ice anything, plenty chains Look at my tennis shoes, I iced that Who am i? the back twister, lingerie ripper Automatic leg spreader, quicker brain getter Keepin' it gangsta
Tryna get this damn label off I ain't havin that This is the millenium of Aftermath It ain't gonna be nothin' after that So give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap
kids to the head double-tap Guns don't kill people, it's just rap Guns don't kill people, rappers do (Summon the police) Woop woop woop Guns don't
't give brain, like I'm stupid You can do anything if you put your mind to it Get it, don't think about it The game is bad playa, ain't it bad playa? Don't
lot, down with rap a lot And I can't stop, won't stop So fuck Bill and Hillary Ice Cube their ain't no killin' me Ice Cube, Scarface, droppin' on these
don't stutter I'm a gangsta, raised around the dope fiends and hustlers But silence is golden, and the streets don't talk Don't let shit slide, 'cause
brains Shoot you twice in your stomach Then leave your boxin' shorts full of shit stains You're, bitch maid, you ain't a gangsta, you a sucker ass These
or lemon merengue? You ain't slangin' a thang, play guerilla But you ain't even orang and a tang I hang with a gang, we ride 'til we die Preferably
bounce Half a brick to flip, large amount accounts Life as a young nigga with loot don't count Life as a young nigga with loot turned out You know it ain't
top trying to be like Kane Then Snoop released and it became a G thang Claim sets, your city ain't got gangs Niggas hate you, they ain't paying you no
Thai food restaurant, Straits Internet sites, WeMix.com And my favorite, MyGhetto.com The MVP of this rap shit Luda, I'm a hustler, baller, gangsta,
t gonna do the right thing, I ain't Spike Lee Lopside 9 in your ice tea, choke 'em While I sex 'em like Ike T. St. Louis ain't ridin', that ain't likely
used to claim gangs, uh-huh Yo, when I rock Vokal, it's either Timb's or Nikes When I step in my Prada, I'ma rock the ice When the 'Tics do a show,
blue West Coast pioneer Dr. Dre, Ice-T, and all the rest All that money we makin' don't fault the West 'Cause we ain't the ones who created rap But
a rap or two and the bitches love it I'm only out for one thing so hate me I ain't the one so don't try to fade me I don't wear too much gold because
scream out Sir Too $hort Don't stop that rap! (Don't stop that rap!) And it's just like that, get busy Girls, while I rap I make big money, that ain't
get some get right like mac mall 'Cuz it act like you can?t rap at all We havin' jobs and swingin' on platinum balls So don?t get flat on your walls
fight like real g's What you niggaz wanna do? You can't fuck with these Ain't never had a strap Now you wanna gangsta rap Come can't to your hood 'Cause