Tonart: C minor•
Verse 1
Cm
Eb
It's going down
Cm
Eb
From the ammo dump
DJ
Aladdin
Cm
Eb
Droppin' the phat tracks
Eb
Syndicates in the motherfuckin'
Cm
house
Eb
All duck emcees get flat
Cm
Bb
Eb
motherfuckers
Cm
Bb
Yeah
And it's still me
I rappin' brother from
L .A. to
Cool
T
Diss a brother, hate a brother
Cm
I still come back with the phat tracks
I got a mind to codicil, fool
Cm
Eb
Whack rappers sellin',
I urge me to pull tools
Cm
Eb
For no reason
Cm
Eb
Popsuckas hookin' for hits
like hoeskies
Cm
Eb
And prostitutes that can't shoot
Yet your clock loops,
dance steps with weak styles
But you look cute, bitch
That shit's whack
Cm
Let
Eb
Hammer dance and you other
fools ease back
Cm
Eb
The microphone is from twistin'
a clenched fist
Ab
Eb
Cm
laid out a load of my hit list
Eb
And make duck rappers pray
Cm
Eb
Many talk shit but none step this way
Cm
Eb
Cause I'm quick to beat
down a weak plan
Plot crazy truths from
Cm
LA to the boogie down I
Cm
Eb
Got hoes locked like
a motherfuckin' bear trap
Cm
Eb
Ice motherfuckin' tea
Cm
Eb
But for hoes, gee, they need two forms of
ID
Eb
not the best, but I'm hard
to shake
Cm
Eb
Watch the ice break
Cm
Eb
Cm
Bb
Eb
Cm
Watch the ice break
Eb
Cm
Eb
Yo let's see now
who's trying to diss me
Cm
Eb
Say I sold out cause I rock with the
BC
Y 'all bitches, you straight whack
Quick to talk shit but always behind the
back I do whatever I wanna do, punk hoe
I rock a perm, you rock an afro I wear
khakis while y 'all wear silk
Y 'all drink forties and I drink milk
Cm
Eb
Cause that's my motherfuckin' biz
Cm
Eb
I never sell out cause there's no sale,
kid
Cm
Eb
Hardcore took my heart from
the fuckin' start
Cm
Eb
Whether done over beats or loud guitars
Cm
Eb
I drop the dope hits
Eb
I invented this gangster shit
Cm
Eb
You wanna step to me, new jack, walk
Cm
Eb
Come back in five
LPs, then we can talk
You just new, kid, you gotta hit out
In interviews you talk a lot of shit out
You got paid, you really made out,
you went broke when your one jam played out
Cm
Eb
Now you're searching for that
Cm
Eb
one more hit
Cm
Eb
Shit, I ain't new to this,
Cm
Eb
I got gangs of gold, I come original
Cm
Then I break the mold, too many
Eb
Cm
MCs hit then fold, they're just fakes
Eb
Huh, watch the ice break
Bb
Eb
Cm
Eb
Bb
Eb
Cm
Eb
Cm
Yeah,
Eb
Cm
Syndicate jumpin' off 1993
Eb
on some old fly smooth shit
Cm
Eb
All the motherfuckers out there down with us,
Cm
Eb
you know what I'm sayin', we rollin' strong
Cm
All the busters out there
Eb
that got some static to say
Cm
Eb
We settin' shit off physically this year
Eb
Cm
KRS -One says, suck
Eb
Cm
MCs, duck, damn
Eb
Cm
Motherfuckers ain't takin' no shit,
Eb
Cm
I'm swingin' on busters point blank
Bb
Eb
Cm
Eb
This mean it's on, straight up
Cm
Eb
Now it's the break of dawn
and the mic is still on
Cm
Eb
All hoes are fucking and the
rhymes are damn strong
Cm
Many
Eb
MC's are choking from the mic smoke
Cm
Eb
Those who tried to get with
me lost in rhyme infinity
Cm
Eb
Or they lost breath
Cm
Eb
They'll try to step to the ice
Cm
equal short of death
Cause you've been a beginner
Eb
than you ever assumed
Cm
Eb
Drop the mic, go rap in your living room
Cm
Eb
I love the quick kill
Swing on a nigga sometimes
hit the break gill
Cm
Eb
Knuckle up, bust a fool in his fucking eye
Cm
Eb
All hands, I need no gun, yo punk, why?
Cm
Eb
Cause if I pull my gun you die,
Cm
Eb
no second try
I gotta cool out now so I don't overfree
Nut up and start murderin'
MCs
Start catchin' bodies from state to state
Gm
Ab
Eb
Don the ski mask and walk the street flake
And do me up a whole damn crew
Eb
Ab
The ghetto boys is trippin' but my
Eb
mind's trickin' me too
Cause this me and I'll meet you one day
Cm
Eb
And bet your life it won't be a fun day
Cm
Eb
I hope nig ga it's not your
Cm
Eb
fate that you're around
Cm
Eb
Cm
When the ice breaks
Eb
Cm
Eb
Cm
Eb
When the ice breaks
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