I hope.. Yo, I ain't no nigga to flex, but I will flip Fuck up a nigga and dropkick his fuckin bitch I love to squabble and I'm good widdit So if you
those suckers ain't bullet proof I'm rollin' death tollin', of course the car's stolen But I'm blind to what's wrong, all I want is what's golden A fool
, Top Gun Ice-T in your neck of the woods I'm 15 blocks deep in the foreign neighborhood Street of my styles, no smiles, trying to gun down the golden
I wanna yell and I'm gonna Tell and rebel every time I'm on a Microphone on the stage, cold illing The knowledge I drop will be heard by millions We
't leavin' traces here to Redder-Dip I'm aimin' a automatic find a bitch I'm hangin' up Protainin' up, boss strangler, better save my mother Flat packs will
you need,they probably sell The high rollers Oh yes,I'm here to tell you females also roll Drive the same cars,somethimes wear more gold Cold as an
t leavin' traces here to Redder-Dip I'm aimin' a - automatic find a bitch I'm hangin' up Protainin' up, boss strangler, better save my mother Flat packs will
off and the fun on It's time to check cash Jump in my 4, hit the switch and lay the ass While the Klan try to kill me But I wrote 'riot' on my muthafuckin' will, gee So when I'm
the masses Won't be no teams up in here with no clashes When I'm in LA, it ain't hard to find me Life got no guarantees, I'm looking for the long
't shout Flinch an inch I'm gonna take you out Grand Larcenist, soloist, felonist, vocalist Crime's my rhyme but here's a new twist I ain't here for your gold
, kid I hit a 50'000 lick and never did no bid 'Cause I'm bent on a come-up and my shit stays tight How many fake gangsta rappers will I hear tonight
Then you try to diss? You got gall I got gold on my neck and gold on my wall Gold in my fingers, gold in my ear When this jam's spinnin', gold's what
crash the club with my crew and then I'm outta there Hit some skins, act bugged, that was a rap career Then Run-D.M.C. jumped the fuck off Got mad paid
Get to the top of the stairs and say a rhyme that's dope Cause I'm a cliffhanger, no, I ain't a stranger Yo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I'm a Compton banger
Oh yeah I'm back motherfucker, Ice-T 1991 fool Told you, you should've killed me last year Once again I'm back in the place to be The I, the C, the E
they notice (Get away, get away, get away) Speedin' with a purpose (Get away, get away, get away) Nobody will catch us (Get away, get away, get away) I'm
. Magic Man I float on Cloud Nine I got the magic in me (I got the magic, baby) Every time I touch that track it Turns into gold (Yes it turns to gold
I'm on to the next one, on to the next I'm on to the next one, on to the next I'm on to the next one, on to the next I'm on to the next one, on to the