ya (Got yourself a gun) I'm the N the A to the S I R And If I wasn't I must've been Escobar You know the kid got his chipped tooth fixed Hair parted
