is somewhere under the parch You're like me, you're just like me You're like me, you're just like me Tell me of your sacred prayer Look at me with
is somewhere under the parch You're like me, you're just like me You're like me, you're just like me Tell me of your sacred prayer Look at me with your
high, high, high it's time to go, it's time to go, it's time to go, it's time to go it's time to go, go [Verse 2] i don't give a fuck about anything
mud, who's provoking you? You should be grateful a nigga like me ever noticed you Now you noticeable and can't nobody get control of you 1 a.m. and can't
my hand It's like this magic in my fingers I don't understand Ya buy me the world if that would make me a scum It's just the joy I bring, call me, Miss
New York motherfuckers where we don't play And out of towners get got like everyday And a gangsta's a gangsta in every way Sittin on twenty-two's, that's
on point Well it seems like our bad boys have theirselves in a bit of a jam Seems like Bristal got his back up against the wall Well, let's see how Rob B.O
me It's alright, alright with me Yeah, it's alright, alright with me It's alright, alright with me Yeah, it's alright, alright with me It's alright,
my back 'Cos it's hard being black If it ain't the other It's my own color Tryin' to work me Tryin' to hurt me Ain't no L O V E Please tell me why, dear
E T, O.G.M.C. L.A.P.D., H A T E (Ho) Watch the mic blow I flip scripts, and the dump drops the ammo Time to get wreck with the new style It's '93 and MC's
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
't play I'm just a savage for the cabbage and a pimp parlay I rock a million with the jewels on the paw 'Cause my niggas ain't the big ones, just big
shit O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O
club and we shot out Bullets everywhere" Okay what's the prob? "Ink got popped, he's dead as a doorknob" You bullshittin' "I ain't fuckin' around The posse's
def. Don't front and say kinda Merciless. Meticulous. So fresh it's rediculous Raised in the heart of Los A-N-G-E-L-E-S King word connector. Vocal projector
dumb Stupid ignorant, don't even talk to me At school you dropped Math, Science and History And then you get on the mic and try to act smart Well, let me
', they think they got me But they'd try to crack me if they ever see a black me I thought I chose a field where they couldn't sack me If a nigga ain't
