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ICE-T lyrics : "Eye Of The Storm"

(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, %#@!
[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 %#@! don't stop

It be hot, y'all ^!$$%s is worthless in the money market
I'm buck you ain't worth %#@!, ^!$$% 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 Saturday

Right after that party that he lead out down the way
Gunshots spread - everyday, all day ($#&@!)
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, %#@! is real you know how we do when the young ^!$$%s peel out

Don't squeal [undecipherable]

[Ice-T]

If you ^!$$%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 $$# 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 %#@! now
The Local Mobb Grill and let y'all ^!$$%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 ^!$$% Buck ain't no joke I'll buck a shot at your zipped up coat

Chop the throat like a blow from Judo, ^!$$% 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
$#&@ 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 ^!$$% 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 sexy (*##$
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 $#&@ if we have to pull, click, %#@!
Brooklyn ^!$$%s is known to rep-resent

Any ^!$$% happened that's why I left
^!$$%s get strep-throats, throats get strepped
Get your %#@! taken then your %#@! is kept
Uh, %#@! in a step, if not got your back broke
Plus ya jaw tapped, snapped your 'Adams Ap'

It's just a fact that ^!$$%s ain't %#@!
Ain't %#@! like Egyptians, ^!$$% trippin'
Beenie-eyed, never slippin', I'm grippin' the four-twenty
Mother$#&@ the bull%#@! 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]
^!$$% duck, DJ drop the cut, huh
250 ^!$$%s throw they sets up

L.A. style, ^!$$% what? (West Side!!)
If you've never seen it before they'll put a knot in your gut
Stand up, check your areas your group, your troops
These gang killers is real plus they, off the loot
Proceedin' to leave a ^!$$% bleedin'
They love to $#&@ up in a frenzy, let $#&@in' sharks feed me

(*##$es start screamin' and stampedin'
Thank God it's evening, I didn't leave the burner in the B.M.
Where my ^!$$% Buck, nobody seen him
Probably in the Eye Of The Storm where the ill perform, perform, perform...

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