Ice-T) It's the National Pass Time, it's blast time - club's out Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!! Niggas break ill, pop-drunks get the guns out
for the East coast, West coast, North and South We gonna sign this one off like this: Should I ill or do right? Make peace or go raw? My life's been
hardcore drum beats A little different than the average though Jet you through the fast lane drop ya on death row 'Cause anybody who's been there knows that life
a broken neck All alone in darkness I sit each night Write my rhymes with blood upon a butcher knife You say, "The Ice is ill", an' ill I am They try
's all about the dollars when the day is through It's the return of the real Return of the real I go deep into the street life's anatomy A nigga take
Hey, yo, Ice This guy here say, he wants to get in, man You're sure home boy's ready? Yo, Ice, this nigga said he's ready, man Yo, kid you're sure you
kill it's instant catastrophe Your whole life is over (Through) Forget about your girl your (Crew) Nowhere to run, so what you gonna do? Be glad it's
, gots to roll Till my cash flow's mega, baller not a beggar Bitches workin' plastic with the fake ID's Life in the lane, stackin' up G's Chop shops
nigga SLJ and DJ Aladdin Droppin the fat tracks Hit em with it Syndicate's in the muthafuckin house All duck MC's get flat, muthfuckas Yeah 1993 And it's
quick, you'll drop like a brick Unemployment's where you'll sit No friends 'cause you dissed 'em too No money, no crew, you're through You played yourself That's
's family all around me Im in my living room and I got Grammys all around me And famous bitches doing nose candy all around me. Welcome to the life The life that's
my records now I need to talk to jimmy I'm falling back in my old ways I'm riding with my semi Who's calling me its Chris he's on the other line with
em But I'm the Blueprint, I'm like the map for 'em I dropped another classic, make Puff pass it Nobody could touch Puff back when Puff had it Wayne's
ready to show you life how I get it okay, okay you see for me it ain't easy to stay cause I came up with nothing and now I got it all and them shorty's
g's old skool dope rider front off set shots 73 you say he's a traper pleas i hang around with a gang of thieves they prolly charge 200g's then sell your
Boy you got my heartbeat runnin' away Beating like a drum and it's coming your way Can't you hear that boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass Yeah that's