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[Intro: WC]
Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang
Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang
Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang

[Ice-T]
Yeah sup with these niggas in the club lookin at
niggas crazy and shit (Word, yeah fuck them body-o s homes)
Motherfuckers is faggots (call me nigga?)

[Ice-T]
Step back it s the ultimate nigga with the hot shit
The last standin man, smack you with my backhand
The veteran-er-the games you claim to be in
Let me begin, express it, explain the dilemma

[Chorus: Ice-T]
It s either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas who ride, niggas that ll kill for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!

[Ice-T]
It s the National Pass Time, it s blast time - club s out
Niggas break ill, pop-drunks get the guns out
Set the shit off with the full clips
Niggas lookin hard in the club - now whassup bitch?
Whassup bitch?!! Pull your weapon if you got it
I da shot it, plus you never live with rockets
tried to dodge it, caught you all in the arm pit
Easy target, dug you out in the lot kid

[Chorus: Ice-T]
It s either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas that ride, niggas that ll kill for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!
It s either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas that ride, niggas that ll kill for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!

[El Sadiq]
Yo, too many bitch-ass-niggas think they got a lot
And I ma dead these wannabe heads with consecutive shots
Man, they smile up in you, griller wanna give you a pen
Stick it to your crew like glue like they been down
Man listen, kill that bull with the fake-ass handshakes
You can slide by me with the rest of them damn snakes
Flakin like paper while I m takin my life serious
You talkin and playin , your whole antenna s mystevious
Claimin that you got juice with an ultimate ??
But when the brother test you, murder and recieved no types of love
You think you got game, with that favour to your brain?
FUCK YA NAME!!! Stompin the rut got yourself to blame
I represent Castor - bring it to you live
But cool and civilized, despise a nigga s livin lies
No alibi s I see the weakness in your eyes dun
You wanna run? Plus ya scared to shoot a gun for fun
You bust a couple of slugs off the rooftop
My team, come and touch ya somethin , make ya crew drop
My nigga ICE, twice as nice
El Sadiq free shit but platinum mics

[Chorus: Ice-T]
It s either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas that ride, niggas that ll kill for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!
It s either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas that ride, niggas that ll kill for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!

[Powerlord JEL]
You wanna get live? Start scaubblin with the bald-heads
callin them family, told em nothin but the feds
That s the blue and red who be dead
when the sunrise come six in the mornin ?
I m maxin like a wiseguy
Know the John Gotti but I m fuckin up the body
Everytime my poet thug at a party
Ya wanna step to T, go through JEL first
But remember where you see your homicide show rehearsed
Check em tag-times like they do with a pencil
No more solitary cause we mashin in a Benzo
Next who gettin hitters talkin shit cause we bit em
Seven Deadly Sinner, problem-atic-rhyme-spitter
You a quitter - but I ma bomb steady
If I was out of slugs, look out for Machette
from ear to ear homes, it s clear, you ll be bleedin
Not me motherfucker lifestyles I ve been devin

[Chorus: Ice-T]
It s either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas that ride, niggas that ll kill for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!
It s either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas that ride, niggas that ll kill for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!

[Outro: Ice-T]
Yeah, Ice-T nigga, El sadiq nigga
JEL - Rhyme Poetic Mafia nigga
You niggas really don t wanna get down
Talk a lot of shit but you don t wanna get down
Bitch-ass-niggas, hit a nigga dead in his wig FUCK IT!!!
Seventh...

There s a flamin hole in the society
A billion souls without destiny
Livin , lovin , cryin

Feedin the system, starvin your life
Polish the prison, sharpen the knife
Livin , lovin , dyin

Ev rybody keeps movin on and on
Never seeing anything that could be wrong

The world s...

I don t know why you feel we can t just talk through...
Not just walk through
And leave me here

You leave a note and think that it s a clean break
No more heartache
You made that clear

I wish that I could back track
Stop time and turn the clocks back
Unpack your bag whilst...

Across the Eerie waters,
Misty covered glass I spied
A sad procession, snaking down
The dry and deathly trail.
And as my telescopic eye
Focused on the marching line,
It settled on the fallen crown,
Now covered with a veil.

The heavy weight of mourning
Drew each head to face the ground.
Muscles tight on bearers arms
Each body cold...

Uh-huh yeah, (2x)
Uh uh-huh yeah, (4x)
Yeah.

Hear my cries,
Hear my call,
Lend me your ears,
See my fall,
See my errors,
Know my faults,
Time halts,
See my loss,
Know I m lacking,
Backtracking,
Where I met you,
Pistol packing,
Itchy finger,
Trigger happy,
Try to...

Zachodni wiatr, tragiczny wicher,
Wędrowny gęślarz niewidomy,
Na bagnach, kędy w głębi cichej
Rdzewieją Geronowe szłomy,
Po uroczyskach, trzęsawicach,
Z których wygnano dawne bogi,
Gdzie próchnem prószy popielnica
Z pogańskich wyorana mogił,
Nad rzek brzegami, gdzie Słowianie
Poili długogrzywe konie,
Wiatr sławi Cię nieustannie
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Uderzył w niebo, które jeszcze noc zachmurza.
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