[intro]
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Yeah,Syndicate's in the house
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Yeah,Geto Boys in the house
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Yeah,Donald D's in the house
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Yeah,Body count's in the house
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Yeah,Zulu Nation's in the house
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Yeah,Ice T's in the house,yeah
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[verse one]
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You go on and on and you don't stop
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Got sticky sneakers from the blood of a shot cop
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Belt and a club,I'm leaving tracks on the white rug
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Punk tried to rif and he met double-live slugs
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I ain't the nigger to step to
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I'm catching bodies and the next one could be you
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Quick on the trigger,yo,I'm a gravedigger
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Drop off a a body and deep six'em in the river
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A nice talking psychopath
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All cops hunt the black male in a skimask
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But I'm too damn clever
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Will they ever catch me,never
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Because I operate in and out of state
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Move at a quick rate
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And never hesitate to take a chump sucker down
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And my H-K it holds 80 rounds
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So when you move be careful and don't play
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And watch for the ricochet
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Suicide,it's a suicide,yeah [x8]
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[verse two]
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So shut up motherfuckers as I laid the ink
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When I'm in Detroit,niggers fight in mink
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When I'm in Chicago,motherfuckers get buck wild
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When I'm up in Oakland
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Niggers rolling in huge piles
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In Atlanta,niggers crash you doors
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When I'm in Philly,it's a sold out tour
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In L.A.,I max out real hard
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When I'm in New York,I bill with the Gods
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So don't try to deny me my proper juice
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E.cuts the records and the yellow nigger gets loose
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No static,just much respect
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Truck my Rolex when I cruise the projects
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A fly brother that is hard to figure
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I punch hos and I smack up niggers
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Because I'm a pimp and a player
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Sometimes I bum hip-hop,the other times slayer
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You don't like it
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Well stay out of my fucking way
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Duck for the gunshot and watch to the ricochet
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Suicide,it's a suicide,yeah [x3]
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C'mon yeah [x7]
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[verse three]
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Yo D.,what's up?,suckers is popping lip
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Grab the H-K and the dum-dum clip and spread out
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I'm putting punk's heads out
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Doors is shut,there's no chance to get out
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I got the motherfucking side with bi clocks
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Raise the auto-loader and let off the buckshot
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[Sounds of gunfire]
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That's how I like to do work
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[Gunfire again]
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Got guts on my T-shirt
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Motherfuckers tried to play the ice
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Because I rhyme smooth
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And on T.V. act nice
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Saw,that's what you shouldn't have said
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Now I'm so mad I'm busting veins in my forehead
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You want to get off,come on let's rock
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But have your safety off,and your shit cocked
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Because when I come to get that ass
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I'll leave your whole block filled with hot brass
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So punk,don't make me pop my trunk
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Show you my amps and my Mossberg pump
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Because when I pull it most niggers run
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Fool niggers stay and get hit by the ricochet
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Suicide,it's a suicide,yeah [x8]
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[verse four]
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Niggers want to know about me and the......
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We squashed that shit with me and him about a year ago
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But there's a new rule starting tonight
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Dis'me on a record,see me bite
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Because in a daze,you saw a battle of mics
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[sounds of gunfire]
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I'm using gages and flashlights
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Ease back and don't give me no feedback
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Yo,"Ice cool out",yo,fuck that
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I'm hot,I'm putting niggers in cots
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Some get knocked out,some just get shot
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Where did I get all the juice I used
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Gotta posse full of brothers with nothing to lose
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Some just got out,some will never
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Some beat the cases 'cause their lawyer was clever
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I love'em all and they know that's true
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So they won't blink while they doing a punk like you
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Freeze motherfucker
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Get on your knees,hands behind you back
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Bow your heads,if you will please
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I'll swing my axe,watch the bodies fall
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Watch your head roll off like volleyball
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So all you motherfuckers down with the fly guy
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Look me in the face,like you're strong when you walk by
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And all you punk niggers talking shit
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Step to the side,bow your head like a bitch
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I don't play,you'll get hit by the ricochet
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You'll get hit by the ricochet
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You'll get hit by the ricochet
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Yeah
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Ricochet
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Ice-T |