Ice-t - Funky Gripsta lyrics

(Intro: Ice-T) Yeah, Ice-T n***a, Seventh Deadly Sin It's all about that hardcore mind Got my n***a Radzay, my n***a Bazaro, my girl Gripsta in the house We gonna do it for all the hardcore n***as out there like this... (Radzay) A hard hit makes a soft a**, that's what they told me huh! I'm totally gone, I'm in another zone n***a put me on this We layin' stick, my lyrics is heat Havin' visions of ritual mirrors inside my sleep - n***a peep I remember watchin' the news, dead people in jimmy bag I got a Nine n***a get me mad And watch me throw up razorblades and get to trippin' I'm cats and crippin', lickin' is civil like Jack the Ripper I'm on a mission drippin'-a-fog An when it sees a million motherf**ers deceased some of police are brutal hog, I'm actor-baitin' No hesitation to slice a motherf**er in thirty places f** a case - ain't leavin' traces here to Redder-Dip I'm aimin' a - automatic find a b**h I'm hangin' up Protainin' up, boss strangler, better save my mother Flat packs will end as brothers - the bloody covers Bloody gloves like Yo-J, AK's my brainwaves I'll strung a n***a all day to my dear play you won't be comin' back I put that on my dear pops when I blast a fierce drop My bloody mask revealin' Jason it's non-stop The cemetary is what you facin' My steel shot is smokin' like chainsaws, brains call recommend that you get your homies and watch your motherf**in' game fall (Chorus) I only like my sh** hardcore (Radzay, South Central L.A. n***a) I only like my sh** hardcore I only like my sh** hardcore I only like my sh** hardcore (Ice-T) Prepare for the night that you never wanted These streets is taunted, blacked out impala with the big rims on it Hit'cha corner with the lights out, b**h it's on Duck down wit'cha kids, you know what you did Motherf** what your n***as say, watch for the ricochet it's gonna be hard to hear much, once my trigger spray That's neither here nor there, just beware Cause when I bust off my gat flings like a roll flair You now listenin' to - the most hated and most loved at the same time cuz Ice n***a what the f** you wanna do about a T Most'cha b**h n***as can't f** with me Cause your chin-chalked talk I can see through Like you're rollin' in a phat V-12 Bulllsh** - pull quick and have your sh** co*ked or dropped Keep a spare clip cause sometimes the shots don't stop It's motherf**in' game to rap about, sh**s' for real Double action, ain't gotta co*k back no more Got you b**h-a** n***as sweatin' like Taibo Rather lookin', in my face, I'm just checkin' my flow So, I advise you to keep it in the studio Your attittude, you don't wanna meet me dude My crews' like a f**in' wild bunch of escaped beasts Like scientists, cross cells of apes and G's All the war - get you battle gear, black fatigues You talk sh**, your crews' catch a casualty, uh! (Chorus) I only like my sh** hardcore (Ice-T n***a, what?) I only like my sh** hardcore I only like my sh** hardcore I only like my sh** hardcore (Bazaro) Aiyyo my style be official, I bust like a pistol Criminal - the issue, mad sh** the n***a been through Peep now, system, handcuffs n***a listen Word up, robbin' white boys to buy blunts The representative - GorTek Assa**in thought to be a stallion Yo I be splashin' Street Wars The hardcore Amba**ador in a black four door Akaror, I attach yours The Marquise piece, gold teeth and medallion Heads I be sappin' like the grams I be baggin' Fightin' women, cut throat and tree smokin' Violatin', infiltratin', blunt bakin' Block regulatin', the cake, bake, a brick flippin' Green expedition thicker to body stickin' Bazaro, yo I got the hardcore flow I drop to put a rock from the Bronx y'all know (Chorus) I only like my sh** hardcore (Bazaro, Boogie down Bronx baby) I only like my sh** hardcore (Grip) On the mic, Grip be flexin' Who's next to wreck when I mic check, mic check I'm checkin' any verbal an' steppin' What the f** n***a duck you ain't f**in' with this Get touched cause I lust to bust when I clutch with the quickness, k**in' lyricist when I spit this Who's next on my hitlist when I rip this Lyrically I'm material, the Rap War General droppin' hoes quicker than a syllable, yeah you k**able Your style, unfillable, wishin' my sh** was stillable I eel for the f** of it, queen you know I'm lovin' it Dick, never s**in' it unless I see a buck in it You need the whip, cluck it kid, I'm furious Leavin' your crew delirious so you don't take it serious I'm guessin' you was serious about the West, none test I got the rep for my n***as on the shaw Got the ball, f** the law and yep I wet 'em out As I proceed to spread 'em out and dead 'em out Spray 'em out, lay 'em out Ain't no surprise, come see me with four eyes Young Grip I'm a prize, prepare for you demise Recognize I put a hole in the local aforenor n***a this is Coroner (Ice-T) Gripsta, Oakland, California I only like my sh** hardcore...