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ICE-T lyrics : "Check Your Heart"

[Intro]
Yo Ice - We heard what happened man
We heard some ^!$$%s ran in on you man

Yeah yeah, %#@! was $#&@ed up man, it was real $#&@ed up
Don't worry - We know who did it
What're you talkin about man?

The %#@! 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

Yo listen man, it was your boy man - He talks a lot
I can't believe this %#@! man, I grew up with this ^!$$% man
This mother$#&@er, I would've died for this ^!$$% man

And this ^!$$% set me up?

You're now $#&@ing with your last ^!$$%

Quick to blast ^!$$%
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 @@#!ed and diamond ringers

Hustlers
My ^!$$% got shot but still alive
He took a full clip from another player's 25

And he said he's rolling with me, if you're coming
I told him, stay home, rest up, I got enough gunning
Homiciders

Ballin' rag Rolls riders
Blood letters
Money getters

Life betters
The last thing I heard you say you said I was a dead man, (*##$
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 (*##$ ^!$$%s 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, ^!$$% tell me why?
Punk ^!$$%s talk %#@!, (*##$ ^!$$%s die
I never backed down and it ain't no time to start

Let's take it to the streets and I'm a check your heart

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 $#&@ wit'cha
And all your so-called down ^!$$%s, 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

!@%&, I can't understand the drama why?
To tell the $#&@ing truth I thought your crew was fly
Now you're talking that %#@! like a (*##$ on the rag

Don't give a $#&@ about your set or the pants you sag
I drop a hot one in your forehead, neck and mouth
Then rush a hospital and bank ya if you don't check out

Cause I'm a mad ^!$$% once, a crazy ^!$$% twice
A cold blooded mother$#&@er, that's why they call me ICE
And if you told me this would happen

I would said never - no, we down forever - we flipped keys together
Now the street talkers say you want my spot
A lotta ^!$$%s did, A lotta ^!$$%s shot


[Chorus]


It's obvious some sucka ^!$$%s 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
I seen your time before you want - war till it's on

How to $#&@ with the king, when you're a bull%#@! pawn?
I can't comprehend your stupidity, miscalculation
Word to obstetricians show your crews anhiliation
Predicted, Brains get evicted, $#&@in 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, ^!$$%s suck dick if you trip
Used to be my homie, now you just a punk ho (*##$
Frustration leads to aggravation and dismay

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 $#&@ing with the illest fool in Southern California
I can roll with ya, or mother$#&@in' on ya


[Chorus]

Yeah, I know the real ^!$$% can feel this.
This is dedicated to all my "friends"

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