Текст песни Ice-T - Forced to Do Dirt
Ice-T - Forced to Do Dirt слова песни
Ice-T back in that assReturn of the realMuthafuckas fakin and frontin like they don`t know what time it isNiggas on the streets ain`t really got a muthafuckin choiceMuthafucka(So niggas is forced to do dirt) --> ProdigyBorn hustlerI only run with real niggas who wear gold and jewelsDiamond rings, strapped with toolsI take no shorts cause I been in it for the long one, the strong oneGotta tell the truth, yo, half my niggas is on the runStreet giant defiant to the lawsThat the white man made, niggaThat`s why we play, niggaA/k/a the street hustler from the WestsideToo damn fly, too much finesse for the hoo rideI rather take a mark off smoothCause the skilll of a hustler is to stick and moveAnd make you say: "Damn, what`s his name?Got to give a nigga props cause the kid got game"Mad game, fool, I base my hustle not on strengthBut think, you say `the liqor store`, I say `brinks`Cause my mind`s on the massive roll of the diceThe magnitude of my game`s insane, preciseSo now you`re mad cause I got money and you don`tThe hustlers win, the busters won`tWhat can I say, you can`t come out and playWith the real ones, dig thisYou`ll get broke with the quicknessI don`t gamble, I cheat when it`s onTwo g`s on the table, two in my palmAnd if I spill up, I pull the nickel .25 strapThen the place gets flat and then I`m out the backWith my niggas and them 4`s on thangsAnd if I really wanna floss I flex my Bentley wingsDamn, over your head, got a problemKeepin lyrics down to earth so normal niggas can solve emBut the game`s extreme so quit your high beamsAnd increase the light, now can you see me, you mightIf you ever been to jail or shot, sold rocksI`m talkin `bout weight down like movin ki`s and poundsBut every nigga in the hood ain`t flyLight-skinned or dark, they`re 90% marksStraight vics and they got money to giveThen without em tell, me how the hell a hustler lives..I got no love for a lameI use my strategy from crack to rap, no shameAnd now instead of cooking some ki`sI`m flippin million dollar ??? call em wack MC`sBut suckers got it twisted, they missed itWastin they life when yo, they mentally giftedThe streets ain`t the only fuckin hustle in townYou gotta get in where you fit in, gotta stay way downBut a buster is a buster for lifeHe makes excuses why his ass ain`t payThat shit`s playedCash rules everything around me, kidI hit a 50`000 lick and never did no bidCause I`m bent on a come-up and my shit stays tightHow many fake gangsta rappers will I hear tonight?It don`t matter cause the real don`t careYou know I`ma gonna get mine, so I`ma let em get theirsBut I know in the heart what`s trueSo if you listen very closely, maybe you will tooMy mind`s blown off Armani suitsPavet medaillons, [Name] bootsCristal and steak, shrimp big as your handI bought a silk robe and it`s from SiamThis jam`s for the hoods and thugsPimps and hoes, the slingers of drugsHustlers and thieves, cons and crooksBookers and sharks, muthafuck the marksNigga