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Fly By

931

Hip-Hop/Rap

Fly By was released on May 14, 1991 by Rhino/Warner Records as a part of the album O.G. Original Gangster

Song Details

AlbumO.G. Original Gangster

Release DateMay 14, 1991

LabelRhino/Warner Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Ice T

Performer

DJ Evil E The Great

DJ Evil E The Great

Musician

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Ice T

Lyrics, Composer, Songwriter

Charles Andre Glenn

Charles Andre Glenn

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Ice T

Producer

Vachik The Terrorist

Vachik The Terrorist

Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer

Afrika Islam

Producer

Batte

Recording Engineer

Dennis (Deaf P) Parker

Dennis (Deaf P) Parker

Recording Engineer

Steve Battman

Recording Engineer

Lyrics

1, 2 in the place to be, I'm MC Donald D

And in the house Nat the Cat, the Syndicate Mobb boss

And standing next to me, Ice-T the O.G. Gangster

Syndicate is about to jump off on a buckwild freestyle

Ice, drop some dope shit

Everybody step back from the mic 'cause I set it off

All playing the wall, it's time to sweat it off

Anybody with static, oh please try

Do you like Godfather 3 and do a fly by

Time to rip and hit and strangle

I eat Guardian Angels

And toy MCs with their name on the front page

I bury in shallow graves

I don't rap for girls in my LP

I don't beg for pussy, I love the ladies and they love me right back

Now who's the mack?

Mission accomplished

I came to stomp this microphone and leave suckers unconscious

And if you think you got a 'S' on your chest

You better wear two vests

Watch your back, your front, I always hit, don't bunt

Crazy posse when I'm out on a duck hunt

MC Ice-T answers to no one

Load my rhymes and cock 'em like a shotgun

Let off like frags from a pipe bomb

A low stroll and my mic in my right palm

The cops hate me and that's right they oughta

Before my crew gets to they daughters

Ha-ha, yo Nat the Cat, you're next baby

Yo, why don't you get on this mic

And jump off like suicide off the Brooklyn Bridge, baby?

Yeah, you're a player, kick it

Do you know me?

Right, that's why I carry the mic

I'm not flashing my American Express

I'm playing my cards closed to my vest

My name that you say, what, I'm vesting

Listen up and listen close and listen for the lesson

Black Panther resisting the situation

Executing with tact, jumping exact

Ripping up slack on the tack

86 didn't mack, turn tales and back up at stack the jack

'Cause I'm venerish, Nat The Cat, unloading like a million tons of TNT

Yeah that's me, you see, you wanna be but can't MC

'Cause on the real, the science of the knowledge behind your capacity

With simplicity is how I say

What I say, you know you wonder "How did he say that anyway?"

To you it's complex, when I flex for flex flood

It stimulates the opposite sex, and that's dope

Through why you can't cope

I'm throwing you a rope, look I'ma dry your ass so don't rock the boat

Or you'll be back inside the ocean this time it won't float

You'll be stuck on the bottom with other suckers I got 'em

Sporting to see me, woof, while I'm banking the loot

Just off the end, you travel around the world in a fly silk suit

My style is custom made suede and leather

Down to fly by in any weather

Donald D the smuggler, goin' for the jugular

Firing wild out here, police sirens

What's up, do you wanna die by

The Syndicate sniper tonight on a fly by?

Swing while I came to a tune that grips ya

Flip ya, trip ya, rip ya, I keep dipping ya

In and out, back and forth, up and down

Me to sleep with the heat, I can't fuck around

City signs said "Proceed with caution"

Teach you that BSCs another fortune

I'm here to sink your brain, I'll take the thought you think

Make you walk the plank, then watch you sink

The MOB needs a hitman

Well here I am, Uncle Cocaine, floods your membrane

As the black ball swings from the chain

Nerves of steel, learn to wheel and deal

When things got hot, caps got peeled

MCs, come on, step with the rhyme

What's up, put your life on the line

I shall robe 'em, headlock choke 'em

While yolk 'em when the Syndicte Sniper get stalk them

Red Beam on target, can't dodge it

Wouldn't wanna be ya, A-B-C ya

Aw yeah man, that was MC Ice-T

Nat The Cat and Donald D, you know what I'm sayin'?

In yo' face for 1991 and did something

We outta here, for sure, it was a homicidal fly by

So peace to Syndicate's elders (Elders, elders)

Written by: Charles Andre Glenn, Ice-T

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