do a fly by Time to rip and hit and strangle I eat Guardian Angels And toy emcees With their names on the front page I bury in shallow graves I don't
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And do a fly by Time to rip and hit and strangle I eat Guardian Angels And toy emcees With their names on the front page I bury in shallow graves I don't
that we do you be up in the club i be up in the clouds ohhh, don't gotta ask me if i burn enough cause' we don't run out blow it by the o, even my fans
't fly by me in a man 'Cause I do not accept any less Than someone just as real, as fabulous Don't want no paper gangsta Won't sign away my life to
rumor that things ain't changin' But Lord knows that we gon' make it I'm the king of all kings, I abide by no rules And do what I do by any means Call
. Ice T just microphonin' 33 and 1/3 revolutions per minute This record is def because my heart is in it Vocals laid by the Ice,tempos tight and precise Special effects will be created by
it eyes No, you ain't, man No, you ain't come A brother think you've got back up But you really don't You know why I wouldn't even hit you with my fist
monster of the city streets Remotely controlled by hard hip hop beats But just livin' in the city is a serious task Didn't know what the cops wanted Didn't
won't know their name Gangsters to the max,all marks will be taxed These girls drive FERRARIS not CADILLACS Respect is demanded,most men don't understand
'? How the fuck you gonna tell me to run my motherfuckin' life? Bitch, you don't even know who the fuck you are You talkin' about you don't like rap, you don't
time for all to work together for peace 'Cause everybody's doomed if the killings don't cease Street homicide, war, it's all the same 'Cause murder is murder by
it's groovy I say it's fly,you know why? Because it's spoken by the brother,whose name is spent with the "I" The C-E-T.,Cold Chillin' rhyme villain on
up, this is Ice muthafuckin' T And I've been listenin' to a lotta DJ's Get on the mike and tryin' to get busy You know what I'm sayin'? But can't no
my rhymes with blood upon a butcher knife You say, "The Ice is ill", an' ill I am They try to ban my shit and I don't give a damn Roll up, your eye will
