to take out a whole army I'm barmy out of my mind this time I got to have you for my woman cause your so damn fine Tell me tell me tell me? l'd
Yo, yo, what's up, this is MC Ice T I'm here to kick off the M.V.P.S for the 90's You know I'm talkin' about my most valuable player Buddies, ya, know
But every nigga in the hood ain't fly Light-skinned or dark, they're ninety percent marks Straight vics and they got money to give Then without 'em tell, me
This ain't no game to me, it's hollow fame to me Without respect from streets So I don't claim be the hardest motherfucker on earth Catch me slippin',
behind the wheels (But the record says the yellow niggas gettin' loose) Yo Ice, break it down like this Yeah nigga Yo P, cut that shit up properly Now, I never seen a MC
people in the house) --> MC Ricky D/Slick Rick [ INTRO: Ice-T ] Yo yo, in the place to be My name is MC Ice-T I got the Rhyme Syndicate with me We
Stupid ignorant, don't even talk to me At school you dropped Math, Science and History And then you get on the mic and try to act smart Well, let me tell
only half listen So you can't blame jazz musicians Or David Stern with his NBA fashion issues Oh, I think they like me, in my white tee You can't ice me
hype Offer me the record and I'll show you the type Of criminal this rap shit is breeding It's a fact that MC Hammer left me bleeding Vanilla Ice made
grind like a OG I got 12 diamond chains like a Ozzy follow me like de wizard of Oz girls love my style cuz it is so mean ask about me in da streets I
letting shit fly Too many fake niggas With they Fake Ice Talking Fake shit You got a Fake life 38 in ya mouth ~ Tell me what it taste like See me stop
It's a must 'cause I'm dangerous I'll be a hassle on the busta call me Angeldust I talk shit di, didn't stutter 2005 MC's in trouble You run for cover
ready for me I know the city gettin' ready Are you? Ready to go? I know the city gettin' ready for me I know the city gettin' ready (Big Sean) Now tell me
seen me on TV on BET Just making it seem easy Standing next to Common Sense and Yeezy And the whole world's seen me Bitch I know you seen me (Been
bother, the radio for back-up, alright then Your man got slapped up, extorted for his ice an' Street life is triflin', body over here Don't make me pull
me out Remember Pun? Terror Squad I'll battle ya all, from the charts to ghetto stars Face Triple Seis, the God of War like Mars That leave MC's smashed
it all night And I ride 'em long pads Maybe little crib could I'mma ask Him shortie what that mouth had Tell me if he's out of sight Tell me if he's
rappin' Let me tell you somethin' 'bout a nigga named $hort Rappers always talk about the way I can't flow But let me hit the mall with the same MC'
