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Origineel

(Intro: WC) Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang (Ice-T) Yeah 'sup with these niggas in the club lookin' at Niggas crazy and shit (Word, yeah fuck them body-o's homes) Motherfuckers is faggots (call me nigga?) (Ice-T) Step back it's the ultimate nigga with the hot shit The last standin' man, smack you with my backhand The veteran-er-the games you claim to be in Let me begin, express it, explain the dilemma (Chorus: Ice-T) It's either them or us, niggas that bust Niggas who ride, niggas that'll kill for this side Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!! (Ice-T) It's the National Pass Time, it's blast time - club's out Niggas break ill, pop-drunks get the guns out Set the shit off with the full clips Niggas lookin' hard in the club - now whassup bitch? Whassup bitch?!! Pull your weapon if you got it I'da shot it, plus you never live with rockets Tried to dodge it, caught you all in the arm pit Easy target, dug you out in the lot kid (Chorus: Ice-T) It's either them or us, niggas that bust Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!! It's either them or us, niggas that bust Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!! (El Sadiq) Yo, too many bitch-ass-niggas think they got a lot And I'mma dead these wannabe heads with consecutive shots Man, they smile up in you, griller wanna give you a pen Stick it to your crew like glue like they been down Man listen, kill that bull with the fake-ass handshakes You can slide by me with the rest of them damn snakes Flakin' like paper while I'm takin' my life serious You talkin' and playin', your whole antenna's mystevious Claimin' that you got juice with an ultimate ??? But when the brother test you, murder and recieved no types of love You think you got game, with that favour to your brain? FUCK YA NAME!!! Stompin' the rut got yourself to blame I represent Castor - bring it to you live But cool and civilized, despise a nigga's livin' lies No alibi's I see the weakness in your eyes dun You wanna run? Plus ya scared to shoot a gun for fun You bust a couple of slugs off the rooftop My team, come and touch ya somethin', make ya crew drop My nigga ICE, twice as nice El Sadiq free shit but platinum mics Chorus: Ice-T) It's either them or us, niggas that bust Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!! It's either them or us, niggas that bust Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!! (Powerlord JEL) You wanna get live? Start scaubblin' with the bald-heads Callin' them family, told 'em nothin' but the feds That's the blue and red who be dead When the sunrise come six in the mornin'? I'm maxin' like a wiseguy Know the John Gotti but I'm fuckin' up the body Everytime my poet thug at a party Ya wanna step to T, go through JEL first But remember where you see your homicide show rehearsed Check 'em tag-times like they do with a pencil No more solitary cause we mashin' in a Benzo Next who gettin' hitters talkin' shit cause we bit 'em Seven Deadly Sinner, problem-atic-rhyme-spitter You a quitter - but I'mma bomb steady If I was out of slugs, look out for Machette From ear to ear homes, it's clear, you'll be bleedin' Not me motherfucker lifestyles I've been devin' Chorus: Ice-T) It's either them or us, niggas that bust Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!! It's either them or us, niggas that bust Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!! (Outro: Ice-T) Yeah, Ice-T nigga, El sadiq nigga JEL - Rhyme Poetic Mafia nigga You niggas really don't wanna get down Talk a lot of shit but you don't wanna get down Bitch-ass-niggas, hit a nigga dead in his wig FUCK IT!!! Seventh...

 

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(Intro: WC) Dub-C van de Westside Connect Gang Dub-C van de Westside Connect Gang Dub-C van de Westside Connect Gang (Ice-T) Yeah 'sup with these niggas in the club lookin' at Niggas crazy and shit (Word, yeah fuck them body-o's homes) Motherfuckers is faggots (noem je mij nigga?) (Ice-T) Step back it's the ultimate nigga with the hot shit The last standin' man, smack you with my backhand The veteran-er-the games you claim to be in Let me begin, express it, explain the dilemma (Refrein: Ice-T) Het is zij of wij, niggas die kapot gaan Niggas who ride, niggas that'll kill for this side Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound Raak een neger dood in zijn pruik - FUCK IT!! (Ice-T) It's the National Pass Time, it's blast time - club's out Niggas break ill, pop-drunks get the guns out Set the shit off with the full clips Niggas lookin' hard in the club - now whassup bitch? Wat is er aan de hand, bitch?! Trek je wapen als je het hebt. Ik heb hem neergeschoten, plus je leeft niet met raketten. Ik probeerde het te ontwijken, en ving jullie allemaal in de armkuil. Makkelijk doelwit, ik heb je in de kuil gegraven. (Refrein: Ice-T) Het is zij of wij, niggas die kapot gaan Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound Raak een neger dood in zijn pruik - FUCK IT!! Het is zij of wij, niggas die kapot gaan Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound Raak een neger dood in zijn pruik - FUCK IT!! (El Sadiq) Te veel teef-niggas denken dat ze veel hebben. En ik ga deze wannabe hoofden doden met opeenvolgende schoten Man, ze glimlachen in je, griller wil je een pen geven Plak het aan je groep als lijm alsof ze down zijn Man luister, dood die stier met die nep handdrukken Je kunt langs me heen glippen met de rest van die verdomde slangen. Fladderend als papier terwijl ik mijn leven serieus neem Je praat en speelt, je hele antenne is mystiek Beweren dat je sap hebt met een ultieme ??? Maar als de broer je test, moord en geen liefde ontvangt Denk je dat je een spel hebt, met die gunst aan je hersenen? FUCK YA NAME!!! Stompin' the rut got yourself to blame Ik vertegenwoordig Castor - breng het naar je live Maar cool en beschaafd, veracht een neger die in leugens leeft Geen alibi's, ik zie de zwakte in je ogen. Wil je vluchten? En je bent bang om voor de lol met een pistool te schieten. Je schiet een paar kogels van het dak. Mijn team, kom en raak je iets aan, laat je team vallen Mijn nigga ICE, twee keer zo aardig. El Sadiq free shit but platinum mics Chorus: Ice-T) It's either them or us, niggas that bust Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound Raak een neger dood in zijn pruik - FUCK IT!! It's either them or us, niggas that bust Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!! (Powerlord JEL) Wil je in leven blijven? Start scaubblin' with the bald-heads Noem ze familie, vertel ze niets anders dan de FBI. Dat zijn de blauwe en rode die dood zijn. Als de zon opkomt om zes uur 's morgens? I'm maxin' like a wiseguy Know the John Gotti but I'm fuckin' up the body Everytime my poet thug at a party Ya wanna step to T, go through JEL first Maar onthoud waar je je moord show gerepeteerd ziet Check 'em tag-times like they do with a pencil No more solitary cause we mashin' in a Benzo De volgende die de slagmannen aan het praten krijgt omdat we ze gebeten hebben. Seven Deadly Sinner, problem-atic-rhyme-spitter Jij bent een opgever - maar ik ben een regelmatige bom Als ik geen slakken meer had, kijk dan uit naar Machette Van oor tot oor huizen, het is duidelijk, je zult bloeden Niet mijn motherfucker levensstijl die ik heb ontwikkeld Chorus: Ice-T) It's either them or us, niggas that bust Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!! It's either them or us, niggas that bust Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!! (Outro: Ice-T) Yeah, Ice-T nigga, El sadiq nigga JEL - Rhyme Poetic Mafia nigga Jullie nikkers willen echt niet naar beneden. Praten een hoop onzin maar je wilt niet naar beneden Bitch-ass-niggas, hit a nigga dead in his wig FUCK IT!!! Zevende...