BelzerVizion (2007)

Actors

• Richard Belzer (actor)
• Marcus Fitzgerald (actor)
• Ice-T (actor)
• Richard Lewis (actor)
• Christopher Meloni (actor)
• Richard Pait (actor)
• Coco Austin (actress)
• Mariska Hargitay (actress)
• Deirdre Lorenz (actress)
• Diane Neal (actress)
• Richard Belzer (producer)
• Eric Gardner (producer)
• Richard Goldstone (producer)
• Matthew D. Panepinto (producer)
• Richard Belzer (writer)

Genres

• Comedy
• Short

Copy That (2006)

Actors

• Richard Belzer (actor)
• Christopher Bloom (actor)
• Dan Caplan (actor)
• Dann Florek (actor)
• Gypsy (actor)
• Ice-T (actor)
• Kerry McCrohan (actor)
• Troy 'Goliath' McKenith (actor)
• Chris Meyers (actor)
• Matthew D. Panepinto (actor)
• Harvey Silikovitz (actor)
• Coco Austin (actress)
• Gwendolyn Bailey (actress)
• Krista (actress)
• Deirdre Lorenz (actress)

Genres

• Comedy
• Short

Taglines:

A day in the life of a first team production assistant is more dangerous than you might think...

Up in Harlem (2004)

Actors

• Jeffrey Collins (actor)
• Dalion (actor)
• Paul E. Eliacin (actor)
• Randy Frazier (actor)
• Vaughn Harper (actor)
• Ice-T (actor)
• Dimitri Jacotin (actor)
• Robert Laney (actor)
• Mad Lion (actor)
• Fredrich Mejias (actor)
• Crazy Sam (actor)
• Reggie Swinson (actor)
• Todd Thomas (actor)
• Maurice Tyson (actor)
• M. Tyrone Clark (actor)

Genres

• Action
• Crime

Ice, Ice Filmography

• Blokes
  2013, role: actor , character name: Bedroom Vixen

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Pulse Of The Rhyme - Ice-T
• Rap Game's Hijacked - Ice-T
• Somebody Gotta Do It (Pimpin' Ain't Easy!!!) - Ice-T
• Radio Suckers - Ice-T
• Race War - Ice-T
• Return Of the Real - Ice-T
• Retaliation - Ice-T
• NY NY - Ice-T
• God Forgive Me (featuring Laquan & SLEJ) - Ice-T
• Pimp Behind The Wheels (featuring DJ Evil E The Great) - Ice-T
• Pimp Anthem - Ice-T
• Power - Ice-T
• Eye Of The Storm (featuring Buckshot Shorty) - Ice-T
• Exodus - Ice-T
• Forced To Do Dirt - Ice-T
• This One's For Me - Ice-T
• Addicted To Danger - Ice-T
• 99 Problems - Ice-T
• Bitches 2 - Ice-T
• The 7th (featuring Marc Live, Ras Kass & Tash (Tha Liks)) - Ice-T
• Threat (Interlude) (featuring Threat) - Ice-T
• Warning - Ice-T
• You Played Yourself - Ice-T
• Watch The Ice Break - Ice-T
• Valuable Game - Ice-T
• They Want Me Back In (featuring Big Rich) - Ice-T
• The Lane (E.V.A. Remix) - Ice-T
• Rhyme Pays - Ice-T
• Sex (Bonus Beat) - Ice-T
• That's How I'm Livin - Ice-T
• Sex - Ice-T
• Ricochet - Ice-T
• Squeeze The Trigger - Ice-T
• Sondoobiest (Interlude) (featuring Sondoobiest) - Ice-T
• Somebody Gotta Do It (Pimpin' Ain't Easy!) (12" Mix) - Ice-T
• Shit Hit The Fan (featuring Shawnie Shawn) - Ice-T
• Money, Power & Women - Ice-T
• New Jack Hustler - Ice-T
• Mind Over Matter - Ice-T
• Midnight - Ice-T
• Mic Contract - Ice-T
• Message To The Soldier - Ice-T
• Make The Loot Loop - Ice-T
• Pain - Ice-T
• Make It Funky (12" Mix) - Ice-T
• Intro / Rhyme Pays - Ice-T
• Lethal Weapon - Ice-T
• It's On - Ice-T
• It's Goin' Down - Ice-T
• Lifestyles Of The Rich And Infamous - Ice-T
• Inside Of A Gangsta (featuring Jell) - Ice-T
• I'm your pusher - Ice-T
• I Must Stand - Ice-T
• I Love Ladies - Ice-T
• Home Invasion - Ice-T
• Hit The Deck - Ice-T
• How Does It Feel (featuring Big Rich) - Ice-T
• High Rollers - Ice-T
• Ice M.F. T - Ice-T
• Grand Larceny - Ice-T
• Hardcore (featuring Radzay, Bazaro & Grip) - Ice-T
• Girls L.G.B.N.A.F. - Ice-T
• Gotta Lotta Love - Ice-T
• Fuck It (featuring El Sadiq & Powerlord JEL) - Ice-T
• G Style - Ice-T
• Funky Gripsta - Ice-T
• Fried Chicken - Ice-T
• Freedom Of Speech - Ice-T
• Depths Of Hell - Ice-T
• Dear Homie (featuring Hen-Gee) - Ice-T
• Cramp Your Style - Ice-T
• Common Sense - Ice-T
• CJ Mac (Interlude) (featuring CJ Mac) - Ice-T
• Colors - Ice-T
• Check Your Game (featuring King T) - Ice-T
• Check Your Heart - Ice-T
• Ed - Ice-T
• Where The Shit Goes Down - Ice-T
• First Impression - Ice-T
• The Lane - Ice-T
• The 5th - Ice-T
• How Does It Feel - Ice-T
• Pimpin' Ain't Easy (Godfather Theme) - Ice-T
• Ice's Exodus - Ice-T
• God Forgive Me - Ice-T
• Sondoobiest Interlude - Ice-T
• Get Your Moneyman - Ice-T
• Fuck It - Ice-T
• CJ Mac Interlude - Ice-T
• Check Your Game - Ice-T
• Always Wanted To Be A Ho - Ice-T
• 7th Deadly Sin (Intro) - Ice-T
• Eye Of The Storm - Ice-T
• Don't Hate The Playa - Ice-T
• Shut Up Be Happy - Ice-T
• Personal - Ice-T
• Make It Funky - Ice-T
• 409 - Ice-T
• Straight Up Nigga - Ice-T
• Prepared To Die - Ice-T

Just checkin' my microphone once
As I check your audio
Increase the bass response
Hope n the speakers blow
I got no time to sit and flip
And pop bullshit
Turn up your stereo hops
Insert the rhyme clip
Roll your windows up
Make sure it7s air tight
E.Q. the track exact
So shit sounds right
I rhyme of death
And darkness and danger
Your crib or car
Becomes a torture chamber
I write my rhymes with violence
What you expect?
Sounds of pain
The snap of a broken neck
All alone in darkness I sit each night
Write my rhymes
With blood upon a butcher knife
You say the Ice is ill, and ill I am
They try to ban my shit
And I don't give a damn
Roll up, your eye will get swoll up
Suckers who flexed
Yo, their deaths got tolled up
Cause I'm not the nigga to toy with
Boy with the big mouth
Ya got time to riff?
There's time to take you out
Put a couple caps in your ass
Cut your head off
Send it to your mom with flowers
Cause I'm so soft
Lay on your wack crew
Smoke the whole bunch
Bury 'em in my bck yard
And then I'll eat lunch
Cause I don't give a fuck about you
Or him or her
Whenever I'm in the house
A death just might occur
Is this real or fiction
You'll never know
While you're locked to the
Pulse of the rhyme flow!
Once I lock you up, you can't get loose
You put your head inside
And I placed the noose
The mic drips juice slow
From its steel mesh
My words feel like hooks
Underneath your flesh
Makin' you twist and turn
Scorch and burn, when will you learn?
The '90s are my turn
To pitch a vocal fit, like the ultimate
Gangster rhyme, yo, I invented the shit!
Watch me dod it, as I do it
And I do it right
Grab the gauge
Duct tape on the flashlight
Doin' the black ski mask
And come to your house
Cut off your power
And do you with the lights out!
Is this real or fiction?
You'll never know
A pool of blood
and floating body parts
Would make me grin
A close view of a razor
When it's breaking skin
If you were burnin'
I'd use gasoline to put you out
Cause I walk alone
And choose the dark route
Nightmares gotta be loved by some
And I'm the one
Ya wanna come, bring your shotgun
You ever see your partner die?
No? Well I have!
You ever see your father die?
No? Well I have!
You ever see your mother die?
No? Well I have!
So shut the fuck up, punk
And clear the rhyme path!
What would make meel calm and nice
Is a slow slice
Through your jugular and windpipe
Throw me in jail
I won't even try to make bail
Put me in the gas chamber
And watch me inhale!
Is this true or false?
Well you'll never know
Jason, Tales from the Crypt
And the Dark Side
Another fly murder, another suicide
Did these flicks
Have an influence on my brain?
I really doubt that shit
I think that I was born insane
When I was young
I had a lust for knives and guns
Use a magnifying glass
To fry an ant with the sun
And on and on
My lust for death got bigger
At fifteen
I was placed behind a trigger
Although I'm dirty
Not the one to be swept up
step up, I'd love to open your chest up
I've got no concept of life or death
All I want is your last breath
Give me a motherfuckin' break
I should behave
Give me a motherfuckin' shovel
I'll dig graves!
I break ill in extra large portions
where's your parents
I'll make you an orphan
So when you're talkin' crazy
You better think of me
The I, to the C, to the E, to the fuckin' T!
There'll be no tears
No screams or cries, just a laser beam
Between your fuckin' eyes

Yeah
Too many hardcore muthafuckas out here in this business
Ain't gettin their proper loot
You know what I'm sayin?
(Right)
Check the technique
(Aha)
Everybody talkin 'bout the way hip-hop ain't the same
Suckers kidnapped the game
I know the biggest in the business, and no joke
Half of em broke - and none of em smoke
(Bust the facts, loc)
I got into this hip-hop game
Just to try to get a girl and get some light-weight fame
There'd never been no cash made in it
So who thought you could get paid with it?
Just crash the club with my crew and then I'm outta there
Hit some skins, act bugged, that was a rap career
Then Run-D.M.C. jumped the fuck off
Got mad paid, word, kicked the bucks off
There wasn't many rappers out there rockin the streets
When hip-hop was just cuts and beats
I seen _Wildstyle_, dug the scene
I wanna be an MC, rock, rock on - know what I mean?
I started crashin rap contests
Shootin hardcore rhymes through wack MC's chests
I signed on the lines of a wack contract
Didn't even read it, fuck that
They gonna put my record out
I'm gonna be large, know what I'm talkin about?
In the first 2 years I made about 300 bucks
Yo, this business sucks
But I got another chance and I came correct
Got a lawyer and accountant, now my shit's legit
But many won't get no second chance
And get fucked in this biz without a kiss or a dance
The game is to exploit young ghetto kids
A straight pimp game, and there ain't no shame
And the shit's gone too far
100 hip-hop labels with all white A&R;'s
The game's hijacked
The rap game's hijacked
Let me tell you how it happened
Now while every MC in the game
Was worryin about a white boy gettin the fame
They dug out the foundation
Now let me give a demonstration
Say you got a dope group from the hood
Talkin mad shit like they're up to no good
You take em to a label
Now who sits behind the table?
Some jewish muthafucka that don't know shit
Tryin to tell y'all what's a fuckin street hit
The shit's way off course
It's like me tellin Johnny Cash how to sing about his horse
You go on tour, the white agency says you're wild
Tone down your style
The radio jocks are all pop
So how the fuck this nigga know what shit to rock?
The shit that make your face turn green
Is when you get dissed by a kidnap magazine
I give a fuck about these muthafuckas
I'm doin this jam to save my hip-hop brothers
Get your paperwork straight, kid
Get a lawyer and accountant just like I did
Don't blow your dough, cause you will see g's
But this game has no guarantees
Learn about publishing points, so you won't be blind
Learn to read everything you sign
Then you might have a chance
If not, bend over, pull down your pants
The game's hijacked
(Yeah
I don't they hear you, brother)
Yo, the rap game's hijacked
(Word)
I'm talkin 'bout a hijack
(Say it one more time, baby)
The rap game's hijacked
Check it
(Break it down for these niggas)
You can go gold and still owe the record label cash
Yo kid, check the math
Learn about the word 'recoup', troop
And stop walkin round all hyped and souped
You ain't nothin but somethin to be used and worked
You ain't nothin but a sucker to be duped and jerked
Cause the fuckin record label don't love ya, pal
They didn't love ya on the street and don't love ya now
They're out to make an end, friend
Cause every dollar you make, they damn near make 10
They'll take you for everything you got
Or else they'll sign you and they put on the shelf to rot
I'm tryin to tell you what's up
You best to listen to this record even if you hate my fucking guts
Cause I just can't stand around and watch rap get done
And my brothers ain't gettin none
A nigga like me has gotta spit game
Nigga, get that cash flow. fuck that muthafuckin fame
Cause the white man's rippin us off once again
Real hip-hop, my man
Fool, the rap game's hijacked
You need to listen, nigga
The rap game's hijacked
Need to play this record about ten times
The rap game's hijacked
Black people don't own shit
The rap game's hijacked
Check it
R&B;'s hijacked
Black acting is hijacked
Just being black is hijacked
(Build, my nigga, build, my nigga)
Nigga
Stupid muthafuckas, they rippin us off
You better get a end..
While the money's there, boy
Silly-ass bitch runnin around with a gold chain
All niggas gotta get some real estate
Muthafucka
Come up
Fuck a bitch
Better get somethin you can own, asshole
White man ain't givin up shit
Word o' life
Although I got a white engineer
But he's gettin minimum wage
So it's cool...
Yeah

My lifestyles crazy,I'm luxury lazy
So much gold that jewelry don't phase me
Coroless phone,eight or nine homes
Girlies on my Jammie with Ice-T Jones
Bank account boomin',fast lane zoomin'
Known around the world for my high post groomin'
Mac like a preacher,love like a teacher
Got a girl who lives in Paris
When I want her I beep her
Too many clothes,gotta rag top rolls
1.000 Watt system and my speakers are bose
I kick it like a champ,I throught you knew it
But pimpin' ain't easy
But somebody gotta do it
My thumbs are tired just from countin' cash
No more room in my diamond stash
Filin' my nails is such a tirin' task
Gold knobs on my benzo dash
Five freaks just to comb my hair
Monograms on my underwear
Bodyguards around so please don't dare
You're takin' a chance if you just stop and stare
Livin' my life is just so hard to do
Makin' deals a million one or two
Buyin' new cars for my entire crew
Matching Ferraris,E's black,mine's blue
Can't swin a lap in my pool because it's just too long
Could never go broke because my banks too strong
No matter what I do I simply can't go wrong
And I'll make money,I don't need this damn song
But somebody's gotta do it
When I walk in a joint,punks always look at me hard
Because I wear enough gold to tie a dog in a yard
Cold maxin' in my mansion so big it's silly
Got a butler named Humphry and a maid named Milly
Mink sheets on my bed,that's what I said
Gourmet chefs in my kitchem so that I can get fed
So tired of sailin' on my boat I might just Helicopter
To my jet and catch a midnight flight
So many girls in my book,it weighs a tom
Gotta leave the damn country just to have some fun
Private suite at the track to watch the ponies run
And there ain't nothin' in the word
That me an "E" ain't done

People,it's time for the Ice crush
So listen to my words I bring much
Sense,as I commence,my lirycs intense
Get telephoto,break out your big lens
Look,check out the sales charts
My record's kickin',I'm breakin' P.D.'s hearts
They banned me from their shows
Because they said I'm too hard
But no sell-out,I guess I'm just barred
I ain't changin' mine for no body
They bleeped words from Doug's LA-DE-DA-DE
I can't get a bleep?What's the deal?
Maybe my words are just too real
It's not profanity,it's just the man and me
He doesn't want you to see what I see
Doesn't want you to be what you can be
Word,censorship of reality
Radio suckers never play me
Suckers don't,but some do
The real troopers bring the ICE to you
And close friends to me,yea,PUBLIC ENEMY
These stations have high intellect
They don't pretend to be,too bourgeois to rock a jam raw
Understand what I'm sayin',they're down by law
They play the jams that are right,sometimes not polite
They realize you gotta get some people uptight
Speak the word,your voice will definitely be heard
Lie to yourself,you're destined to be to the curb
Some stations don't care,they'll never put on the air
Nothin' but commercial junk,their brain power's impaired
They don't listen or try to hear what I write
Maybe just think once,or try some school at night
They're makin' radio wack,people have to escape
But even if I'm banned,I'll sell a million tapes
Radio suckers never play me
I made records for music,not for the money
To some of you that might sound funny
But I ain't broke,and I don't joke
And my lirics are known to make ears smoke
Clear as a gun scope,I speak the pure dope
Can the radio handle the truth?...Nope
Uncut,no edits,no censors
You can get a plastic rapper from any ol'dispenser
A penny a yard,to make a record ain't hard
But to make it mean something,that's a job
But then we do it,they refuse it
So I tell them duck suckers to cold go screw it
We shouldn't sell out,we should just yell out
And get them wack motherfuckers the hell out
Radio suckers never play me
Cruisin' down the street what do I see?
Crash Task Force,L.A.P.D.
Gangs illin',wildin' and killin'
Hustlers on a roll,like they got a million
Girls on the strap and you know that
You know the guys will stop wildin' if you stop that crap
But you can't,you want money so bad
You'll jock anything with the Gucci tag
You gotta have it,so the men go get it
Robbin' and stealin',soon to regret it
Livin' in a jail cell,feelin' like a dumbbell
While you jump the next jock,well
That's reality,that's what I see
Nobody says that you have to agree
Censorship that ain't the way to be
I thought you said this country was free?
Radio suckers never play me
Tone it down,...Is what they say to me
The FCC will not allow profanity
Your subject matter's too hard,make a love song
You better get real,come on
I ain't no lover,I'm a fighter
Hard core radical rap rhyme writer
Pushin' the botton,E does the cuttin'
Everything I say amounts to something
More than a single rap,I'm too deep for that
I lay my lirics with logic,press the wax
Play it on your tape deck,feel the effect
If you can't take the heat,eject
But I know you can,'cause you're an ICE-T fan
No sell-outs here,my man

Yeah
Yeah
Check this out: now I'm black
But black people trip
Cause white people like me
White people like me
But don't like them
What's the fuck up
Are you my friend?
Hell no, you're a racist
You say you got one black friend, so you're in
Sorry homie, no win
Check the facts
Mexicans are still gettin pushed to the back
Puerto-Ricans gettin dissed the same
Won't speak on the Indians, shit's insane
Fuck John Wayne
I don't hate whites
I just got a death wish for muthafuckas that ain't
right
You got black skin
Still you gotta show and prove, friend
Back to the facts
What about Australia?
A fuckin failure
The Aboriginal people are black
So they got jacked
You ask me about free speech and the Riots?
So what's in store?
I'm talkin bout a race war
(Get yourself together)
(Open your eyes
Get wise)
(Put your brain in gear)
Race war
People gettin killed in the street
Blood on your feet, the ends don't meet
And who they gonna blame it on, me?
Try the media
Try the P.D.
Try your TV
Try your quest for wealth
Anybody but yourself
But once the bullets start flyin
People start dyin
It's all because we're lyin
History books that teach hate
A kid has no escape
From the racist fate
And pretty soon South Africa
Will stop chillin
And start killin
Race war [x8]
Every night I pray
That people get this shit together one day
But this country ain't with it
America was founded on that racist shit
I judge the devil by his deeds
It's usually connected to the size of his greed
And keep the hope
Even though they'd love to give a nigga like me the
rope
And when this shit hits
There's gonna be a lotta white kids rollin with the
Africans
You can't sweat skin
Cause ??? a lot of blacks is down with the Republicans
This shit don't have to happen
That's why a brother like me's still rappin
Just treat each other right
Either that, or you're lookin for a sure fight
Fuck the police
We already know they ain't about no fuckin peace
You wanna know what I think's in store?
Justice or a race war
(Get yourself together)
(Open your eyes
Get wise)
Race war
(Get yourself together)
(Open your eyes
Get wise)
(Put your brain in gear)
Race war
(Get yourself together)
(Open your eyes
Get wise)
(Put your brain in gear)
Race war
(Get yourself together)
(Open your eyes
Get wise)
(Put your brain in gear)
Korean people live down in the hood
A little mis-fuckin-understood
Orientals were slaves too
Word to this fuckin red white and blue
People from Iran ain't never did shit to us
So why the distrust?
The system wanna keep us at each other's throats
While we're payin the tax notes
Cause bein black ain't no fuckin minority
It's the fuckin majority
So they gotta make us hate each other
Word, check the brothers
Mexicans - black
Jamaicans - black
Iranians - black
Indians - black
Hawaiians - black
Puerto-Ricans - black
Eskimos - black
South-Americans - black
Orientals - black
Yeah, that's right
The Klan says everything's black that ain't white
So we gotta get our facts straight
Cause the shit they teach in school is pure hate
Sometimes I don't know for sure
If somebody want a race war
(Get yourself together)
(Open your eyes
Get wise)
Race war
(Get yourself together)
(Open your eyes
Get wise)
(Put your brain in gear)
Race war
(Get yourself together)
(Open your eyes
Get wise)
(Put your brain in gear)
Race war
(Get yourself together)
(Open your eyes
Get wise)
(Put your brain in gear)
Who wants a race war?
[quotes repeated until end]

Yo, what's up with all these niggas
On these muthafuckin records talkin all this bullshit
(Man, I don't know about these niggas out here
Them other sucker-ass niggas, them old fake-ass bitches)
I ain't tryin to hear that shit, man
These bitches ain't players, man
(Yeah man
You know these niggas out here been fakin for years, man
I'm glad my nigga Ice comin with that HP shit
That high-powered shit..)
Peace to my street niggas movin that weight
Much love to my comrads who's out in upstate
Mad connections from the bottom to the top of the game
Street fame, I got much that's in touch with my name
Got a overload of guns to unload on a lame nigga trippin
Wake up my posse, interrup the Rùmy-sippin
Four in your back and keep bailin
Listen to the HK wailin and your vital signs failin
Everyone that ever met me knows
I work bitches like niggas, pimp niggas like hoes
Command a mack that's immaculate, your girl's naked
You think she ain't been hit, kid yo, you best to check it
For ten years I been connected to the top of this
Hold your breath, kid, I'm never droppin this
Too busy rollin off them fat chrome rims
And niggas who trip get sung hymns
We crash clubs and security shits
Cause they know they got size but they know we keep clips
Crazy muthafuckas lickin shots in doors
Leavin suckers' bodies bleedin over nightclub floors
You don't want none, son, stay gone
Break north when I come and you might live long
Yeah, my face kickin treble, you're just a pebble
You're gettin rocked, yo E, cock the glock
And let these niggas know, yo, that the west don't play none
Fire shoots out of my strap like a ray-gun
You broke ill and you cold fucked up
Now you're bleedin through your fingers while you're holdin your gut
For real
So get your money how you want to, friend
But when it's time to count the chips only the real will win
(Return of the real) the game of life is only fake and true
But it's all about the dollars when the day is through
(Cause the pimps don't get no bigger
Than these here niggas)
It's the return of the real
(These muthafuckas best to get to recognize
Before I gets to chastizin
Cause see, the shit all ties in
It's just some of that pimp, player, hustler shit
Ice-T been around for a while now
Nigga was gangbangin when gangbangin wasn't even cool, nigga
What you know about that shit?)
I go deep into the street life's anatomy
A nigga take me out - yo, what a upset that'd be
And if I fall I fall on cushions, ???
Hittin niggas up with the Tec and watch the blood gushin
I see your videos, a 100 niggas in it you don't know
Framed in the lens, bought friends
Who really got your back, nigga, check it out
You really possess like zero street clout (think about)
The only place you're safe is in the studio
Yellin in the mic, you'se a bitch, that's right
I take a nigga like you and make him prostitute cute
So what you got a gun, punk, you're scared to shoot
You front hardcore, but I don't feel ya
Kids from my hood'll take your punk ass and peel ya
Let me check my Rolex quick because time's money
Squintin from the Pavet face because it's kinda sunny
Skinnin the top back, flossin the rag and the thing
Feelin the sun, backin off of my pinky ring
Hittin the 'Shaw with my niggas and clown
Lift the ass, hit the switch, raise the front off the ground
But most of the time you can't see a nigga
Deep in the archives parlayin new ways to get my bank bigger
(As I slides up out the do'
Gots to give a special props shout out to that nigga the O.G.
Got muthfuckin Red in the house
and the muthafuckin ringleader of funk, DJ Ace
Hot Dollar's up in this muthafucka
If you didn't know
Count your muthafuckin blessings and handcuff your hoe
You know what I'm sayin?
It's all good for my hood
Comp-town in the muthafuckin house
Nigga don't know well I tell ya like this
West Hollywood Hills
That's the deal, fool

Every year the same shit happens
More fuckin' funerals, dead homies
Niggas out here killin' each other
I don't know why
And when it happens to you
just can't turn the other fuckin' cheek
Gotta get back for your dead niggas
Yeah I'm caught up to
Sometimes I sit and wonder
how many motherfuckers gonna die this summer
Gunshots from the hummer
Now the sawed-off riot pumps lead across your beds
They said: "Mama, less you wouldn't strike back"
mack ten, eleven, twelve, hit us and then puts us to hell
They started it, there's no way to mend it, we'll end it
My crew'll hit the matresses, G.O.D.
Father style - all prepared to get buckwild
Half my niggas ball, other half ain't got it all
They stay up at nights waitin' on a combat call
Drinkin' hard liquor, smokin' mad loop and shit
So high, sometimes I even gotta load they clips
I ain't mad at them though, they dumps the ammo
in you, suspend you in here, hell yeah
It's the time that the real niggas live for retaliation
Move on 'em, show, improve on 'em
All you punk bitches just stand back and watch
Me, I'm oilin' up the Heckler & Gotch
I gots no love, for them busters, who put the work in
I can still see my fuckin' boys' body jerkin'
I ran over to him, put my hand on his chest
Hole like an apple in the side of his neck
His eyes glanced up, his body jerked once more
There's nothin' else to do but to go to war
Slide the hollow-tips in the chrome four-four
Roll down the windows, hang the heat out the door
Catch all the fuckin' bodies that I can tonight
Double-back on your bitch crew, broad daylight
There's no innocence allowed in these ghetto streets
Grab your guns, buck 'em off, when ya hit your leak
Tell me what would you do if they killed your best friend?
Could you keep your cool, would the wounds mend?
If I said "peace", I'll be a motherfuckin' liar
("I'm lettin' off until my arms tired" -
) Retaliation
Been packin' straps so long I gots some permanent bruise in my leg
Better that than dead
Now it's time to show you what I'm trained for in this
Rally up the wolfpack-attack relentless
Make ya understand it was the wrong crew ya fuck with
Now it's on bitches, guys are darker than shit
You musta not a known when you fuckin' hit that day
Or maybe you di, you're dyin' anyway
And not just you, some of your family
To tell you the truth any fuckin' body we see
You might just wanna turn yourself into me
To save your hood pain of my crews' treachery
You fucked up, we know who you are, where ya live
We got your place ran up to a cop on the tick
We'll hit your block so hard, you'll swear it was an earthquake
Squeeze off the fully-auto, make your whole crib shake
I know you're breathin' hard, livin' on your last day
Or maybe, you're laughin', thinkin' that you got away
I don't give a fuck, I won't sleep
Till one of us lays me and my nigga
That's the fear of these triggers
If ya smart, ya probably make a break out of state
We'll just snatch your kid, grab your fuckin' bitch and wait
I'll catch ya down South, lay your ass out straight
There's no where to run, it's time to meet your make
You got one chance, arm your whole damn crew
I couldn't stop my fuckin' niggas if I wanted to
There's no innocence allowed in these ghetto streets
Grab your guns, buck 'em off, when ya hit your leak
Tell me what would you do if they killed your best friend?
Could you keep your cool, would the wounds mend?
If I said "peace", I'll be a motherfuckin' liar
("I'm lettin' off until my arms tired" -
Retaliation
("Lettin' off until my arms tired" -

The seventh baby...
I represent from LA
All the way to (NY NY)
And when I get down
I get down here in LA
All the way to (NY NY)
And when I parley
I parley here in LA
All the way to (NY NY)
Touched the Iceberg baby
I'll send you under like the Titanic
Gun fight romantic
Gigantic on the pages
Of the hustler trade
World reknown for my realness
Only the real will feel this
Stainless steel is
The straps that I'm copulating
Touch'em a lady (?)
Blow your hand off
African stand-off
The general
Ice the hardest mineral
Feel me, a gem correct
One thing that I got you'll never get's respect
I stick the pits on ya
I represent California
Home of the shooters
The looters
The drug movers
Girl barracuda
Set you up for the kill
Where you're really not ballin unless you got 10 mill
I shine so bright I blind ya
Cross my crew, we'll find ya
It's a motherfuckin shame
My dominance to this game
I live for gun smoke aroma
Mack yo' bitch into a coma
Two hoes like Noah of every type
Bitches I kick to curbs, you would make your wife
Twice hit by the gun spit, kid still breathing
While half you busters in this damn game are still teething
Believe it if you say it enough that you'll be it
You never lived none of your raps, or even seen it
I mean it, every word a brother say
Everyday a brother play, kid
I politic and parley
The fact is I practice
Camoflauge to this
R & B androgynous
Get the most play
So I get fly
Do a movie - quadruple my cash
You just went double platinum
Let's see if you last
Every word that I say is documented and repeated
The truth is, I dropped the raw game, boy believe it
I've succeeded, in turning dirty dough legal
Bounced to the Bentley from the prime-it-up Regal
Like Biggie says, It's unbelieveable
My street pull
You even play like step in my way
You'll meet my people
I've been round the world ballin, did it all, what's next?
While most of y'all busters on your first rolex
Been deep in the life kid, since 76
Touched the water, the crack game, the jewelry licks
Fix yourself if you're broke fool, that ain't my fault
The game must be taught and comprehended, then implemented
Moves done illegally, carried out strategically
Or else incarceration is felt, the hand is dealt
You lose it's frightening
Hit with 10 indictments
Kiss your baby and your wife
You're riding kites for life
Alot of y'all won't feel me, but some of y'all do
I'll move at least a half a mill of this before I'm through
That ain't the most, but I've done this longer than you
Plus it ain't my only gig, I'm still connected
With the boys that can flip a thou to a ticket
Wicked
My stature when you're in my rapture
Meet me on the street? I'm the nicest brother you meet
Confusing sometimes, the way I bust a rough rhyme
You might think I'm lying, cool I like that
I smile in your face, squeeze off the case, rock the glock back
In your stomach, then I'll smile again
Don't want to be your enemy, I'd rather be your friend
Only the real win in the game, but what's the prize?
Every man goes through mad drama, and every man dies
Look in my eyes, touch my soul, I ain't like you
The evil I've done, I've got lots of retribution to do
That's an impossible task, 'cause every night the gats blast
So I look to the sky and ask
I've been blessed by God to rock this mic hard, so I do it
You got a problem, work through it
I love New York night, bright lights and action
I love bailin with my Bronx niggas, party crashin
I love switch hittin with my niggas on the shaw
You might see me in New Orleans at Mardi Gras
Or Miami at the Lex, in the Oaktown live
Or in Chi-town at the Players Ball, true P.I.
Pimp or Die, Ice baby, it's a well known fact
That true players play the whole map.

"In the year 1982 a music was created. It was given the title: Gangsta Rap
It had no positive messages, no redeeming value, hated and feared
By the establishment, it changed the course of the world"
(SLEJ)
Ride as my jabos, cocked my straps watcha back
You know where you at? You in urban combat
So stay alert, use the attack of the tactical expert
Puttin in work, and leavin your troops with wet shirts
Your casuality rate is high, I'm closin in
Prepare for your ultimate end, tell your family bye
Better cool like Egon, and shine like veegon
Pissin on your beons, for decades and eons
You squad has no muscle plus you, my new hustle
Fuck scuffin up my knuckles, rather buck you and watch you buckle
I can't stand a snitch, a switch real bitch
I got some transcripts to say you been runnin ya lips
Now its on, on site, if I see you I'mma sin ya
If I catch you in traffic I'mma gift ya somethin in ya
Letcha battle with death for the prize of life
I learned ta never come empty handed to a gun fight
My advesaries feel fright, his last sight
Was a flash of light, you said lightning could strike
From the same place twice, I have your head on my death
1500, tonights your last night gettin blunted
"The voices could not be stopped, it began to morph
And reinvent themself, I grew like a black blade
Moving like a tornado from the west to the east coast
Leaving behind a path of destruction and mayhem"
(Laquan)
Thick's ice fix ghosts infrared no remorse
And low from the exchange, psycho derranged
Playa lay no feel pain, killa cocka-main
I'm top framin the game, use muscle for the hustle
I zip duffle bags to muffle fags
Scuffle my knuckles bad on niggaz that think that they runnin shit
They feel the punishment, uh, blood bath, the wrath
Aftermath, at least the guns in shit
Too under fallin charum leads to send up on the earth
Mix things with daughters with men
Since poured from birth the worth for the others
Go to war with my brothers
I'm unstable like Kane did to Abel
I'm out the stable sinnin from the beginnin
Leavin daddy's little girl pretty linen bloody red
What's said in the book of dead is now all forgotten
My soul's rotten, still the blood's spilled I feel
Chills, I'm still plottin, I'm ill-norm
Take life forms like light storms I laugh at the wrath
Of the guys comin on, visions of the antichrist is risen
The question is now, am I unforgiven?
"Legends tells that the creator of this poison's name was Ice
Although, others have told different stories, no matter
Who or what invented the monster, their souls would be forever
Damned to Hell"
(Ice T)
Enter the death chambre, cash richer, leave ya nutless
Cutless with the raw scope, double ya dope
Feel my back lash, body cash your whole fam and media
Greedy shit, tag ya out the rag Jag, speedy shit
Look in the sky, the four horsemen bustin no discussion
No stoppin its apocalypse, lock and load ya clips
Gonna be rich and dead, copa said don't matter cats scatter
Suckas get touched, niggaz get rushed
Watch em transform into animal form, wicked Hell-born
Lord of the Flies, cry and ya die
Mechanama come masses soul snatcher, fallen angel
All angles covered for you fuckin God lovers
Possession, good suggestion run cuddle your funds
Double your guns, watch your kids grow, stay out my flow
Be wise, the magnificence, evidence, decadence mind
Seven sins, the abomination, I'm
That nigga, last nigga, street mack
Hot is my strap, wet is your back
Understand I never forgive, leavin bodies like seive
Clap gats til my fuckin shit's clipless
Niggaz bear witness
"Like any deadly disease, it has infected many men
From the east, west, north, and south, gangsta rap is now
Alive, God forgive me, God forgive me"

Yo shut up this is Ice mothafuckin T
and I've been listenin to a lot of DJ's
get on the mike and tryin to get busy
Ya now what I'm sayin'?
But can't no DJ get rap like my muthafuckin nigga Evil E
So right about now I'm given you the muthafuckin microphone
And I'm gonna get behind the wheel and we gonna do this
Hey Evil tell where the fuck its comin' from
It's comin' from the mouth of the pimp behind the wheel
I make the bitch kneel Evil E the grey steel
Show this ho' junior pimp when I pump
So I can give ya bitch the evil E jump
I luv ya honey should listen up listen clear after the show
Yo ho hit the wheel
backstage pablic? stick tied on the rights hit
My hopes are gettin licked right hit
hit hard the wall security would be knockin
My evil E's rockin charlie jam the jibe rockin
I'm the fucker knack that comes back by playin it back
axe my nigga out with shony shony shony whack
[chorus]
Yeah nigga I'm the pimp behind the wheels
[Yo now they no heard you]
Hey bitch I'm the pimp behind the wheels
[The pimp behind the wheels right, the pimp behind the wheels]
That's right I'm the pimp behind the wheels
[Jump off]
Yo check this muthafuckin shit out
Standing and no quitter I fuckin the baby sitter
With her hey bitches past bitter
I'm all that fuck you if you don't think so
Take the minds make that bitch my main ho
Lets go, Lets go, Lets go, showtime
All the cynic you suck my nigga just a don't rhyme
Yup Thats what I'm dealin
Niggas never sleep an Evil E
Make you fatal yeah thats pimpin
Evil E be never be simple
Down with the cynic and rip that shit up
My yellow nigga ice
And I'm the pimp behind the wheels
[Yo E get busy dude]
Thats I'm the pimp behind the wheels
Yeah thats right I'm the pimp behind the wheels
[They don't hear you I dont think they hear you]
Yo nigga I'm the pimp behind the wheels
[Muthafuckin pimp behind the wheels, yeah]
Thats right I'm the pimp behind the wheels
Yo ice break it down like this
Yeeeeeeeeeeah nigga
Yo P cut that shit up properly
I never seen an MC cut shit up right
I'm a fuckin nigga check this shit out
Evil E the nigga that always gives a fuck
I rhyme get some glock in crazy puss
Fine haze only takes just a second
cynic weapon evil e kickin the back
?? right by the sounds on stage
that is why were on the front page
rippin shit up me and my yellow nigga
The mike is gap and the grills is the trigger
Glad I haze no one ever seen it when I rip, grip
Cop crazy when I always keep a grip, grip
get down with the cynic is rippin shit up
My yellow nigga ice [who are you]
And I'm the pimp behind the wheels
[Niggas dont know man Niggas dont know]
No nigga I'm the pimp behind the wheels
[Niggas cant hear you muthafucker]
Yeah I'm the pimp behind the wheels
[Niggas dont understand the level of this game]
Ice is down with the pimp behind the wheels
[Niggas niggas cant deal with this shit]
I'm the ?? with the pimp behind the wheels
LP's with the pimp behind the wheels
Bodycounts with the pimp behind the wheels
The cynic is with the pimp behind the wheels
?? the pimp behind the wheels
[pimp behind the wheels, yeah]
Thats right muthafucker 1993's style home invasion
Dedicating this shit to all the DJ's in all the muthafuckin world
And peace to all MC's in the world
My nigga ice on the wheels of steel you know what I'm sayin
gonna rip nationwide
Make sure you hold your nuts
[Shits gonna fly]
All the virgins thanks for nothin
Yeah, that's for all the DJ's out there you can suck my dick...
twice!
I'm dedicating this record to all the DJ's in the entire
muthafuckin world.
Thats down with the Evil E and my yellow nigga
Thats me ho
Peace to all the MCs in the house
all the all over the world
Lets rock outta here

Ah shit
Ice-T back
Representin, nigga, once again
That real shit, nigga
I thought you knew, bitch
Better recognize
Players, check your grip before you get popped
Bitches, get my money before you get dropped
Gotcha - buggin off the words I say
Because this type of pimpin happens every day
Niggas wanna know my steelo
Bitches wanna get with the baddest
Hustlin apparatus
It's the LA cash flow master-roller
No one gets colder, I used to flip boulders
Of caine, on my brain, it's outta control, crime plot
A dead-ass cop and muthafuckas get got
In the game it ain't safe for the weak or the timid
Known to break a bitch but barely rarely slide up in it
So you see me in a club, grab your woman like you wanna
Blink your eyes and the freak is out there freezin on the corner
She got caught by the curls and the jewels
Lookin for a nigga that is quick to pull tools
Now she's breakin herself, makin herself
Respect my technique of pimpin, minus all simpin
Check it bitches, it ain't nothin nice
You're gonna seal or sell pussy if you roll with the Ice
Oh my God, the nigga rolls hard..
Every player mentions me
The hustler of the century
(Ice, that nigga ain't nothin nice!)
I got more freaks than Heff', my bankroll's off vice
Commandin straight pimp tactics
None of y'all can match this
Meet a freak in a week, her workplace a matress
Really though, recognize the pimp type flow
I don't smoke endo, I count cash on my patio
So much love on the streets, don't need no bodyguard
Big up to my homies with the pimp type nod
I'm off the hook, checkin traps in Vegas
Full link mink with the matchin borsalino
I change cars like you change drawers, bitch
I got a stable full of thoroughbreds that make me rich
Niggas hate me, cause they can't control they roll
They see that fat old ass and start givin me cash
My mind's blown off fine champagne
So bent on currency, got green in my vein
So damn smooth that every woman wanna touch me
So much sexuality that nuns wanna fuck me
I kick back with my pimpin ballin brothers
Stand over the bed, dump the cash on the covers
The game's got me, I'm a slave to the roll
Hoes belong on the track and I belong in gold
Silk and satin, I deserve a pimpin pattin
Been in the life so long cause I stomp bitches who start rattin
Mostly friendly, but do got that gorilla in me
Save it for the player-hater niggas with the envy
Lot of niggas talk it, but they can't hold a hooker
Ice took her, she was too long a looker
It's strictly straight-lace hustlin on mine