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ice t - eye of the storm lyrics

(feat. buckshot shorty)

[intro: kam]
aiyyo this is kam representin’ watts in compton

[buckshot shorty]
anything can happen
don’t stop, huh, ha, huh, uh, yeah, sh-t
[buckshot, ice-t]
buckshot, he be the emcee
what, watch your step

[buckshot shorty]
can i hear it for buckshot? (buckshot)
buck’s hot, spell it and yell it but the sh-t don’t stop
it be hot, y’all n-gg-s is worthless in the money market
i’m buck you ain’t worth sh-t, n-gg- what?
think about it, shorty what you drivin’ stoned by your daddy
oops, you almost had me, geesed up until i saw the truth
and one day i see you standin’ at a token booth
it was on a hot wet night, i think it was a sat-rday
right after that party that he lead out down the way
gunshots spread – everyday, all day (f-ck!)
d.t.’s rushed the party in 2k
buck – the beef be – fled the scene right before the cops
and the swats came with the triple beam
uh, sh-t is real you know how we do when the young n-gg-s peel out
don’t squeal [undecipherable]

[ice-t]
if you n-gg-s don’t know you should know by now
ice got more game than the law allows
straight up – the biggest baller in the industry
went straight from pimpin’ hoes on the nbc
do you feel me? i dealed it, ace off the bottom
hoe’s got ’em, i’m the one you just can’t fade
rolex in the tenth grade, hair was laid
everything i wore to school baby was tailor made
shot dice in the bathroom on my knees
i’ll roll across the break and break that -ss with these
start hittin’ jewel-liks, re-investin’ in ki’s
drop the top on the flo’, let you feel the breeze

[buckshot shorty]
trees make my eyes bleed i come from an ill breed
thoroughbred born from a strong seed
led by a bunch of individuals (ali)
uh, criminals to generals – this is like wow!
look at how my brain ay blew you out the frames
twist of fate cause you say the same sh-t now
the local mobb grill and let y’all n-gg-s know i’m dead
i’m serious, somebody can get killed
wait for the fire drill and when you start to smell the smoke
run n-gg- buck ain’t no joke i’ll buck a shot at your zipped up coat
chop the throat like a blow from judo, n-gg- you know

[ice-t]
is it new year god? i’m comin’ back mad-hard
movin’ harder than a convict with a shack in the yard
new jacks wanna hear me rap beggin’ for freestyle skills
i’ve served so many rappers i can make a land field fool
you’ve doubt for a mic dude, the ice is a jewel
f-ck rules , i got more pool than a mule
matter of fact, never comprehend the styles i sin
i’ve been breakin’, annihilate fakes and tens
see i’m a n-gg- from the west side cheered i peel libs
what prayin’ that you do hill when i all ready did
like your girl gotta admit she was a s-xy b-tch
but i hit it with the gin so my nuts don’t itch
(whta, what, what?)

[buckshot shorty]
buck’s got ya locked, body drawn like pit bulls
we don’t give a f-ck if we have to pull, click, sh-t
brooklyn n-gg-s is known to rep-resent
any n-gg- happened that’s why i left
n-gg-s get strep-throats, throats get strepped
get your sh-t taken then your sh-t is kept
uh, sh-t in a step, if not got your back broke
plus ya jaw tapped, snapped your ‘adams ap’
it’s just a fact that n-gg-s ain’t sh-t
ain’t sh-t like egyptians, n-gg- trippin’
beenie-eyed, never slippin’, i’m grippin’ the four-twenty
motherf-ck the bullsh-t talk – where the money?
years ago, a friend of me ask me to start up a company
duck down’s the name, rap music is the aim
lyrically i bring the pain and lock the game with no padlock and chain
some said that buck went bust
but when i came out, i left ’em all in the dust
look at your sound scam, original brown man
makin’ million everytime i drop a jam

[ice-t]
n-gg- duck, dj drop the cut, huh
250 n-gg-s throw they sets up
l.a. style, n-gg- what? (west side!!)
if you’ve never seen it before they’ll put a knot in your gut
stand up, check your areas your group, your troops
these gang killers is real plus they, off the loot
proceedin’ to leave a n-gg- bleedin’
they love to f-ck up in a frenzy, let f-ckin’ sharks feed me
b-tches start screamin’ and stampedin’
thank god it’s evening, i didn’t leave the burner in the b.m.
where my n-gg- buck, n-body seen him
probably in the eye of the storm where the ill perform, perform, perform…

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