[Verse 1: Ice-T]
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Enough time has passed, false prophets steering you wrong
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You won't appreciate my wisdom, 'til I'm dead and I'm gone
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Underground dead from combat
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Laid down on the floor.. in some club
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Girls scream at the ocean of blood
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No use to call the paramedics, to hit me with the fifth energetic
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Close range, cut in the base of my brain
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Blew my face on through some bitch's head, before I hit the ground
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Some nigga touched me in the chest, and blew it out with the pound
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My niggaz didn't have chance to move, they used silenced weaponry
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Couldn't hear the sound, as the club bass bound
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All you heard was.. Yo, Ice is on the ground
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The assassins, when they heard this up, stepped back and mixed in with the crowd
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Gloom broke into hysteria, spot went wild
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A lot of bitches yelling and crying, while fake niggaz smile
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I heard voices of my loved ones said I leave the party
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God kisses my face as I leave my body
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[Interlude: Deuce Fever]
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Yo, I wanna see what the fuck's happening!
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Yo, yo, back off my man, man! [Sample of L.A.P.D. sirens]
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Awww shit! y'all
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[Chorus: Ice-T X2]
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The game is real, anyone can get touched up
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Get moved on, left in a plunger blood
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No matter how gangster you are, how deep your crew
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Niggaz can get you if they want to
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[Verse 2: Mark Live]
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Yo.. yo.. yo.. attack mode
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Look, listen, it's the general.. code
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Gully and gutter, I roll with some box cutters
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I'm bringing.. fucking Jersey City niggaz
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We got.. tons of triggers, for tons of niggaz
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We walk and talk a lot, we run some niggaz
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No glitter and glades, it's guns and niggaz
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Nightclubs or your social clubs
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Backstage with your membrane, on the side of your freeway
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It's ugly, the bomb squashed blonde bitch for our shit
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It's M-16s switch off clips
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Bullets ripped fleshy death right through your kids
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Except your bids, except all that shit you did
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Uhh.. you can't hide in the town houses
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When two niggaz are nine-ing like two ounces
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Scarface Colombia, Walker Tah's style surrounding, your white bitches out
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[Chorus: Ice-T X2]
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[Verse 3: Ice-T]
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Now, if you faggots got some questions about how real this is
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A straight Strong-Arm, half of you niggaz in the biz'
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Your bodyguard, bitch made, motherfucking fake ass whores
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Can't even roll for dolo, walk through your own hood solo
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Niggaz push up and change-snatch your logo
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The truth is.. no homeboys are brought through
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Your own crew is destorying you
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So now you're carrying guns, you know, you won't shoot
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You copped a new whip, had to get a bulletproof
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You wanted to be Rap-Star, now, you're too shook to move
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Cause the streets say the words, you kid gotta prove
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Living a lie, you might die, in this game of hot caption whores
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Check your rearview you're being followed
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[Chorus: Ice-T X2]
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[Verse 4: Trigger Tha Gambler]
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Eat the dick, if it be.. we gonna shoot from a block away
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We keep with heat, and turn your face into a plot to play
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Yeah, we spray out your feet and watch you burn in a flock away
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Nerd, niggaz stop and pray
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Heard, they can't drop the lay
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We come out, run out, one route to Dun-house
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We're about to blow his wig off "yeah yeah"
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Nigga we jump out, pump out, dump out
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Infront of the Dun house with the sun-hounds
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Shit to peel off and I'm.. running the trot like crooked cops
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Taking capes, pushing weight, while I shipped this back
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From California to the.. Hill Tah, Comille fitting dots
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Activille for them bills and he'll get drop
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[Verse 5: Smoothe Da Hustler]
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Look I.. show guys and buyers we're not kidding
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I know the size, brothers stick-bys, when we start spitting
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They go beside rocks and dodge with guns ticking
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But it's devilish regardless the art is squash business
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[Chorus: Ice-T X2]
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The Game's Real
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| Ice-T |
