Текст песни Ice-T - Return Of The Real, слова песни Ice-T

Текст песни Ice-T - Return Of The Real

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(I cramp your style
With a bullet and a smile) [Onyx]

[ VERSE 1 ]
Ugh, niggas on the d-l casin me out
Truckin my jewels, feelin for the tools
When they come they gots to come correct
Because they know I catch wreck
A well-known wild street vet
Step into the kill zone, baby, it`s on
I pack the twin nine-mills that`ll lift your dome
Chrome pump with double-eyed slots and such
A fully-auto Mac-dime that is sure to touch
Ya, bust you with the Desert Eagle
Street legal, move against my peole
And the Ice gets evil
Hit you with the .44 Smith & Wes-
Son, you`re best to run cause my Tec eats pests
I got a glock with the laser, hot police taser
Step in real close, I hit your throat with the razor
You wanna live or die, it`s your decision
Talk shit, you`re dissin, i got you in my night vision
Brain fragments on the street released
Another nigga fronts hard, another nigga deceased
I got a H.K., A.K. and a M-16
A 12-gauge street sweeper with the circular clip
Quick to let projectiles fly, you die
And watch your fat moms cry - bull`s eye

(I cramp your style
With a bullet and a smile) [Onyx]

What you think all the guns is for?

[ VERSE 2 ]
What`s up, niggas don`t seem to hear
Still lookin crazy, let me make this clear
Fool, the Ice ain`t havin it
And when I let loose lead, believe I`m accurate
Fat scope on a 30???6
Sawed-off double barrel and a pistol grip
Pump on my lap at all times
I fill my gauge shells with nickels and dimes
Thompson Center spittin .45 slugs
Black Mac-11, Python .357
Snub-nose .38 or .380
Seventy Automatic, full metal jackets
Hollow points comin atcha fast
You feel the slug before you hear the blast

(I cramp your style
With a bullet and a smile) [Onyx]

Muthafuckas frontin hard
Lookin at niggas crazy and shit
Make a nigga break
Nigga don`t want me to pull out

[ VERSE 3 ]
I don`t like shootin but I do shoot straight
Niggas I be rollin with will shoot up a wake
Why you wanna step in the sights of a nigga
Known hair trigger, the coroner delivers
More cold bodies to the morgue each weekend
One minute you bleed, the next minute you`re leakin
Best to listen close cause this ain`t no boast
And never forget that I leave you wet
Bloody, sticky, holes in your Dickey`s
Oh what a pity, lookin all shitty
My Winchester will get the best of ya
Hand grenades will fade all the rest of ya
I reach out and touch you with the parabellum
You got a crew, you better tell em

Ice-T

Return Of The Real

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