smacked the fuck up, you know Can't put me in jail You can't even fuck with me 'Cause I'm the craziest motherfucker on the street Don't anybody want none
killer, cop killer Cop killer, cop killer what you're gonna be when you grown up? Cop killer, good choice, cop killer I'ma motherfuckin' cop killer [Chorus: Ice-T
top, Real one on the scene with the gangsta lean The real one! Huh? Whut? The real one! Huh, nigga whut? [Verse 2: Ice-T] It's '98, playa, check your
on the streets And if you can't strategize then you just can't eat If your life in another nigga hand, you deaded And if it's beef and your man disappear then don't
I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way" -- Grand Puba (repeat 3X) Nothin like the old school/ain't nuttin like the old
.. *machine gun fires* "Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like" - Ice Cube *machine gun fires* "Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like" - Ice
my watch is right, my stocks is right But don't be shocked tonight, if you get shot tonight Still gutter like a motherf***er Chipped up don't be surprised
in but don't touch the phone Ya heard me? Money come money go I know But everytime I flow it's mo money fa sho Ya heard me? In the street niggas sayin
niggaz is rowdy rowdy Cleveland niggaz is bout it bout it 50 cent ain't gonna kill ya nigga, don't get doubted Got your gun, well don't leave home without
what you don't know Kobe? Yeah, he's real with the flow Kick in the do' wavin' the flow-flow All you heard was stop, can't take the hits no more Ha, didn't
but don't touch the phone Ya heard me? Money come money go I know But everytime I flow it's mo money fa sho Ya heard me? In the street niggas sayin I'
the streets I'm Freeway Ricky Cus I keep the streets flooded with that crack music I be selling cd's like them niggas push kilos But I don't push weight
is messed up, sometimes I feel like God packed up and left us, Terrorist killing people for no reason, the good die young while evil's still breathing, I can't
some 26-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!") I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin with instincts to kill N'Sync, don't get me started These fuckin brats can't
t bumpin me But now that I got this little company Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease But you won't get a crumb from me Cause I'm from the streets
you was Vanilla Ice... Yo guess what... my nuuuuuuuuutz Here I go with the lyrical miracle... spiritual spiritual...you dont wanna hear it tho I rickety rock the micrphone Don't
Im eaten you alive inside Jesus Christ, if your that much of a gangster, put the mic down You should be out killin motherfuckers right now Kill a motherfucker dead, kill