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Hip-Hop Icons (Explicit) - DJ Kay Slay/ICE T/Kool G Rap
Written by：Kool G. Rap/Ice-T/DJ Kay Slay
Ice-T：
It's been a long time n**gas forgot
You push up on mine n**gas get shot
Master with the caliber don't respect your throne
Don't worry bout me the devil protects it's own
This so often I stare and gaze into a coffin
But I don't cry n**gas must die
My bloodlust is unquenchable
My thirst for revenge you b**ch n**gas can't comprehend
I might let you live a few years feel yourself
Death is always near and then it gets dealt
This ain't the pop that the kids bop to
This what the hard rocks cock Glocks to
I hate rap n**gas I love street cats
I serve whack n**gas please believe that
Iceberg b**ch motherf**ker you heard
I been away for a minute so the lines got blurred
I ain't impressed by your jewelry that could get took
Don't floss around me n**ga you shook
All your d**e talk crack talk trap talk bullsh*t
How could real n**gas stomach your lies
You never f**k with no live n**gas I know
Only place your hard is in your motherf**king bio
Imma go on cause I feel the mic starting to heat
Grip the wood on the wheel lay back in your seat
I ain't new to this sh*t I could rap for weeks
Especially with these Kay Slay types of beats
It's been a long time n**gas forgot
You push up on mine n**gas get shot
Master with the caliber don't respect your throne
Don't worry bout me the devil protects it's own
Kool G. Rap：
KGR boy Queens grime n**ga
Turn your block into the scene of the crime n**ga
A mean shine n**ga the beam on the nine n**ga
Killers move in silence and violence of mines whisper
Corona the own I rep it to the death boy
Soda bottle or nozzle to lower down the deck boy
Everyday generating another hood chronicle
N**gas come comical I fix 'em with the llama too
The money in '85 was so astronomical
Chest neck gripping with ice like a comma do
Yea n**ga this the auto bio
F**k with the auto die yo
Murder here my n**ga Universe caught a slug in the eye yo
Pies seventeen five moving the bottles
Bottom of the pot rock pat 'em and dry those
Lay low from homicide with a side h** you know how it go
Ice-T：
Get your gats out hoods on masks up
In my dark world f**k boys get touched
I'm much older and colder now
No beat just release the hounds
I move the social elite from the concrete
It wasn't easy lotta blood got spilled
Sh*t got greazy good men got killed
Somehow I kept my head down kept moving
A lot had to be shown it had to be proven
And I'm still alive today
So don't test me in no type of way
You may catch me in the street rolling dolo
Or on the beach in some Ralph Lauren Polo
Or in the next booth over in the hottest club
Or at some hell of a spa getting my feet rubbed
That n**ga plays a cop
Broke n**ga don't speak
Seventeen years 200k a week
N**ga you on the bus while I'm whipping a fleet
If you can't add money you ain't from the street
