Squeeze The Trigger Lyrics
| Song | Squeeze The Trigger |
| Artist | Ice T |
| Album | Greatest Hits: The Evidence |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Squeeze the trigger | |
| 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 | |
| Remember that | |
| Cold rollin' thick as a shake,i'm rockin' hard as a quake | |
| I can't live on bread and water or lobster and steak | |
| My mino's a riot gun,there ain't none bigger | |
| About to unload the ammo,"e" squeeze the trigger | |
| They say i'm violent,they should watch their t.v. | |
| They say i'm brutal,they should check their p.d. | |
| You made me,now your kids rave me | |
| I rap about the life that the city streets gave me | |
| Murder,intrigue,somebody must bleed | |
| Miami vice is small time,l.a's the big league | |
| From the rollin' 60's to the nickerson "g" | |
| Pueblos,grape street,this is what i see | |
| The jungle,the 30's,the v.n.g. | |
| Life in l.a. ain't no cup of ter | |
| Squeeze the trigger | |
| I've been dogged out by cops,shackled and socked | |
| Paid my dues to the streets,took my hard knocks | |
| Disrespected by snobs,damn near trampled by mobs | |
| Persecuted by squares workin' nine to five jobs | |
| Like a panther i prowl ,like a lion i growl | |
| Learn to see behind my back like the head of an owl | |
| I'm the voice of the youth,the prophet of truth | |
| What i speak is really though some | |
| May say ruthless tactics are takin' by me to awaken | |
| People to life but i feel no fakin' | |
| No jivin',no lyin',no frontin',no playin' | |
| Say exactly whats up,understand what i'm sayin' | |
| Ban me,try it,you might cause a riot | |
| What the radio won't play,the underground will supply it | |
| I'm a mc pirate that's loud not quiet | |
| Radical as they make'em,make a rule i'll defy it | |
| Critics may say i'm wise,some may call my words lies | |
| I've lived more in one day than they will in their lives | |
| But most do respect the words i inject | |
| Kick credit for realism and the truth i project | |
| Because i could bust rhymes for fun,or cut mc's like a knife | |
| But the topic i love is the drama of life | |
| So don't diss me don't dare,i feel you should care | |
| You may think i'm soft but you're just unaware | |
| Of the wrath of the ice enraged prepare | |
| For a true nighmare | |
| Squeeze the trigger | |
| Cops hate kids,kids hate cops,cops kill kid's with warnin' shouts | |
| What is crime and what in not?what is justice?i think i forgot | |
| We buy weapons to keep us strong | |
| Reagan sends guns where they don't belong | |
| The controversy is thick and the drag is strong | |
| But no matter the lies we all know who's wrong | |
| Homeless sleep on the city streets | |
| Waitin' to die with nothin' to eat | |
| While rich politicians soak their feet | |
| In the pools at their ten million buck retreats | |
| People hate people for color of face | |
| No one had a choice in the race we were placed | |
| A brother in queens was beaten and chased | |
| Murdered cold in the streets, a goodamn disgrace | |
| Just because of his race,his life went to waste | |
| And no one went to jail when the court heard the case | |
| Justice or corruption?it's all interlaced | |
| How can you swallow this?i can't stand the taste | |
| Squeeze the trigger | |
| I get paid for illin',cold makin' a killin' | |
| My pockets keep fillin',i got dollars to the ceilin' | |
| Got a safe in my floor,car got bullet proof doors | |
| Every time i rock the mic i leave you wishin' for more | |
| Because my raps ain't bull,got cold stupid pull | |
| You wanna eat my rhymes like candy,till your mind's over full | |
| But most mc's today ain't got nothin' to say | |
| "a" to the mother fuckin' "k" | |
| Squeeze the trigger |
| Squeeze the trigger | |
| 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 | |
| Remember that | |
| Cold rollin' thick as a shake, i' m rockin' hard as a quake | |
| I can' t live on bread and water or lobster and steak | |
| My mino' s a riot gun, there ain' t none bigger | |
| About to unload the ammo," e" squeeze the trigger | |
| They say i' m violent, they should watch their t. v. | |
| They say i' m brutal, they should check their p. d. | |
| You made me, now your kids rave me | |
| I rap about the life that the city streets gave me | |
| Murder, intrigue, somebody must bleed | |
| Miami vice is small time, l. a' s the big league | |
| From the rollin' 60' s to the nickerson " g" | |
| Pueblos, grape street, this is what i see | |
| The jungle, the 30' s, the v. n. g. | |
| Life in l. a. ain' t no cup of ter | |
| Squeeze the trigger | |
| I' ve been dogged out by cops, shackled and socked | |
| Paid my dues to the streets, took my hard knocks | |
| Disrespected by snobs, damn near trampled by mobs | |
| Persecuted by squares workin' nine to five jobs | |
| Like a panther i prowl , like a lion i growl | |
| Learn to see behind my back like the head of an owl | |
| I' m the voice of the youth, the prophet of truth | |
| What i speak is really though some | |
| May say ruthless tactics are takin' by me to awaken | |
| People to life but i feel no fakin' | |
| No jivin', no lyin', no frontin', no playin' | |
| Say exactly whats up, understand what i' m sayin' | |
| Ban me, try it, you might cause a riot | |
| What the radio won' t play, the underground will supply it | |
| I' m a mc pirate that' s loud not quiet | |
| Radical as they make' em, make a rule i' ll defy it | |
| Critics may say i' m wise, some may call my words lies | |
| I' ve lived more in one day than they will in their lives | |
| But most do respect the words i inject | |
| Kick credit for realism and the truth i project | |
| Because i could bust rhymes for fun, or cut mc' s like a knife | |
| But the topic i love is the drama of life | |
| So don' t diss me don' t dare, i feel you should care | |
| You may think i' m soft but you' re just unaware | |
| Of the wrath of the ice enraged prepare | |
| For a true nighmare | |
| Squeeze the trigger | |
| Cops hate kids, kids hate cops, cops kill kid' s with warnin' shouts | |
| What is crime and what in not? what is justice? i think i forgot | |
| We buy weapons to keep us strong | |
| Reagan sends guns where they don' t belong | |
| The controversy is thick and the drag is strong | |
| But no matter the lies we all know who' s wrong | |
| Homeless sleep on the city streets | |
| Waitin' to die with nothin' to eat | |
| While rich politicians soak their feet | |
| In the pools at their ten million buck retreats | |
| People hate people for color of face | |
| No one had a choice in the race we were placed | |
| A brother in queens was beaten and chased | |
| Murdered cold in the streets, a goodamn disgrace | |
| Just because of his race, his life went to waste | |
| And no one went to jail when the court heard the case | |
| Justice or corruption? it' s all interlaced | |
| How can you swallow this? i can' t stand the taste | |
| Squeeze the trigger | |
| I get paid for illin', cold makin' a killin' | |
| My pockets keep fillin', i got dollars to the ceilin' | |
| Got a safe in my floor, car got bullet proof doors | |
| Every time i rock the mic i leave you wishin' for more | |
| Because my raps ain' t bull, got cold stupid pull | |
| You wanna eat my rhymes like candy, till your mind' s over full | |
| But most mc' s today ain' t got nothin' to say | |
| " a" to the mother fuckin' " k" | |
| Squeeze the trigger |
| Squeeze the trigger | |
| 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 | |
| Remember that | |
| Cold rollin' thick as a shake, i' m rockin' hard as a quake | |
| I can' t live on bread and water or lobster and steak | |
| My mino' s a riot gun, there ain' t none bigger | |
| About to unload the ammo," e" squeeze the trigger | |
| They say i' m violent, they should watch their t. v. | |
| They say i' m brutal, they should check their p. d. | |
| You made me, now your kids rave me | |
| I rap about the life that the city streets gave me | |
| Murder, intrigue, somebody must bleed | |
| Miami vice is small time, l. a' s the big league | |
| From the rollin' 60' s to the nickerson " g" | |
| Pueblos, grape street, this is what i see | |
| The jungle, the 30' s, the v. n. g. | |
| Life in l. a. ain' t no cup of ter | |
| Squeeze the trigger | |
| I' ve been dogged out by cops, shackled and socked | |
| Paid my dues to the streets, took my hard knocks | |
| Disrespected by snobs, damn near trampled by mobs | |
| Persecuted by squares workin' nine to five jobs | |
| Like a panther i prowl , like a lion i growl | |
| Learn to see behind my back like the head of an owl | |
| I' m the voice of the youth, the prophet of truth | |
| What i speak is really though some | |
| May say ruthless tactics are takin' by me to awaken | |
| People to life but i feel no fakin' | |
| No jivin', no lyin', no frontin', no playin' | |
| Say exactly whats up, understand what i' m sayin' | |
| Ban me, try it, you might cause a riot | |
| What the radio won' t play, the underground will supply it | |
| I' m a mc pirate that' s loud not quiet | |
| Radical as they make' em, make a rule i' ll defy it | |
| Critics may say i' m wise, some may call my words lies | |
| I' ve lived more in one day than they will in their lives | |
| But most do respect the words i inject | |
| Kick credit for realism and the truth i project | |
| Because i could bust rhymes for fun, or cut mc' s like a knife | |
| But the topic i love is the drama of life | |
| So don' t diss me don' t dare, i feel you should care | |
| You may think i' m soft but you' re just unaware | |
| Of the wrath of the ice enraged prepare | |
| For a true nighmare | |
| Squeeze the trigger | |
| Cops hate kids, kids hate cops, cops kill kid' s with warnin' shouts | |
| What is crime and what in not? what is justice? i think i forgot | |
| We buy weapons to keep us strong | |
| Reagan sends guns where they don' t belong | |
| The controversy is thick and the drag is strong | |
| But no matter the lies we all know who' s wrong | |
| Homeless sleep on the city streets | |
| Waitin' to die with nothin' to eat | |
| While rich politicians soak their feet | |
| In the pools at their ten million buck retreats | |
| People hate people for color of face | |
| No one had a choice in the race we were placed | |
| A brother in queens was beaten and chased | |
| Murdered cold in the streets, a goodamn disgrace | |
| Just because of his race, his life went to waste | |
| And no one went to jail when the court heard the case | |
| Justice or corruption? it' s all interlaced | |
| How can you swallow this? i can' t stand the taste | |
| Squeeze the trigger | |
| I get paid for illin', cold makin' a killin' | |
| My pockets keep fillin', i got dollars to the ceilin' | |
| Got a safe in my floor, car got bullet proof doors | |
| Every time i rock the mic i leave you wishin' for more | |
| Because my raps ain' t bull, got cold stupid pull | |
| You wanna eat my rhymes like candy, till your mind' s over full | |
| But most mc' s today ain' t got nothin' to say | |
| " a" to the mother fuckin' " k" | |
| Squeeze the trigger |
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