Funky Gripsta

(album: Home Invasion - 1993)

Yeah, Ice-T nigga, seventh deadly sin
It's all about that hardcore mind
Got my nigga Radzay, my nigga Bazaro
My girl Gripsta in the house
We gonna do it for all the hardcore niggas out there like this

A hard hit makes a soft ass, that's what they told me, huh
I'm totally gone, I'm in another zone nigga put me on this
We laying stick, my lyrics is heat
Having visions of ritual mirrors inside my sleep, nigga peep

I remember watching the news, dead people in jimmy bag
I got a Nine nigga get me mad
And watch me throw up razorblades and get to tripping
I'm cats and cripping, licking is civil like Jack the Ripper

I'm on a mission dripping a fog
An when it sees a million motherfuckers deceased
Some of police are brutal hog, I'm actor baiting
No hesitation to slice a motherfucker in thirty places

Fuck a case, ain't leaving traces here to Redder-Dip
I'm aiming a automatic find a bitch I'm hanging up
Protaining up, boss strangler, better save my mother
Flat packs will end as brothers, the bloody covers

Bloody gloves like Yo-J, AK's my brainwaves
I'll strung a nigga all day to my dear play
You won't be coming back
I put that on my dear pops when I blast a fierce drop
My bloody mask revealing Jason it's non-stop

The cemetary is what you facing
My steel shot is smoking like chainsaws, brains call
Recommend that you get your homies
And watch your motherfucking game fall

I only like my 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 that you never wanted
These streets is taunted
Blacked out Impala with the big rims on it
Hit'cha corner with the lights out, bitch it's on
Duck down wit'cha kids, you know what you did

Motherfuck what your niggas say, watch for the ricochet
It's gonna be hard to hear much, once my trigger spray
That's neither here nor there, just beware
'Cause when I bust off my gat flings like a roll flair

You now listening to the most hated
And most loved at the same time 'cuz
Ice nigga what the fuck you wanna do about a T
Most'cha bitch niggas can't fuck with me
'Cause your chin-chalked talk I can see through

Like you're rolling in a phat V-12
Bulllshit pull quick and have your shit cocked or dropped
Keep a spare clip cause sometimes the shots don't stop
It's motherfucking game to rap about, shits' for real

Double action, ain't gotta cock back no more
Got you bitch ass niggas sweating like Taibo
Rather looking, in my face, I'm just checking my flow
So, I advise you to keep it in the studio
Your attitude, you don't wanna meet me dude

My crews' like a fucking wild bunch of escaped beasts
Like scientists, cross cells of apes and G's
All the war get you battle gear, black fatigues
You talk shit, your crews' catch a casualty, uh!

I only like my shit hardcore
(Ice-T nigga, what?)
I only like my shit hardcore
I only like my shit hardcore
I only like my shit hardcore

Aiyyo, my style be official, I bust like a pistol
Criminal the issue, mad shit the nigga been through
Peep now, system, handcuffs nigga listen
Word up, robbing white boys to buy blunts

The representative, GorTek Assassin thought to be a stallion
Yo, I be splashing Street Wars
The hardcore ambassador in a black four door Akaror
I attach yours, he Marquise piece, gold teeth and medallion

Heads I be sapping like the grams I be bagging
Fighting women, cut throat and tree smoking
Violating, infiltrating, blunt baking
Block regulating, the cake

Bake, a brick flipping
Green expedition thicker to body sticking
Bazaro, yo I got the hardcore flow
I drop to put a rock from the Bronx y'all know

I only like my shit hardcore
(Bazaro, boogie down Bronx, baby)
I only like my shit hardcore

On the mic, Grip be flexing
Who's next to wreck when I mic check, mic check
I'm checking any verbal an' stepping
What the fuck nigga duck, you ain't fucking with this

Get touched cause I lust to bust when I clutch
With the quickness, killing lyricist when I spit this
Who's next on my hit list when I rip this
Lyrically I'm material, the Rap War General
Dropping hoes quicker than a syllable, yeah you killable

Your style, unfillable, wishing my shit was stillable
I eel for the fuck of it, queen you know I'm loving it
Dick, never sucking it unless I see a buck in it
You need the whip, cluck it kid, I'm furious
Leaving your crew delirious so you don't take it serious

I'm guessing you was serious about the West, none test
I got the rep for my niggas on the shaw
Got the ball, fuck the law and yep I wet 'em out
As I proceed to spread 'em out and dead 'em out
Spray 'em out, lay 'em out

Ain't no surprise, come see me with four eyes
Young Grip, I'm a prize, prepare for you demise
Recognize I put a hole in the local aforenor
Nigga this is Coroner

Gripsta, Oakland, California
I only like my shit hardcore