Ricochet

(intro) Yeah,Syndicate's in the house Yeah,Geto Boys in the house Yeah,Donald D's in the house Yeah,Body count's in the house Yeah,Zulu Nation's in the house Yeah,Ice T's in the house,yeah (verse one) You go on and on and you don't stop Got sticky sneakers from the blood of a shot cop Belt and a club,I'm leaving tracks on the white rug Punk tried to rif and he met double-live slugs I ain't the nigger to step to I'm catching bodies and the next one could be you Quick on the trigger,yo,I'm a gravedigger Drop off a a body and deep six'em in the river A nice talking psychopath All cops hunt the black male in a skimask But I'm too damn clever Will they ever catch me,never Because I operate in and out of state Move at a quick rate And never hesitate to take a chump s*cker down And my H-K it holds 80 rounds So when you move be careful and don't play And watch for the ricochet Suicide,it's a suicide,yeah (x8) (verse two) So shut up motherf**kers as I laid the ink When I'm in Detroit,niggers fight in mink When I'm in Chicago,motherf**kers get buck wild When I'm up in Oakland Niggers rolling in huge piles In Atlanta,niggers crash you doors When I'm in Philly,it's a sold out tour In L.A.,I max out real hard When I'm in New York,I bill with the Gods So don't try to deny me my proper juice E.cuts the records and the yellow nigger gets loose No static,just much respect Truck my Rolex when I cruise the projects A fly brother that is hard to figure I punch hos and I smack up niggers Because I'm a pimp and a player Sometimes I bum hip-hop,the other times slayer You don't like it Well stay out of my f**king way Duck for the gunshot and watch to the ricochet Suicide,it's a suicide,yeah (x3) C'mon yeah (x7) (verse three) Yo D.,what's up?,s*ckers is popping lip Grab the H-K and the dum-dum clip and spread out I'm putting punk's heads out Doors is shut,there's no chance to get out I got the motherf**king side with bi clocks Raise the auto-loader and let off the buckshot (Sounds of gunfire) That's how I like to do work (Gunfire again) Got guts on my T-shirt Motherf**kers tried to play the ice Because I rhyme smooth And on T.V. act nice Saw,that's what you shouldn't have said Now I'm so mad I'm busting veins in my forehead You want to get off,come on let's rock But have your safety off,and your shit cocked Because when I come to get that a*s I'll leave your whole block filled with hot bra*s So punk,don't make me pop my trunk Show you my amps and my Mossberg pump Because when I pull it most niggers run Fool niggers stay and get hit by the ricochet Suicide,it's a suicide,yeah (x8) (verse four) Niggers want to know about me and the...... We squashed that shit with me and him about a year ago But there's a new rule starting tonight Dis'me on a record,see me bite Because in a daze,you saw a battle of mics (sounds of gunfire) I'm using gages and flashlights Ease back and don't give me no feedback Yo,"Ice cool out",yo,f**k that I'm hot,I'm putting niggers in cots Some get knocked out,some just get shot Where did I get all the juice I used Gotta posse full of brothers with nothing to lose Some just got out,some will never Some beat the cases 'cause their lawyer was clever I love'em all and they know that's true So they won't blink while they doing a punk like you Freeze motherf**ker Get on your knees,hands behind you back Bow your heads,if you will please I'll swing my axe,watch the bodies fall Watch your head roll off like volleyball So all you motherf**kers down with the fly guy Look me in the face,like you're strong when you walk by And all you punk niggers talking shit Step to the side,bow your head like a bitch I don't play,you'll get hit by the ricochet You'll get hit by the ricochet You'll get hit by the ricochet Yeah