It's goin down
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From the Ammo Dump
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I got my nigga SLJ and DJ Aladdin
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Droppin the fat tracks
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Hit em with it
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Syndicate's in the muthafuckin house
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All duck MC's get flat, muthfuckas
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Yeah
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1993
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And it's still me
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A rappin brother from L.A., the cool T
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Diss a brother, hate a brother, I still come back
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With the fat tracks, fuck the pop crap
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I got a mind to cold diss a fool
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Wack rappers sellin out urge me to pull tools
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For no reason
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Pop suckers hookin for hits like hoes skeezin
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Prostitutes that can't shoot, yet you clock loot
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Dancesteps with the weak styles, but you look cute
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Bitch, that shit's wack
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Let Hammer dance, and you other fools ease back
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The microphone in some twist in a clenched fist
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Mind locked on ???? load of my hit list
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And make duck rappers pray
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Many talk shit, but none step this way
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Cause I'm quick to beat down a weak clown
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Clock crazy juice from L.A. to the Boogie Down
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I play the whole map
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Got hoes locked like a muthafuckin bear trap
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Ice muthafuckin T
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Before hoes gee they need two forms of I.D.
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Never fess, not the best, but I'm hard to shake
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Huh, watch the Ice break
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Watch the Ice break
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Yo, let's see now who's tryin to diss me
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Say I sold out cause I rocked with the B.C.
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Y'all are bitches, you're straight wack
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Quick to talk shit, but always behind the back
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I do whatever I wanna do, punk hoe
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I rock a perm, you rock an afro
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I wear khakis, while y'all wear silk
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Y'all drink forties, and I drink milk
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Cause that's my muthafuckin biz
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I never sell out, cause it's no sale, kid
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Hardcore to my heart from the fuckin start
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Whether done over beats or loud guitars
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I drop the dope hits
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Case you forgot, I invented this gangsta shit
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You wanna step to me? New jack, walk
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Come back in five LP's, then we can talk
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You're just new, kid, you got a hit out
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In interviews you talk a lotta shit out
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You got paid, you really made out
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You went broke when your one jam played out
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Now you're searchin for that one more hit
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Shhhiiit
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I ain't new to this, I got gangs of gold
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I come original, then I break the mold
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Too many MC's hit, then fold
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They're just fakes
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Hah, watch the Ice break
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Watch the Ice break
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Yeah
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Syndicate jumpin off 1993
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On some old fly smooth shit
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All the muthfuckas out there down with us
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You know what I'm sayin?
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We're rollin strong
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All the busters out there that got some static to say
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We're settin this shit off physically this year
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Like KRS-One says:
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Sucker MC's duck down
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Muthafuckas ain't takin no shit
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I'm swingin on busters, point-blank
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Diss me and it's on
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Straight up
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Now it's the break of dawn
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And the mic is still on
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All hoes are fuckin and the rhymes are damn strong
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Many MC's that choke from the mic smoke
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Those who tried to get with me
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Lost in rhyme infinity
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Or they lost breath
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Try to step to the Ice equals sure death
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Cause ??it's then I begin?? than you ever assume
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Drop the mic, go rap in your living room
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I love the quick kill
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Swing on a nigga sometimes just to break ill
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Knuckle up, buster, fool, in his fuckin eye
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All hands, I need no gun, yo punk, why?
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Cause if I pull my gun, you die
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No second try
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I gotta cool out now, so I don't over-freeze
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Nut up and start murderin MC's
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Start catchin bodies from state to state
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Throw on a ski mask and walk the streets late
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And do me up a whole damn crew
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The Geto Boys was trippin, but my mind's trickin me too
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Cause diss me, and I meet you one day
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And bet your life it won't be a fun day
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I hope, nigga, it's not your fate
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That you're around when the Ice breaks
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When the Ice breaks
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Watch The Ice Break
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| Ice-T |
