Yeah, Ice-T nigga
Seven deadly sin
It's all about that hardcore mind
Got my nigga Razay
My nigga Bizarre and my girl Grippsta in the house
We gon' do it for all the hardcore niggas out there like this
A hard head makes us all fast
That's what they told me, huh
I'm totally gone, I'm in another zone
Nigga quote me on this
We layin' in sick my lyrics is deep
Havin' visions of ritual mirrors inside my sleep
Nigga peep
I remember watchin' the news
Dead people in Jimmy bags
I got a nine nigga get me mad
And watch me pull the razor blades and get to trippin'
I'm captain flippin', liquor sipper like Jack the Ripper
I'm on a mission drippin' the fog
And when it cease, a million motherfuckers decease
Some is police, a brutal hog, I'm activated
No hesitation to slice a motherfucker in thirty places
Fuck a case, ain't leavin' traces
Hit a residence, I'm aimin' the
Automatic, find a bitch, I'm hangin' her
Pertainin' the boss's regular
Better thank my mother
Flashbacks, Melendez brothers
The bloody covers, bloody gloves like Dolce
HK's my brain waves
I'll serve a nigga all day
Come out and play, you won't be comin' back
I put that on my dead pops
When I blast the fears drop
My bloody mask, we villain chasin'
It's non-stop, the cemetery is what you facin'
My steel's hot, it's smokin' like chainsaws
Brains call, recommendin' you get your homies
And watch your motherfuckin' gang fall
I only like my shit hardcore
Razay, South Central L.A. nigga
I only like my shit hardcore
I only like my shit hardcore
I only like my shit hardcore
Prepare for the night that you never wanted
These streets is taunted
Blacked out Impala with the big rims on it
Hit your corner with the lights out, bitch it's on
Duck down with your kids, you know what you did
Motherfuck what you niggas 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 flames like a road flare
You're now listenin' to the most hated
And most loved, at the same time 'cause
Ice nigga what the fuck you wanna do about it?
T, most you bitch niggas can't fuck with me
'Cause the shit y'all talk I can see through
Like you rollin' in a fat V-1-2
Bullshit, pull quick and have your shit cocked to drop
Keep a spare clip 'cause sometimes the shots don't stop
This motherfuckin' game I rap about, shit's for real
Double action, ain't gotta cock back no more
Got you bitch ass niggas sweatin' like Tae Bo
Rather lookin' in my face or just checkin' my flow
So, I advise you to keep it in the studio
Your attitude, you don't wanna meet me dude
My crew's like a fuckin' wild bunch of escapees
Like scientists, cross cells of apes and G's
Art of war, get your battle gear, black fatigues
You talk shit, your crew is catchin' casualties, uh
I only like my shit hardcore
Ice-T nigga, what
I only like my shit hardcore
I only like my shit hardcore
I only like my shit hardcore
Ayo my style be official, I bust like a pistol
Criminal the issue, mad shit the nigga been through
Penile system, handcuffs, nigga listen word up
Robbin' white boys to buy blunts
The representative, gore-tech assassin
Puerto Rican stallion, yo I be splashin'
Street wars, the hardcore ambassador
In the black four-door Acura, I tax yours
The marquise piece, gold teeth and medallion
Heads I be tappin' like the grams I be baggin'
Fightin', robbin', cut-throatin', tree smokin'
Violatin', infiltratin', blunt bakin'
Block regulator, Kay Baker, brick flippin'
Green expedition, vicodin, body's stinkin'
Bizarro, yo I got the hardcore flow
I drop the Puerto Rock from the Bronx, y'all know
I only like my shit hardcore
Bizarro, Boogie Down Bronx baby
I only like my shit hardcore
On the mic Gripp be flexin'
Who's next to wreck when I mic check
Mic check, I'm checkin' any verbal who's steppin'
What the fuck, nigga duck, you ain't fuckin' with this
Get touched 'cause I lust to bust what I clutch
With the quickness, killin' lyricists when I spit this
Who's next on my hit list when I rip this
Lyrically I'm imperial, the rap war general
Droppin' hoes quicker than a syllable
Yep, you killable, your style unfillable
Wishin' my shit was sellable, I ill for the fuck of it
Cream you know I'm lovin' it
Dick never suckin' it unless I see a buck in it
You need to quit cluckin' kid
I'm furious, leavin' your crew delirious
So you don't take it serious? I'm guessin' you mysterious
About the Westland test, I got the rep
For my niggas on the shore, got the ball, fuck the law
And yep, I wet 'em out
'Cause I proceed to spread 'em out
And dead 'em out, spray 'em out, lay 'em out
Ain't no surprise, can see me with both eyes
Young Gripp, I'm a prize, prepare for your demise
Recognize I put a hole in a local, a coroner
Nigga this is Grippsta
I only like my shit hardcore
Grippsta, Oakland, California
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