Paroles de Check your heart

Ice-t

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Thanks to mart666@xxl.ee for these lyrics. (intro) yo ice - we heard what happened man we heard some niggas ran in on you man yeah yeah, shit was fucked up man, it was real fucked up don't worry - we know who did it what're you talkin about man? the shit just happened like 3 hours ago yeah - but we know who did it man... it was your boy what? naugh man i'm not trying to hear that i can't believe this shit man, i grew up with this nigga man yo listen man, it was your boy man - he talks a lot and this nigga set me up? this motherfucker, i would've died for this nigga man you're now fucking with your last nigga quick to blast nigga gauge masturbator chest plate disintegrator, rider i never wore no mask, wacked the witness - vestless i'll put you on the graveyard's guest list ice - cause i lack all emotions, i'm heartless that's why i can't figure for the life of me you'd want to start this my crew is bottomless street lobotomists gun slingers glock cocked and diamond ringers my nigga got shot but still alive hustlers he took a full clip from another player's 25 i told him, stay home, rest up, i got enough gunning and he said he's rolling with me, if you're coming homiciders blood letters money getters ballin' rag rolls riders the last thing i heard you say you said i was a dead man, bitch life betters i'll put you right into gun point, you snitch now i know your plans are rolling on me, late when i sleep why don't we do this man to man? let them bitch niggas creep i still remember in the days when we was friends chillin now it seems you going to have to be my next killin chorus: you wanna go to war, nigga tell me why? punk niggas talk shit, bitch niggas die let's take it to the streets and i'm a check your heart i never backed down and it ain't no time to start you must be death wishing, what's up? you know my steelo got love with the illest of blacks and amigos your jealousy is outta hand, i can't fuck wit'cha and all your so-called down niggas, say good luck to ya they know you're off the hook and you're soon to bleed my reputation states that i kills with speed more drama than a rap verse you'll feel the mack first in your back first then the black hearse goddamn, i can't understand the drama why? now you're talking that shit like a bitch on the rag to tell the fucking truth i thought your crew was fly i drop a hot one in your forehead, neck and mouth don't give a fuck about your set or the pants you sag then rush a hospital and bank ya if you don't check out a cold blooded motherfucker, that's why they call me ice cause i'm a mad nigga once, a crazy nigga twice i would said never - no, we down forever - we flipped keys together now the street talkers say you want my spot and if you told me this would happen a lotta niggas did, a lotta niggas shot chorus it's obvious some sucka niggas got ya gassed let's see if they around you when the gunshots blast it ain't nothing nice, letting off slugs under the street life early deaths, dry gags and last breaths how to fuck with the king, when you're a bullshit pawn? i seen your time before you want - war till it's on i can't comprehend your stupidity, miscalculation word to obstetricians show your crews anhiliation predicted, brains get evicted, fuckin with me kid bullets lift your lid and watch your weak kool aid heart run down the drain i got the method man who came to bring the pain let you know quick, niggas suck dick if you trip frustration leads to aggravation and dismay used to be my homie, now you just a punk ho bitch now you're player haten, but that's the wrong game to play i light your block up, kidnap your moms - snatch your woman you beg for me to stop, but i'll just keep coming you're fucking with the illest fool in southern california i can roll with ya, or motherfuckin' on ya chorus yeah, i know the real nigga can feel this. this is dedicated to all my "friends"

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