Ice M.F. T Lyrics

Yeah, 1993, I'm back motherf**ker, this is Ice T
Got my nigga Ice Cube in the motherf**kin' house
Yeah, up here in the ammo dump studios I got my
Nigga Aladdin, SLJ's in the motherf**kin' place
Behind the mixin' boards, we about to do dis shit like this here

It's goin' down tonight in L.A. buckshot and Uzis spray
Microphone blowa, the bitch checka
The ho wrecka Ice motherf**kin' T

Nigga step to me but grab ya hoes quick
'Cause the Syndicate's throwin' that crazy d**k
Punk motherf**kers run up you'll get done up
We'll have your a*s gunned up before sun up

So what's the color I'm raggin'?
Been a millionaire for years still saggin'
Left pocket's stuffed with the ?
.380 in my right so it sags a little bit

More than the rest of my gear, when I'm on tour I empty clips
Bust lips and break jaws, 'cause I love to loc up
So punk motherf**ker don't choke up
When you're talkin' to me

Ice, Ice motherf**kin' T, Ice, Ice motherf**kin' T
Ice, Ice motherf**kin' T, Ice, Ice motherf**kin' T

Bush, Quayle and Clinton got a problem with me
The motheruckin' T, I give less than a f**k about
Any of them or their f**kin' police friends
They'd like to take me out make me a goner

They even tryin' to sweat Time Warner, why?
For tellin' the truth to the youth
That a lot of motherf**kers are hot
And want police shot? You can't stop the shock?

The fires are out but the coals are still hot
I got juice to bring pain, you tryin' to f**k
With the Ice, are you insane?
This shit is bigger than me, be warned

It's the calm before the storm
And every f**kin' thing I write
Is gonna be analyzed by somebody white

Ice, Ice motherf**kin' T, Ice, Ice motherf**kin' T
Ice, Ice motherf**kin' T, Ice, Ice motherf**kin' T

Run motherf**ker, hide motherf**ker
Rip motherf**ker, die motherf**ker
You don't give love and you won't get loved
You don't push and you won't get shoved

No joke, I ain't here to laugh
I ain't here to cry, but every night of the week
One of my homies die, eeny meeny mynie moe
Blood's pourin' out the naps of your afro

It could be you, could be you
Could be you, could be your whole damn crew
It happens real quick, screechin' tires
Next thing you're hit, your body's cold

Your body's hot, you feel your chest
You gasp for breath, you're shot
And now your homies is trippin'
Lookin' for a gat to put they clip in

Street crime, that's the thing I bring
Ice T, I rap sing, they call it controversy
I call it truth with no mercy
The beats are phat Ammo Dump tracks
The kind that make speakers crack

Not made for squares or the weak punks
That made the bump trunks
Press, get the f**k out my f**kin' face
I ain't got no more time to waste

A ho is a ho, a bitch is a bitch, a nigga is a nigga
And that's it, I'm through explainin' the shit
You just makin' me backtrack the next duck
Reporter might get hit with a blackjack
Plus every one of my true fans totally understands
A nigga like me

Ice, Ice motherf**kin' T, Ice, Ice motherf**kin' T
Ice, Ice motherf**kin' T, Ice, Ice motherf**kin' T

Ice, Ice motherf**kin' T, Ice, Ice motherf**kin' T
Ice, Ice motherf**kin' T, Ice, Ice motherf**kin' T

Ice-T - Home Invasion

Feb 2005

1. Warning
2. It's On
3. Ice M.F. T
4. Home Invasion
5. G Style
6. Addicted To Danger
7. Question And Answer
8. Watch The Ice Break
9. Race War
10. That's How I'm Livin'
11. I Ain't New Ta This
12. Pimp Behind The Wheels (DJ Evil E The Great)
13. Gotta Lotta Love
14. Hit The Fan
15. Depths Of Hell
16. 99 Problems
17. Funky Gripsta
18. Message To The Soldier
19. Ain't A Damn Thing Changed