shit hardcore (Radzay, 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
was no La-Di-Da-Di Cause the boys had to pin the shit on somebody And me and my crew we were known to get ill We carried heat for protection but not
Radzay, South Central L.A. nigga) I only like my shit hardcore I only like my shit hardcore I only like my shit hardcore (Ice-T) Prepare for the night
that we call the streets You know? What can I say? Hip Hops been good to a nigga I got my niggas The Top Guns here I got mad love for the East coast
Brainstorm microphone napalm This is it, words from a time bomb Attack speed, fast as an F-fifteen Raise the heat, light the gasoline Overload, it might
'm banned, I'll sell a million tapes Radio suckers never play me Radio suckers never play me Radio suckers never play me I made records for music, not for
Niggas out here killin' each other I don't know why And when it happens to you just can't turn the other fuckin' cheek Gotta get back for your dead niggas
Virgin Mary outta panties the same night (Castrophe) And that's the seventh deadly sin as the terror begins Me and my friends came to rob ya for your
I should be takin' a collection, this time I'll make an exception I've just been here for the start of this I gotta come from the heart for this I'ma
my knees, and I still don't think I got up ugh, you made me revaluate my G now I'm gangster for you baby, and you gangster for me and we're walking...... [
Except for Give it to me, give it to me Ooh baby what a ride ride Oh ride ride So smooth like it beats I like the heat Ooh baby what a night night Right
[50 cent] uh huh...yea [verse 1] shorty the henny got me feeling right ya heard me? my momma gone you could spend the night ya heard me? i'm not playing
for some one-night love 'Stead you got another nigga all up in your mug You make me uncomfortable thug, go thatta-way And kill the ice grill homes 'Coz I keep enough heat
or somethin You heard of us VA Cats, for real {Joe Mafia} I heard the judge got a grudge No love for thugs pushing drugs Guerilla warfare with ice mugs
you, Bambi. Half a million dollars, Just to upgrade the car show. I ain't even detonate the bombs in the arsenal Before the storm comes the calm. Hope you can take the heat
I dare you, Bambi Half a million dollars just to upgrade the car show I ain't even detonate the bombs and the arsenal Before the storm comes the calm Hope you can take the heat
this is for you...imma take my time with you tonight baby... can i touch you like this...do you right you dont believe me.let me show you.. verse 1)
city go rushing by I sit here alone and I wonder why Friday night and everyone's moving I can feel the heat but its soothing heading down I search for