Ice-t - Twice The Game lyrics

[Intro: Talking] Yeah DJ Ace, Iceberg n***a, Gangsters' sh** n***az out there running their motherf**ing mouth Acting like bangers, acting without SAG cards Like somebody supposed to be afraid [Chorus:] You f*ggots don't scare me, I'm twices cold n***az can't tell me sh**, I'm twices old f** how much you sold, I got twice the cash f** how old you are, I blast twices fast No matter how fly you get, I get twices smooth No matter how slick you are, I got twice the moove f** how big you get, I got twice the fame One word burnt, that means twice the game Twice the heart n***a, look in my eyes L.A. g**ner to these streets I'm wise Not to knob us when it come to the guns I've never flashed just reach and blast Chrome hydraulics and the black ski-masks Your next decision might be your last Real n***az, fade the f** up with the fakes Think about the next move you make, n***a [Chorus:] Fame, motherf**ers wanted so bad Give away every f**ing piece of soul they had Lie to themselves then they lie on the pad It's a motherf**ing Hip-Hop fad Get gangsta, get gull, get raw Talking about sh** you ain't never f**ing saw When the streets talk, they say they need to holler at you You got to jail, you got problems there too That's the drama that comes with the fakeness Bodyguard n***az straight making me laugh Fourty n***az in your entourage, twelve of them f*gs The real n***a in your crew's straight extorting your cash Who I ma talking to? ~ half of you rap boys Rolling with the cops, talking all about you're hardcore No names needed, everybody knows The real n***az in the game, and the straight who*es [Chorus:] The streets got a problem with you They say the sh** you say on your records ain't true They say you're talking about people that you never knew It's a gammick n***az see right through They want a little cash back for the lives you stole They say they'll take you back and your blood and your gold More bodyguards, more stipulates; In the doors of your cars and your SUVs You know, you got real problems cause you're f**ing with Gs You got the fake gangster rapper disease Keep lying, n***a, digging your grave Claiming how you bust guns when you know you b**h-made Your whole posse knows, n***a, when will you learn They're looking at your bankrole laying to turn You wanna be a gangster but forgot one thing Gangsters get murdered or they're dying to bang [Chorus:] n***a, SMG, go to your stylist Get some gangster war-draw put together Put on your make-up, come out and do your video Rented cars, rented who*es, rented houses Fake guns, fake lifestyles, MTV cribs, enemy in your house n***a Got to practise what you preach n***a Talk the talk you got to walk the walk Street n***az wanna talk to you, kid, and talk to you face to face Your bodyguards h*mos**ual anyway, fat-a** n***a Iceberg, the truth kid!