It's just too black for me It's just too black for me It's just too black for me I'm stuck on the highway leading straight to hell Like any other drifter
I'm praying that this stairway Leads somewhere like heaven's door And when you get there, don't look down Don't look down, don't look down And all
on the street Looking like I ain't slept in a week Hey, don't worry, baby Find me closin' down the bar Catch me crawlin' to my car Hey, just look the other
Yeah, shit's going down again These motherfuckers want me back in, fuck Word up, our niggas is strapped, ready for war (Try to get the ski mask) Word
walkin over weak rapper's downfalls It ain't my fault they fell, it ain't my fault I sell I pull my ass up from the depths of hell [Daddy Nitro] Lawd
Woke up the other mornin', I heard a rumor They said the gang wars was over I told 'em they was bullshittin', they said it's real as hell Can't explain
you want to leave your kids alone 'Cause I got my own opening dome kit And once again I'm gonna put them under my fuckin' spell They might start givin' you fuckin' hell
midnight Take me on a walk through hell South Central Yo, E, drive! Drive, man drive, man! Fuck it! Just get the fuck outta here, man! We boned down
skin Cause ??? a lot of blacks is down with the Republicans This shit don't have to happen That's why a brother like me's still rappin Just treat each other
happens More fuckin' funerals, dead homies Niggas out here killin' each other I don't know why And when it happens to you just can't turn the other fuckin
was fine, dope, fly She didn't have to try She brought a eye on my eye in a crowded club I tried to stare the girl down, but she didn't budge She moved
the East and the West Coast Gotta let this drama go Okay, let me break it down, they got the one strike law You go in, you reach the other two before
yo, in the place to be My name is MC Ice-T I got the Rhyme Syndicate with me We about to tear stuff up, y'all feel good? Yo, what the hell y'all wanna
you, baby I know you feel where I'm coming from Regardless of the things in my past that I've done Most of really was for the hell of the fun On the
run, the mo? Imma ride Cause since Poppa died, I was starin? eye to eye With them gangstas, those niggas you idolize I was young & blind cutting class wastin? time Til? my nigga introduced me to that other
ain?t here One more for my niggaz in the pen, yea I coulda been a ghost but I?m still here Can?t forget where I come from, hell yea Hook: Stand up
grandma pussy, I'm always good, like grandma cookies, Yeah call me the screen or the swine fixer, It's goin' down like the Catalina wine mixer, She goin' down
the city (Down for the night, down for the night) Down for the night I'm lost in the world I'm down my whole life I'm new in the city But I'm down for the night Down