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Coolin in my crib, cold video dubbin
FBI wanted? Huh, don't mean nuttin
They call that shit a crime? Yo that shit's a joke
Hit record on my dope remote
I heard my phone ringin, I wonder who could it be
It was the E, the V, yes the I-L E
He said, "We got static - word, I just got out
Punks tried to move at the club and we shot out
Bullets everywhere," Okay what's the prob?
"Ink got popped, he's dead as a doorknob."
You bullshittin! "I ain't fuckin around.
The posse's rollin tonight, nigga are you down?"
I grabbed my AK, my 16, and my baby Mac
Strapped on my vest, and threw the 9 in the small of my back
I said - Chill, don't let nobody move without me
Say you know where they are?
He said, "I know where they be"
Let's peel their caps back
Let's peel their caps back
Twelve o'clock midnight, posse was airtight
Twenty-five cars, under the streetlights
Some people talked, while others cried
Ink was a brother, who shouldn't have died
Then the silence broke, Ice what's it gonna be?
38 hard brothers stood and stared at me
There were only two words that I had to say
P-A-Y, B-A-C-K
The car's loaded with a silence that could rape the dead
Pistols clipped as the chamber's loaded full of lead
Everyone in the crew knew what I said
would mean by morning, somebody else soon would be dead
Let's peel their caps back
The cars at the corner like a long black snake
Nightprowlin for a life to take
Ya see down in the ghetto it's an eye for an eye
That's the answer to the question why
In my throat, there's a lump, then I swallow it, I ain't no chump
Face of Death, then I cocked my pump
I'm a nigga on the trigger, madder than a pitbull
Just layin for a reason to pull
on you, any duck motherfucker that gets in my way
I'm insane, and my homeboy's death made me this way
But then we spot him, Evil E shot him
Dead in the face, made sure that he got him
Others ran, but no mercy to the posse's wrath
Automatic Uzi motherfuckin bloodbath
Let's peel their caps back
Let's peel their caps back
Let's peel their caps back
Then all of a sudden, a bullet came through my eye
My dome exploded and I felt my other brothers die
I drink my blood as I fell like shit into the street
My corpse stunk like a burnt out rotten piece of meat
Ten brothers died in this stupid homicidal binge
Cause whenever someone dies, nobody wins
But this drama, you'll never hear a word of
cause all the paper's gonna read is a gang murder
Gang murder



Writer(s): Ice-t


Ice-T - The Complete Sire Albums 1987 - 1991
Album The Complete Sire Albums 1987 - 1991
date de sortie
11-11-2013

1   New Jack Hustler (Nino's Theme)
2   Intro/Rhyme Pays
3   What Ya Wanna Do?
4   Freedom of Speech
5   Home of the Bodybag
6   First Impression
7   Ziplock
8   Mic Contract
9   Mind Over Matter
10   Ed
11   Bitches 2
12   Straight Up Nigga
13   The Hunted Child
14   O.G. Original Gangster
15   Evil E - What About Sex?
16   Fly By
17   Midnight
18   Fried Chicken
19   M.V.P.s
20   Lifestyles of the Rich and Infamous
21   Escape from the Killing Fields
22   Pulse of the Rhyme
23   The Tower
24   This One's For Me
25   Hit the Deck
26   Black 'N' Decker
27   6 'N the Mornin'
28   Make It Funky
29   Somebody Gotta Do It (Pimpin' Ain't Easy)
30   409
31   Sex
32   Pain
33   Intro
34   Power
35   Drama
36   The Syndicate
37   Personal
38   High Rollers
39   Grand Larceny
40   Outro
41   Shut Up, Be Happy
42   The Iceberg
43   Lethal Weapon
44   You Played Yourself
45   Peel Their Caps Back
46   The Girl Tried to Kill Me
47   Ya Shoulda Killed Me Last Year
48   I'm Your Pusher/Pusherman
49   My Word Is Bond
50   Prepared to Die
51   Street Killer
52   The House
53   I Love Ladies
54   Squeeze the Trigger
55   Radio Suckers
56   Girls L.G.B.N.A.F.
57   Heartbeat
58   Soul On Ice
59   Body Count (Greatest Hits: The Evidence)




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