T Ice Ice T Lyrics

Ice T Lyrics

I’m rollin’ up in a big grey bus
I’m shackled down,
myself that’s who I trust
The minute I arrived some sucker got
hit
Shanked 10 times behind some bullshit
Word on the pen the fool was a
snitch
So without hesitatin’ I made a weapon quick
Found a sharp
piece of metal taped it to a stick
Then the bullhorn sounds; that means
it’s time to chow

My first prison meal the whole feelin’
was foul
It wasn’t quite my style but my stomach growled
So I
washed the shit down and hit the weight pile
The brothers was swole, their
attitude was cold
I felt the tension on the yard from the young and the
old
But I’m a warrior, I got my ground to hold
So I studied the
inmates to see who had the power
The whites, the blacks or just the gun
tower.

Voice-over of prison inmate describing the ‘daddy’
inmates

In the blink of an eye a riot broke out
Blacks put their
backs to the wall ‘cos it was North an South
Somebody shouts and
everybody had doubts
Then the bullets started flippin’, took two men
out
Then they rushed everybody back to their cells
Damn! the pen is
different from the county jail
I’m in a one man cell, I know my
life’s on the scale
I wonder if that gunman is goin’ to
hell

This is my second day, I’m on a ten year stay
I learnt my
first lesson; in the pen you don’t play
I saw a brother kill another
‘cos they said he was gay
But that’s the way it is, been that
way for years
When his body hit the ground I heard a couple of cheers
It
kinda hurt me inside that they were glad he died
And I asked myself just who
had the power
The whites, the blacks or just the gun tower.

More
prison inmate voice-overs

You see the whites got a thing they call white
pride
Blacks got the muscle, Mexicans got the knives
You gotta be wise ya
wanna stay alive
Go toe to toe with a sucker no matter what size.
A fool
tried to sweat me acting like he was hard
I stuck him twice in the neck and
left him dead in the yard
It was smooth how I did it ‘cos nobody could
see
With my jacket on my arm and my knife on the side of me

Bam-Bam!
it was over, another fool bites the dust
I went crazy in the pen with nobody
to trust
I’m benchin’ 10 quarters so I’m hard to
sweat
Use my tat gun to engrave my set.
They call me a lifer ‘cos
I’m good as dead
I live in the hole so the floor is my bed
And I
ask myself again who has the power
The whites, the blacks or just the gun
tower.

Final prison inmate voice-over concludes;
There was tension
all over, I could definitely feel that.
Then they rounded us up, took us
over to another yard
Where there was more drama; the warning shot was a
hit...