Fuck It

(album: The Seventh Deadly Sin - 1999)

[Intro: WC]
Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang
Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang
Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang

[Ice-T]
Yeah 'sup with these niggas in the club looking at
niggas crazy and shit (Word, yeah fuck them body-o's homes)
Motherfuckers is faggots (call me nigga?)

[Ice-T]
Step back it's the ultimate nigga with the hot shit
The last standing man, smack you with my backhand
The veteran-er-the games you claim to be in
Let me begin, express it, explain the dilemma

[Chorus: Ice-T]
It's either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas who ride, niggas that'll kill for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig FUCK IT!!

[Ice-T]
It's the National Pass Time, it's blast time club's out
Niggas break ill, pop-drunks get the guns out
Set the shit off with the full clips
Niggas looking hard in the club now whassup bitch?
Whassup bitch?!! Pull your weapon if you got it
I'da shot it, plus you never live with rockets
tried to dodge it, caught you all in the arm pit
Easy target, dug you out in the lot kid

[Chorus: Ice-T]
It's either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig FUCK IT!!
It's either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig FUCK IT!!

[El Sadiq]
Yo, too many bitch-ass-niggas think they got a lot
And I'ma dead these wannabe heads with consecutive shots
Man, they smile up in you, griller wanna give you a pen
Stick it to your crew like glue like they been down
Man listen, kill that bull with the fake-ass handshakes
You can slide by me with the rest of them damn snakes
Flaking like paper while I'm taking my life serious
You talking and playing, your whole antenna's mystevious
Claiming that you got juice with an ultimate ??
But when the brother test you, murder and recieved no types of love
You think you got game, with that favour to your brain?
FUCK YA NAME!!! Stomping the rut got yourself to blame
I represent Castor bring it to you live
But cool and civilized, despise a nigga's living lies
No alibi's I see the weakness in your eyes dun
You wanna run? Plus ya scared to shoot a gun for fun
You bust a couple of slugs off the rooftop
My team, come and touch ya something, make ya crew drop
My nigga ICE, twice as nice
El Sadiq free shit but platinum mics

[Chorus: Ice-T]
It's either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig FUCK IT!!
It's either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig FUCK IT!!

[Powerlord JEL]
You wanna get live? Start scaubbling with the bald-heads
calling them family, told 'em nothing but the feds
That's the blue and red who be dead
when the sunrise come six in the mornin'?
I'm maxing like a wiseguy
Know the John Gotti but I'm fucking up the body
Everytime my poet thug at a party
Ya wanna step to T, go through JEL first
But remember where you see your homicide show rehearsed
Check 'em tag-times like they do with a pencil
No more solitary cause we mashing in a Benzo
Next who getting hitters talking shit cause we bit 'em
Seven Deadly Sinner, problem-atic-rhyme-spitter
You a quitter but I'ma bomb steady
If I was out of slugs, look out for Machette
from ear to ear homes, it's clear, you'll be bleeding
Not me motherfucker lifestyles I've been deving

[Chorus: Ice-T]
It's either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig FUCK IT!!
It's either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig FUCK IT!!

[Outro: Ice-T]
Yeah, Ice-T nigga, El sadiq nigga
JEL Rhyme Poetic Mafia nigga
You niggas really don't wanna get down
Talk a lot of shit but you don't wanna get down
Bitch-ass-niggas, hit a nigga dead in his wig FUCK IT!!!
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