[Intro: Ice-T]
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Yeah, this is Iceberg
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Time for me to reinforce some of this pimping, baby
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[Chorus: Ice-T X2]
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Players, hustlers, girls; step your game up!
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Maximize your hustle; step your game up!
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No time for fooling around; step your game up!
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Get your money, get your paper; step your game up!
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[Ice-T]
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Yeah, niggaz out there shitting on the game
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Mark Live is a motherfucking shame, representing
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You're still star grims; step your chrome game up!
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Motorola pager; step this phone game up!
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Still living with your mother; step your home game up!
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Girl, you ain't going down; step your dome game up!
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Spin has being played out; step your wheel game up!
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Two inch pumps; bitch, step your heel game up! (Bitch!)
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Still wearing white gold; step your jewel game up!
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You ain't fully automatic; step your tool game up!
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Ice, Ice, berg nigga word!
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Anybody stepping to my rep, it's absurd
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You wanna roll with me bitch, have a nerve to the curb
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No I'm not your man, just the best that ever
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Mastered the game, baby, Berg's the name
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From my niggaz, get your paper, gangsters hating the fame
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And keep your hustle cracking, living off the lames
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Nigga, if you ain't moving fast, get the fuck out the lane
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[Chorus: Ice-T with minor variations]
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And all the players, hustlers, girls; step your game up!
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Maximize your hustle; step your game up!
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No time for fooling around; step your game up!
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Get your money, get your paper; step your game up!
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Players, hustlers, girls; step your game up!
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Maximize your hustle; step your game up!
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No time for fooling around; step your game up!
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Get your money, get your paper; step your game up!
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[Ice-T]
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Yeah, you niggaz got these bitches walk around here in these flat shoes
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Bitch you gotta come out that low years to get in some whore years
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This is pop your dollar, hot dollar pimping
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Bitch pimp game, watch
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[Ice-T]
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Still drinking Moet; step your Cris game up!
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Car getting kind of old; step your whip game up!
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No links in your cuffs; step your sleeve game up!
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Tracks getting kind of loose; bitch, step your weave game up!
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Can't get a hit record; step your rap game up!
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Can't holler at no shorty; step your Mack game up!
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Your grill looking kind of bad; step your tooth game up!
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Still standing in lines; step your juice game up! (Fuck! lying)
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[Mark Live]
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You never been on a red carpet, fatigued up
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HUH! GTs ever since with keys
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Worked a hundred mill' black cars, drunk in Brasil'
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Missing for days, re-appear back on the Spain
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Levity, over niggaz, magician like David Blaine
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Full link minks, chicks buying my links (HUH!)
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Diamond types, shop gator at Diamond Life
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Forget your world nigga, step your shit up
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[Chorus: Ice-T X2]
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[Ice-T]
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Oh! shit, I done step into another weak pit
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You're still dressing like a bum; step your suit game up!
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Your toes freezing in the winner; step your boot game up!
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Your bank role looking little; step your green game up!
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No Plasma TV; step your screen game up!
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Still flying coach; step your class game up!
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Girl, you're looking kind of skinny; step your ass game up!
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Your wheel chairs ain't heated; step your seat game up!
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Niggaz said they gonna kill me; better step your street game up!
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[Mark Live]
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Yo, we're hell of pork eating, gone streamed out (Yeah!)
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You're Metro, car, bus path, shut your fucking mouth
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[Ice-T]
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Step in my car, and go by the detour on
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This is a man's game, fool, not a boy's one
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[Mark Live]
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Yo, no one can get at us, we're straddlers fear
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Over the top executive, out of here, shit on you, bloods
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[Ice-T]
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Step up your game player, lift up your lips player
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Get up your clips player, your life is a lie
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[Mark Live]
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Yo, we mess with all money, you got some clothes money
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We're hiding raw money, overseas old money
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[Ice-T]
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You won't win, you're lost before you begin
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Your hustle ain't deep, your bitch is steady on a dream
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[Mark Live]
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Yo, don't speak, just learn, look, listen
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When we come through, take cover, game is over
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[Ice-T]
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Stop asking me questions, your idea is whack
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Your brain storms a bum as lame, step up your |