6'n the morning' police at my door Fresh adidas squerk across the bathroom floor Out the back window I make a escape Don't even get a chance to grab my
Speed of life,fast,it's like walkin' barefoot over broken glass It's like,jumpin' rope on a razor blade All lightning quick decisions are made Lifestyle
Come on, come on Do this, ugh, come on, come on Time to get wreck and kick the So on and so on The I C E T, O.G.M.C. L.A.P.D., H A T E (Ho) Watch the
Yo,it's time for me to pump the volume No problem,the record's revolvin' Evil's the mixer,I'm the rap trixister Paparazzi on the bum rush for pictures
Nobody ever said life was gon' be easy But damn Just a kid, moms died when I was seven Pops died, eleven, what's up with heaven? It's hell when you're
Original gangster Ten years ago I used to listen to rappers flow Talkin' bout the way they rocked the mic at the disco I liked how that shit was goin
-New Jack hustler Here I come, so you better break North As I stride, my gold chains glide back and forth I care nothing 'bout you, and that's evident
[Foreign content] I've got the power, hey, yeah, hey Like the crack of the whip, I snap attack Front to back in this thing called rap Dig it like a shovel
Coolin' in my crib, cold video dubbin' FBI wanted? Huh, don't mean nuttin' They call that shit a crime? Yo, that shit's a joke Hit record on my dope remote
Rampage on stage,my crews in a rage Searched my posse,found the Uzi but missed the 12 gauge Maniac,I'm a rhyme brainiac,livin' on the edge of a razor
I was born in New Jersey, I said it before But I guess nobody heard me, my mother died young No sistas or brothas, I was the only son When I was twelve
I'm rollin' up in a big grey bus And I'm shackled down myself that's who I trust The minute I arrived some sucker got hit Shanked ten times behind some
This is it, dope from the fly kid The Ice mic is back with the high bid Suckers you've lost 'cause players you're not, gangstas you ain't You're faintin
want to open the hole Just put your head down and go Step beside the piece of the circumstance Got to wash away the taste of evidence Wash it away (evidence
want to open your hole Just put your head down and go Step beside the piece of the circumstance Got to wash away the taste of evidence Wash it away(evidence
really happening My eyes can see, yeah It's not an illusion, I didn't imagine this I've got the evidence, yeah I've the evidence I've got the evidence
bone are on the floor These I must hide Pounding the teeth, comminute bones They never will know Chop up the corpse, concealing my crime They never will find Evidence
things That pull my spirit down Burn the evidence Burn the evidence Burn the evidence Don't shake the hands of fate Burn the evidence Burn the evidence Burn the evidence
