that I can't afford That's everything, that's why I truck big fat rings 'Cause in the motherland gold is for kings I got backup to jack up, punks who
not rock she's puttin' sucker punks in cops You say she's nothin' but a woman then you come up shot You say, "Why you wanna kill me?" and she says "Why
the flip Start talkin' crazy shit (Fuck you) Might call you and pops a fool Tell ya that's why they hate school Been offensive and askin' questions Give your brain indigestion Why? Why
even try son Hey yo, Pizzone - I'm the prodigy you need to keep ya eyes on 50 mill strong, Handle like napalm. Word is bond Yo who the don, who plays
Yo, yo, what's up, this is MC Ice T I'm here to kick off the M.V.P.S for the 90's You know I'm talkin' about my most valuable player Buddies, ya, know
gangster When I wrote about parties someone always died When I tried to write happy yo I knew I lied 'Cause I lived a life of crime why play ya blind
? Huh, don't mean nuttin' They call that shit a crime? Yo, that shit's a joke Hit record on my dope remote I heard my phone ringin', I wonder who could
niggas I'm a nigga in America and that much I flaunt 'Cause when I see what I like yo I take what I want I'm not the only one that's why I'm not bitter
Yo yo whassup Ice man, you look upset brother Yo man, I got a lot of things on my mind man But I don't know if I should put it on this record Yaknahmsayin
? (Party!) My man Divine is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? (Party!) Yo yo, I'm about to kick this party up, is that alright? [ ROUND 1: Ice-T ] Yo, Yo
to the edge Today your baby momma called, said she boxin' up yo sh!t (yo sh!t) When you barely pleasin' me, how you gon take care of yo kids Now I gotta
't, bet you can't, yo, yo, yo, yo Rock the house, bro, rock the dancer I want pilates, someone gimme belly dancer Who got the answer for the dancer Nobody know but I got music to announce ya
Yo No matter how much money you make Brothers gon talk about you Yeah, no matter who you are, uhh Talk about you.. Niggaz gon talk about you (talk about
streets with a gang of bad bitches by his feet But now, that he's, locked away he can't get no love on visiting today Holla holla, pop yo' collar Shit
Mitchel: Mic check, one two, two. Alright its working, Yo, Welcome to the best collaboration of all time. Their names? Emily Osment, Mitchel Musso
, Summer, Fall, we out though, we out though Cocaine, heroin, we 'bout dough, we 'bout dough Cops coming, we runnin', we out yo, we out yo F-ck you thought
vine rebelde, el leon sale hasta que te muerde Tu sabes que yo tengo un partner, no perdamos este break El golpe bien duro te pega! Si es que pega! Yo
future cos yesterday is history [Verse 1] A hard head makes a soft ass guess yo mom didnt teach ya that pick a spot to beef with me and that spot I will meet ya