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Listen to Greatest Hits (Remastered) by Ice T
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Listen to ’80s Hip-Hop Essentials featuring Ice T
PLAYLIST’80s Hip-Hop EssentialsApple Music ’80s
Listen to Gangsta Rap Essentials featuring Ice T
PLAYLISTGangsta Rap EssentialsApple Music Hip-Hop
Listen to I Miss Golden Age Hip-Hop featuring Ice T
PLAYLISTI Miss Golden Age Hip-HopApple Music Hip-Hop
Listen to West Coast Hip-Hop Essentials featuring Ice T
PLAYLISTWest Coast Hip-Hop EssentialsApple Music Hip-Hop
Listen to Hip-Hop/R&B Hits: 1988 featuring Ice T
PLAYLISTHip-Hop/R&B Hits: 1988Apple Music R&B
Listen to Hip-Hop Throwback featuring Ice T
PLAYLISTHip-Hop ThrowbackApple Music Hip-Hop
Listen to Hip-Hop DNA: Origins featuring Ice T
PLAYLISTHip-Hop DNA: OriginsApple Music Hip-Hop
Listen to Curtis Mayfield: Sampled featuring Ice T
PLAYLISTCurtis Mayfield: SampledApple Music Hip-Hop
Listen to Ice-T Essentials featuring Ice T
PLAYLISTIce-T EssentialsApple Music Hip-Hop
Listen to Hip-Hop/R&B Hits: 1986 featuring Ice T
PLAYLISTHip-Hop/R&B Hits: 1986Apple Music R&B

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ice T
Ice T
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ice T
Ice T
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ice T
Ice T
Producer
D.J. Aladdin
D.J. Aladdin
Producer

Lyrics

Instrunmental Yeah, Syndicate's in the house Yeah, Geto Boys in the house Yeah, Donald D's in the house Yeah, Body count's in the house Yeah, Zulu Nation's in the house Yeah, Ice T's in the house, yeah You go on and on and you don't stop Got sticky sneakers from the blood of a shot cop Bailed in the club, I'm leavin' tracks on the white rug Punk tried to rif and he met double-aught slugs I ain't the nigga to step to Out catchin' bodies and the next one could be you Quick on the trigger, yo, I'm a gravedigger Chop up a body and deep six 'em in the river A night-stalkin' psychopath All cops hunt the black male in a ski-mask But I'm too damn clever Will they ever catch me? Never! Because I operate in and out of state Move at a quick rate And never hesitate to take a chump sucker down And my H-K it holds 80 rounds So when you move be careful and don't play And watch for the ricochet Suicide, it's a suicide, yeah Suicide, it's a suicide, yeah Suicide, it's a suicide, yeah Suicide, it's a suicide, yeah Suicide, it's a suicide, yeah Suicide, it's a suicide, yeah Suicide, it's a suicide, yeah Suicide, it's a suicide, yeah So shut up motherfuckers as I lay the ink When I'm in Detroit, niggas fight in mink When I'm in Chicago, motherfuckers get buck wild When I'm up in Oakland, niggas roll in huge pile In Atlanta, niggas crash you doors When I'm in Philly, it's a sold out tour In L.A., I max out real hard When I'm in New York, I build with the Gods So don't try to deny me my proper juice E cuts the records and the yellow nigga gets loose No static, just much respect Truck my Rolex when I cruise the projects A fly brother that's hard to figure I punch hoes and I smack up niggas Cause I'm a pimp and a playa Sometimes I bump hip-hop, the other times, Slayer You don't like it well stay out of my fucking way Duck from the gunshot and watch for the ricochet Suicide, it's a suicide, yeah Suicide, it's a suicide, yeah Suicide, it's a suicide, yeah C'mon yeah C'mon yeah C'mon yeah C'mon yeah C'mon yeah C'mon yeah C'mon yeah Yo D., what's up?, suckers is popping lip Grab the H-K and the dum-dum clip and spread out I'm putting punk's heads out Doors is shut, there's no chance to get out I got the motherfuckas tied with bike locks Raise the auto-loader and let off the buckshot That's how I like to do work Got guts on my T-shirt Motherfuckers tried to play the Ice Because I rhyme smooth and on TV act nice Soft, that's what you shouldn't have said Now I'm so mad I'm bustin veins in my forehead You want to get off, come on let's rock But have your safety off, and your shit cocked Cause when I come to get that ass Leave your whole fuckin' block filled with hot brass So punk, don't make me pop my trunk Show you my amps and my Mossberg pump Cause when I pull it, most niggas run Fool niggas stay and get hit by the ricochet Suicide, it's a suicide, yeah Suicide, it's a suicide, yeah Suicide, it's a suicide, yeah Suicide, it's a suicide, yeah Suicide, it's a suicide, yeah Suicide, it's a suicide, yeah Suicide, it's a suicide, yeah Suicide, it's a suicide, yeah Niggas wanna know about me and the "L", though We squashed that shit with me and him about a year ago But there's a new rule starting tonight Diss me on a record, see me, FIGHT! Cause in the days, you used to battle on mics Now it's '91, I'm using gauges and flashlights Ease back and don't give me no feedback Yo, "Ice cool out", yo, fuck that I'm hot, I'm putting niggas in cots Some get knocked out, some just get shot Where'd I get all the juice I use Gotta posse full of brothers with nothing to lose Some just got out, some will never Some beat their cases cause their lawyers were clever I love' em all and they know that's true So they won't blink while they doing a punk like you Freeze motherfucker Get on your knees, hands behind you back Bow your heads, if you will please I'll swing my axe, watch the bodies fall Watch your head bounce off like volleyball So all you motherfuckers down with the fly guy Look me in the face, if you're strong when you walk by And all you punk niggas talking shit Step to the side, bow your head like a bitch I don't play, you'll get hit by the ricochet You'll get hit by the ricochet You'll get hit by the ricochet Yeah
Writer(s): Joseph Darion, Norman Gimbel, Lawrence Coleman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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