Текст песни Harlem (Mark Knight Dub) - Joe T. Vannelli
Ice-T
Home
Invasion
Ice
M.F.
T
Yeah!
1993,
I'm
back
motherfucker,
this
is
Ice
T.
Got
my
nigga
Ice
Cube
in
the
motherfuckin
house.
Yeah!
Up
here
in
the
ammo
dump
studios
I
got
my
Nigga
Aladdin,
SLJ's
in
the
motherfuckin
place,
Behind
the
mixin
boards,
We
about
to
do
dis
shit
like
this
here!
Verse
1:
It's
goin
down
tonight
in
L.A.
Buckshot
and
uzis
spray
Microphone
blowa
The
bitch
checka
The
ho
wrecka
Ice
motherfuckin
T
Nigga
step
to
me
But
grab
ya
hoes
quick
Cause
the
Syndicate's
throwin
that
crazy
dick
Punk
motherfuckers
run
up
You'll
get
done
up
We'll
have
your
ass
gunned
up
Before
sun-up
So
what's
the
color
I'm
raggin?
Been
a
millionare
for
years
Still
saggin
Left
pocket's
stuffed
with
the?
.380
in
my
right
so
it
sags
a
little
bit
More
than
the
rest
of
my
gear
When
I'm
on
tour
I
empty
clips
Bust
lips
And
break
jaws
Cause
I
love
to
loc
up
So
punk
motherfucker
don't
choke
up
When
you're
talkin
to
me
Chorus:
Ice,
Ice
motherfuckin
T
(x4)
Verse
2:
Bush,
Quayle
and
Clinton
got
a
problem
with
me:
The
motheruckin
T
I
give
less
than
a
fuck
about
any
of
them
Or
their
fuckin
police
friends
They'd
like
to
take
me
out
Make
me
a
goner
They
even
tryin
to
sweat
Time
Warner
Why?
For
tellin
the
truth
to
the
youth
That
a
lot
of
motherfuckers
are
hot
And
want
police
shot?
You
can't
stop
the
shock
(?)
The
fires
are
out
But
the
coals
are
still
hot
I
got
juice
to
bring
pain
You
tryin
to
fuck
with
the
Ice
Are
you
insane?
This
shit
is
bigger
than
me
Be
warned
It's
the
calm
before
the
storm
And
every
fuckin
thing
I
write
Is
gonna
be
analyzed
by
somebody
white
Chorus
Verse
3:
Run
motherfucker,
hide
motherfucker,
trip
motherfucker,
die
motherfucker
You
don't
give
love
And
you
won't
get
loved
You
don't
push
And
you
won't
get
shoved
No
joke
I
ain't
here
to
laugh
I
ain't
here
to
cry
But
every
night
of
the
week
One
of
my
homies
die
Eeny
meeny
mynie
moe
Blood's
pourin
out
the
naps
of
your
afro
It
could
be
you
Could
be
you
Could
be
you
Could
be
your
whole
damn
crew
It
happens
real
quick
Screechin
tires
Next
thing
you're
hit
Your
body's
cold
Your
body's
hot
You
feel
your
chest
You
gasp
for
breath
You're
shot
And
now
your
homies
is
trippin'
Lookin
for
a
gat
to
put
they
clip
in
Street
crime-
That's
the
thing
I
bring,
Ice
T
I
rap?
sing
They
call
it
controversy
I
call
it
truth
with
no
mercy
The
beats
are
phat
Ammo
Dump
tracks
The
kind
that
make
speakers
crack
Not
made
for
squares
Or
the
weak
punks
That
made
the
bump
trunks
Press-
Get
the
fuck
out
my
fuckin
face
I
ain't
got
no
more
time
to
waste
A
ho
is
a
ho,
a
bitch
is
a
bitch,
a
nigga
is
a
nigga
And
that's
it
I'm
through
explainin
the
shit
You
just
makin
me
backtrack
The
next
duck
reporter
might
get
hit
with
a
blackjack
Plus
Every
one
of
my
true
fans
Totally
understands
A
nigga
like
me
Chorus
(x2)
1 Not a Number
2 I Need Medicine
3 Go Ahead - Patric La Funk Mix
4 Mr. Decay (Robert Babicz Universum disco mix)
5 Karatschai Lake
6 Harlem (Mark Knight Dub)
7 Escalator
8 I Am with You
9 Who Killed Sparky?
10 Waterholle
11 Beautiful Burnout (Mark Knight remix)
12 Deadman
13 Brain On the Side
14 Keep Her Space
15 No Trace (Popof Remix)
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