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Viewing Lyrics for Fuck It:

Artist:T Ice
No album artwork found
Album:The Seventh Deadly Sin
Track:Fuck It
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
Rating:not yet rated     
Views:1075
 
Lyrics:(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'ma 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'ma 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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