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    Ice-T

    Fuck It

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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    [Intro: WC]
    Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang
    Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang
    Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang
    [Ice-T]
    Yeah 'sup with these niggas in the club lookin' at
    niggas crazy and shit (Word, yeah fuck them body-o's homes)
    Motherfuckers is faggots (call me nigga?)
    [Ice-T]
    Step back it's the ultimate nigga with the hot shit
    The last standin' man, smack you with my backhand
    The veteran-er-the games you claim to be in
    Let me begin, express it, explain the dilemma
    [Chorus: Ice-T]
    It's either them or us, niggas that bust
    Niggas who ride, niggas that'll kill for this side
    Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
    Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!
    [Ice-T]
    It's the National Pass Time, it's blast time - club's out
    Niggas break ill, pop-drunks get the guns out
    Set the shit off with the full clips
    Niggas lookin' hard in the club - now whassup bitch?
    Whassup bitch?!! Pull your weapon if you got it
    I'da shot it, plus you never live with rockets
    tried to dodge it, caught you all in the arm pit
    Easy target, dug you out in the lot kid
    [Chorus: Ice-T]
    It's either them or us, niggas that bust
    Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side
    Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
    Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!
    It's either them or us, niggas that bust
    Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side
    Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
    Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!
    [El Sadiq]
    Yo, too many bitch-ass-niggas think they got a lot
    And I'ma dead these wannabe heads with consecutive shots
    Man, they smile up in you, griller wanna give you a pen
    Stick it to your crew like glue like they been down
    Man listen, kill that bull with the fake-ass handshakes
    You can slide by me with the rest of them damn snakes
    Flakin' like paper while I'm takin' my life serious
    You talkin' and playin', your whole antenna's mystevious
    Claimin' that you got juice with an ultimate ??
    But when the brother test you, murder and recieved no types of love
    You think you got game, with that favour to your brain?
    FUCK YA NAME!!! Stompin' the rut got yourself to blame
    I represent Castor - bring it to you live
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