Ice-t Fuck It (featuring El Sadiq Powerlord Jel) Lyrics

Fuck It (featuring El Sadiq Powerlord Jel) Lyrics

(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 lookin' 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 standin' 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 lookin' 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



Flakin' like paper while I'm takin' my life serious



You talkin' and playin', your whole antenna's mystevious



Claimin' 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!!! Stompin' the rut got yourself to blame



I represent Castor - bring it to you live



But cool and civilized, despise a nigga's livin' 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 somethin', 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 scaubblin' with the bald-heads



callin' them family, told 'em nothin' but the feds



That's the blue and red who be dead



when the sunrise come six in the mornin'?



I'm maxin' like a wiseguy



Know the John Gotti but I'm fuckin' 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 mashin' in a Benzo



Next who gettin' hitters talkin' 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 bleedin'



Not me motherfucker lifestyles I've been devin'







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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