Ice-T - Peel Their Caps Back paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Peel Their Caps Back - Ice-T




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 Intro/Rhyme Pays
2 Bitches 2
3 Straight Up Nigga
4 The Hunted Child
5 O.G. Original Gangster
6 Evil E - What About Sex?
7 Fly By
8 Midnight
9 Fried Chicken
10 M.V.P.s
11 Lifestyles of the Rich and Infamous
12 Escape from the Killing Fields
13 Pulse of the Rhyme
14 The Tower
15 This One's For Me
16 Hit the Deck
17 Black 'N' Decker
18 6 'N the Mornin'
19 Make It Funky
20 Somebody Gotta Do It (Pimpin' Ain't Easy)
21 409
22 Sex
23 Pain
24 Intro
25 Power
26 Drama
27 The Syndicate
28 Personal
29 High Rollers
30 Grand Larceny
31 Outro
32 Shut Up, Be Happy
33 The Iceberg
34 Ed
35 Mind Over Matter
36 Mic Contract
37 Ziplock
38 First Impression
39 Home of the Bodybag
40 Freedom of Speech
41 What Ya Wanna Do?
42 New Jack Hustler (Nino's Theme)
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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