Lyrics:
Party!
(Okay party people in the house)
Yo yo, in the place to be
My name is MC Ice-T
I got the Rhyme Syndicate with me
We about to tear
and punks, never ever want to see me in power
Well, that's too bad, Apocalypse now I'm back and I'm mad
We're comin', you're runnin' cold and cunning
Ice
Watch me teach that old habit - full of havoc
And Ice'll tweak the mix when it statics
People pay
Just to have me stay
And say a verse
I'll freak
Grime scene law, I stay raw
I live by the grime scene law, I stay raw
I live by the grime scene law, I stay raw
I live by the grime scene law
I live
That i had by showing
The world i didn’t care about
Being like other people
I could never go back – 50 Cent
The 50th Law is based on the following
Don't ever let a borther llike me
Ride a dope track
Cause once I hit it with the vocltone
It's mine, have motherfuckers
Rush'n to rewind
Cause I'll flow
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,
me pop my trunk
Show you my amps and my Mossberg pump
Because when I pull it most niggers run
Fool niggers stay and get hit by the ricochet
I'm hungry, Killa Bee Trilogy triumphantly
Hammer head, dart allignment, work is sonic
Keep your ears open for new assignments
Ride with the livest,
out where to bury it
For extended periods, Lemuria's not a fable to me
Must be something wrong in the AIC from the way I see
I was on OT, best man
hoes on that half shit, I need tha whole fee
Yeah it's back to tha basics, yeah I'm back to tha old me
It's Jack Doey in tha mix like Pac nigga, I get
I’m not that though
Your price of love
Is much too high
You make me cry
But that’s for sure
Can’t take no more
You’re breaking my heart
Don’t walk away
you check in to it
But the problem is you're probably
Lookin' right through it
It started for me back in seventy-two
I really wasn't sure what I wanted
charge me with a crime
I am the law and I drunk drive
Split open the ocean so
Coastal person must die
They all go to hell for rejecting
The love of the God
dickless piece of shit
How could you diss me, bitch?
I liked you, thought you was alright for a white dude
Remember Sway and Tech when I came up and sat
you pass it back
Bitch, pass it back, pass the Act'
Codeine got me passin' out
Crown mix it with cranberry
Tryna see what that about
'Member we
mortis
Passenger is gorgeous
Not enough to lose my focus
I got hoes that drive me crazy but I still would fuck your chauffeur
I got guns under
in my environment
Middle finger to the law, nigga
Gripping my balls i’d like to see them fall
Guilty for doing raw
Middle finger to the law, nigga
the guns ain't no prop with this
I'm slinging k's
Ak's with extended clips
Choppa Gone finish it
Make yo ass hit a flip
Mir with the syndicate
And he gone
on pretty women everyday (We do that shit!)
I like getting money I love getting paid (You knew that shit!)
Bitches tell me that I look like 40 everyday (for
you got her head big
Three hundred a line for the Wock', I'm sippin' red still
I know how the feds feel, I make it hard to catch me
Cuz sellin' corn
niggas ferocious
Only violence and drugs, there was nothin' for us
All I had was this music, I couldn't afford to do much
'Cause I got chillin' by
they hard but sing like David Ruffin, dawg
If they snatch me then I ain't saying nothing
Ask for my lawyer before they cuff me and take me off
Keep
Yo! yo!
I ain’t dissin’ i just want to understand
What makes you think you’re dope?
Cause all I’m hearing now is trash
A question for your generation
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