red The most that was said was that my homies had a toast to the dead Do I need a pack a vest for stress so I can rest 'Cause even though I'm blessed
Bond Poppin' and choppin' until the day that I'm gone Shyne poor 'cuz your dream come from one bottle Prominent premier, premium bravo Watch him explain, ain't nothin' but blood thug crime though
Just try to learn where my thoughts can be And how I stack figures Learn why I'm real, still that nigga I get money I ain't gotta do a crime Shit I
me with the track, Diddy keep it gangsta Who's Benzino? Who the fuck's Benzino? Matta-fact, get'cha facts straight (Say whaaat?!) When in the city, crime
loose. So damn wrong, so damn dumb. I went back more than once, four times. Went for more times. Sometimes back to back. Could not help how it feel. Though I know karma's real. No crime
Pay attention on me While I show you the scenario You're charming me boy You boy, you're charming me Just like this beat is gonna do On the radio Damn, I thought
beats as I rhyme over hard shit Watch this, the nigga that you didn't think could do break through with the rhythm that'll rock your whole crew Thought
Cash flow extreme,dress code supreme,vocabulary obscene Definition-street player,you know what I mean The high rollers People of the city,stop foolin' yourself Crime
y'all know I ain't even got to tell y'all Y'all are players, peace out to my Manager George I thought you how to be a player, and you're doin' well To the crime
Not allown' me to stop the rhyme Until the whole motherfuckin' book's complete Then I write on the back of the sheets I made promise to my brothers in street crime
my own sound So I tried to write rhymes somethin' like them My boys said, ?That ain't you Ice? That shit sounds like them so I sat back thought up a new
pain, pain, pain Organized crimer, big trouble finder In and out of institutions, ever since I was a minor But now I'm on the bricks, deep in the mix Crime
'96, ah shit, Ice-T, back representin', nigga, once again That real shit, nigga I thought you knew, bitch Better recognize Players, check your grip before
takers Plus, the other bosses wanna see yo' guts Check your nuts, dump the bodies in the desert Here's the keys to a truck Me, I'm overloaded, born hard and scarred Crime
lion I growl Learn to see behind my back like the head of an owl I'm the voice of the youth,the prophet of truth What I speak is really though some May
you buster-ass niggas, word Saturday night in L.A., time to play My peoples hummin' like a vibrator, gotta make crime pay I'm packin' two gats and I
as she thought To me a thought in confidence That she would make the news known soon Dispelling shame She assured me of no crime As I was lost in the