[Intro]
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Yo Ice - We heard what happened man
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We heard some niggas ran in on you man
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Yeah yeah, shit was fucked up man, it was real fucked up
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Don't worry - We know who did it
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What're you talkin about man?
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The shit just happened like 3 hours ago
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Yeah - but we know who did it man... it was your boy
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What? Naugh man I'm not trying to hear that
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Yo listen man, it was your boy man - He talks a lot
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I can't believe this shit man, I grew up with this nigga man
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This motherfucker, I would've died for this nigga man
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And this nigga set me up?
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You're now fucking with your last nigga
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Quick to blast nigga
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Gauge Masturbator
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Chest Plate disintegrator, rider
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I never wore no mask, wacked the witness - vestless
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I'll put you on the graveyard's guest list
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ICE - cause I lack all emotions, I'm heartless
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That's why I can't figure for the life of me
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You'd want to start this
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My crew is bottomless
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Street Lobotomists
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Gun slingers
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Glock cocked and diamond ringers
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Hustlers
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My nigga got shot but still alive
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He took a full clip from another player's 25
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And he said he's rolling with me, if you're coming
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I told him, stay home, rest up, I got enough gunning
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Homiciders
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Ballin' rag Rolls riders
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Blood letters
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Money getters
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Life betters
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The last thing I heard you say you said I was a dead man, bitch
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I'll put you right into gun point, you snitch
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Now I know your plans are rolling on me, late when I sleep
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Why don't we do this man to man? Let them bitch niggas creep
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I still remember in the days when we was friends chillin
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Now it seems you going to have to be my next killin
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[Chorus:]
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You wanna go to war, nigga tell me why?
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Punk niggas talk shit, bitch niggas die
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I never backed down and it ain't no time to start
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Let's take it to the streets and I'm a check your heart
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You must be death wishing, what's up? You know my steelo
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Got love with the illest of blacks and amigos
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Your jealousy is outta hand, I can't fuck wit'cha
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And all your so-called down niggas, say good luck to ya
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They know you're off the hook and you're soon to bleed
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My reputation states that I kills with speed
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More drama than a rap verse
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You'll feel the mack first
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In your back first
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Then the black hearse
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Goddamn, I can't understand the drama why?
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To tell the fucking truth I thought your crew was fly
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Now you're talking that shit like a bitch on the rag
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Don't give a fuck about your set or the pants you sag
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I drop a hot one in your forehead, neck and mouth
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Then rush a hospital and bank ya if you don't check out
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Cause I'm a mad nigga once, a crazy nigga twice
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A cold blooded motherfucker, that's why they call me ICE
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And if you told me this would happen
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I would said never - no, we down forever - we flipped keys together
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Now the street talkers say you want my spot
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A lotta niggas did, A lotta niggas shot
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[Chorus]
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It's obvious some sucka niggas got ya gassed
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Let's see if they around you when the gunshots blast
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It ain't nothing nice, letting off slugs under the street life
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Early deaths, dry gags and last breaths
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I seen your time before you want - war till it's on
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How to fuck with the king, when you're a bullshit pawn?
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I can't comprehend your stupidity, miscalculation
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Word to obstetricians show your crews anhiliation
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Predicted, Brains get evicted, Fuckin with me kid
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Bullets lift your lid
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And watch your weak kool aid heart run down the drain
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I got the Method Man who came to bring the pain
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Let you know quick, niggas suck dick if you trip
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Used to be my homie, now you just a punk ho bitch
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Frustration leads to aggravation and dismay
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Now you're player haten, but that's the wrong game to play
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I light your block up, kidnap your moms - snatch your woman
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You beg for me to stop, but I'll just keep coming
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You're fucking with the illest fool in Southern California
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I can roll with ya, or motherfuckin' on ya
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[Chorus]
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Yeah, I know the real nigga can feel this.
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This is dedicated to all my "friends"
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Check Your Heart
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| Ice-T |
