always coming through Me and my crew Let me hear you say fire it up (fire it up) Say fire it up (fire it up) To all my dogs that's straight blunted
[Chester Bennington] Together we made it We made it even though we had our backs up against the wall [Busta Rhymes:] See you survived the worst but
the new millennium I analyze data like intel Pentium So follow me, I blame sovereignty for God we bust Top Gun, move bright, smooth as Ice, sex and dust Ante up
fat rings 'Cause in the motherland gold is for kings I got backup to jack up, punks who try to act up Do a world tour, watch the big bank stack up Motherfuckers
All right when we go up in this goddamn house All I want is the motherfuckin' kids As far as pops I don't give a fuck what you do Bust him in his motherfuckin
So follow me, I blame sovereignty for God we bust Top Gun, move bright, smooth as Ice, sex and dust I'm 15 blocks deep in the foreign neighborhood Ante up
the set? The Ice will And once I'm in effect it's overkill Kinda like a hold-up, all the tickets sold up And then the black stretch limo cold rolls up
Yo shut up, this is Ice muthafuckin' T And I've been listenin' to a lotta DJ's Get on the mike and tryin' to get busy You know what I'm sayin'? But can
decide to pawn it What's up now punk? You start to choke up? You try to move on the ice, you'll get broke up Midnight, time for a homicide Showtime,
girlies and I don't mean maybe The way I rhyme no one will ever slay me And I ain't lyin' rhyme do pay me ! Rhyme pays ---- !! Verse three: I'm notorious
Motherfuckers tried to play the ice Because I rhyme smooth And on T.V. act nice Saw,that's what you shouldn't have said Now I'm so mad I'm busting veins
even play like step in my way You'll meet my people [Chorus] I've been round the world ballin, did it all, what's next? While most of y'all busters
but I feel no fakin' No jivin',no lyin',no frontin',no playin' Say exactly whats up,understand what I'm sayin' Ban me,try it,you might cause a riot What
settle shit, rebel shit Fuck a cop, why not, we last niggas on your block Last standin', coked up, we fucked up Twenty g's, rope 'em up, you in the trunk
punks I haven't heard an MC stand up for him once Maybe you suckers are just hopin' that they fall off So you can fill their shoes, nope sorry boss That's what
name is MC Ice-T I got the Rhyme Syndicate with me We about to tear stuff up, y'all feel good? Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what
with you over some slut, bitch-cunt That made me put up with her psycho-ass over 6 months And only spread her legs to let me hit once Yeah, what you
' through Vegas You ever seen so much cham' bust in one night Grand fucked up one fight I was on the Peter Pan bus You was puttin' Peter Pan up in your