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