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Ice T
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Drama
Cruisin for a bruisin,Im talkin no crap
Pipe bomb in my trunk,got a nine in my lap
Im layin for a sprayin,tonight theres no playin
My posses most strapped,tonight the crews weighin
Dust is burnin,the steering wheels turnin
Im out a week,Im already earnin
Suckers crossed,tonight its their loss
Payback time,boy,lifes the cost
Gauges out the window,one lay cross the roof
They all die if those suckers aint bullet proof
Im rollin death tollin,of course the cars stolen
But Im blind to whats wrong,all I want is whats golden
A fool in a fight,too dumb to know right
Fuckin blue light-readem their rights
Drama (x4)
Copped an alias bailed out in an hour or less
I keep a bank for that dont know about the rest
Copped another piece,hit the dark streets
Rollin once again,fuck the damn police
Called up my friend JOE, a roof job pro,459 on his mind car stereos
He said the spot was sleep,he cased the joint a week
3 a.m. on the dot inside we creep
Got Alpines,Fishes,JVCs,
Motorola Phones,Sony Color TVs
Had the hide packed up till we heard freeze
Fuckin blue lights-readem their rights
Drama (x4)
4 in the morning,lights in my face
Thats the time,you know the place
Cuffed in the room with the two-way glass
Detects in effect cold doggin my ass
"Whats your date of birth?"..."Whats your real name?"
I stuck to my alias,I know the game
If they dont know who you are,then they dont know what youve done
"Youre just makin this harder on yourself,son"
I know this shit by heart,Im too clever
"Have you ever been arrested before?"
"Nope,never"
Da reject all over his face
You see no confession,no case
Then my boy started illin,talkin and tellin
Son of a bitch-he was a snitch
Drama (x6)
Under I went,I caught a case and half
He dropped the mallet,then the judge laughed
Now Im in the penzo,chillin like a real pro
I cant move until the man says go
A puppet of the big game,an institutional thing
I wouldnt be here if I fed my brain
Got knowledge from school books,instead of street crooks
Now all I get is penitentiary hard looks
The joint is like an oven of caged heat
Youre just a number,another piece of tough meat
Killers and robbers are all you great
Act soft you will get beat
On death row they got their own hot seat
For those who feel that they are truly elite
The last thing you sees a priest
The lights dim-your life ends
Drama |
Eingetragen |
12.Oct.2001 23:10:19 |
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28.May.2004 19:05:01 |
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