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(Intro: Ice-T) |
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Yeah, Ice-T nigga, Seventh Deadly Sin |
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It's all about that hardcore mind |
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Got my nigga Radzay, my nigga Bazaro, my girl Gripsta in the house |
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We gonna do it for all the hardcore niggas out there like this... |
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(Radzay) |
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A hard hit makes a soft ass, that's what they told me huh! |
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I'm totally gone, I'm in another zone nigga put me on this |
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We layin' stick, my lyrics is heat |
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Havin' visions of ritual mirrors inside my sleep - nigga peep |
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I remember watchin' the news, dead people in jimmy bag |
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I got a Nine nigga get me mad |
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And watch me throw up razorblades and get to trippin' |
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I'm cats and crippin', lickin' is civil like Jack the Ripper |
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I'm on a mission drippin'-a-fog |
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An when it sees a million motherfuckers deceased |
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some of police are brutal hog, I'm actor-baitin' |
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No hesitation to slice a motherfucker in thirty places |
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Fuck a case - ain't leavin' traces here to Redder-Dip |
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I'm aimin' a - automatic find a bitch I'm hangin' up |
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Protainin' up, boss strangler, better save my mother |
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Flat packs will end as brothers - the bloody covers |
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Bloody gloves like Yo-J, AK's my brainwaves |
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I'll strung a nigga all day to my dear play you won't be comin' back |
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I put that on my dear pops when I blast a fierce drop |
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My bloody mask revealin' Jason it's non-stop |
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The cemetary is what you facin' |
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My steel shot is smokin' like chainsaws, brains call |
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recommend that you get your homies and watch your motherfuckin' game fall |
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(Chorus) |
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I only like my shit hardcore |
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(Radzay, South Central L.A. nigga) |
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I only like my shit hardcore |
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I only like my shit hardcore |
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I only like my shit hardcore |
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(Ice-T) |
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Prepare for the night that you never wanted |
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These streets is taunted, blacked out impala with the big rims on it |
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Hit'cha corner with the lights out, bitch it's on |
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Duck down wit'cha kids, you know what you did |
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Motherfuck what your niggas say, watch for the ricochet |
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it's gonna be hard to hear much, once my trigger spray |
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That's neither here nor there, just beware |
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Cause when I bust off my gat flings like a roll flair |
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You now listenin' to - the most hated and most loved at the same time cuz |
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Ice nigga what the fuck you wanna do about a T |
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Most'cha bitch niggas can't fuck with me |
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Cause your chin-chalked talk I can see through |
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Like you're rollin' in a phat V-12 |
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Bulllshit - pull quick and have your shit cocked or dropped |
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Keep a spare clip cause sometimes the shots don't stop |
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It's motherfuckin' game to rap about, shits' for real |
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Double action, ain't gotta cock back no more |
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Got you bitch-ass niggas sweatin' like Taibo |
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Rather lookin', in my face, I'm just checkin' my flow |
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So, I advise you to keep it in the studio |
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Your attittude, you don't wanna meet me dude |
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My crews' like a fuckin' wild bunch of escaped beasts |
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Like scientists, cross cells of apes and G's |
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All the war - get you battle gear, black fatigues |
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You talk shit, your crews' catch a casualty, uh! |
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(Chorus) |
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I only like my shit hardcore |
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(Ice-T nigga, what?) |
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I only like my shit hardcore |
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I only like my shit hardcore |
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I only like my shit hardcore |
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(Bazaro) |
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Aiyyo my style be official, I bust like a pistol |
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Criminal - the issue, mad shit the nigga been through |
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Peep now, system, handcuffs nigga listen |
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Word up, robbin' white boys to buy blunts |
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The representative - GorTek Assassin thought to be a stallion |
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Yo I be splashin' Street Wars |
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The hardcore Ambassador in a black four door Akaror, I attach yours |
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The Marquise piece, gold teeth and medallion |
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Heads I be sappin' like the grams I be baggin' |
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Fightin' women, cut throat and tree smokin' |
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Violatin', infiltratin', blunt bakin' |
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Block regulatin', the cake, bake, a brick flippin' |
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Green expedition thicker to body stickin' |
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Bazaro, yo I got the hardcore flow |
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I drop to put a rock from the Bronx y'all know |
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(Chorus) |
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I only like my shit hardcore |
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(Bazaro, Boogie down Bronx baby) |
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I only like my shit hardcore |
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(Grip) |
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On the mic, Grip be flexin' |
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Who's next to wreck when I mic check, mic check |
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I'm checkin' any verbal an' steppin' |
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What the fuck nigga duck you ain't fuckin' with this |
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Get touched cause I lust to bust when I clutch |
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with the quickness, killin' lyricist when I spit this |
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Who's next on my hitlist when I rip this |
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Lyrically I'm material, the Rap War General |
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droppin' hoes quicker than a syllable, yeah you killable |
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Your style, unfillable, wishin' my shit was stillable |
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I eel for the fuck of it, queen you know I'm lovin' it |
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Dick, never suckin' it unless I see a buck in it |
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You need the whip, cluck it kid, I'm furious |
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Leavin' your crew delirious so you don't take it serious |
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I'm guessin' you was serious about the West, none test |
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I got the rep for my niggas on the shaw |
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Got the ball, fuck the law and yep I wet 'em out |
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As I proceed to spread 'em out and dead 'em out |
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Spray 'em out, lay 'em out |
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Ain't no surprise, come see me with four eyes |
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Young Grip I'm a prize, prepare for you demise |
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Recognize I put a hole in the local aforenor |
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Nigga this is Coroner |
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(Ice-T) |
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Gripsta, Oakland, California |
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I only like my shit hardcore... |
