ترانه:
T Ice What Ya Wanna Do

fans ain't shit Quick to flip if our group don't hit They don't make you nothin' but a pop ho bitch And I don't need ya, I love to bleed ya All I ever

ain't how much you say It's what you say I got no fuckin' time on the mic to play I write rhymes with addition and algebra Mental geometry don't even

Chorus: Ice-T] 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

Run son the hour has come, touch ya Remember this, real niggas don't rhyme we walk up and buck ya Stuck ya in the head, rush ya Trife niggas knife you

the way it has to go it's jus what I prefer And do not disagree with me it's best you jus concur I'm a legend with a legacy that can't help but survive

Knife In Ya Take A Little Bit Of Life From Ya Am I Frightening Ya? Shall I Continue Put The Gun To Ya Let It Sing You A Song I Let It Hum To Ya The Others

countin, countin, Niggas wanna fight but I'm shootin', shootin' Niggas wanna fight but I'm shootin', shootin' (Lil Wayne) Wilder than a jaguar, Wildin' in a jaguar, Please don't

I don't know what I'll do Link, I've got to break out So that I can get my hands on you And girl, if I can't touch you Then I'm gonna lose control Seaweed

got to chose, because you hurt me, and i hurt you, you complain about the things that i don't do i don't wanna take the blame neither do you, because