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DJ Kay Slay

"Hip Hop Icons"

[Intro: DJ Kay Slay]
Hey, yo, it's DJ Kay Slay, the drama king
Ice-T, Kool G Rap
Hip-Hop Icons
Let's go

[Chorus: Ice-T]
It's been a long time, n*ggas forgot
You push up on mine, n*ggas get shot
Master with the caliber, don't respect your throne
Don't worry 'bout me, the devil protects its own

[Verse 1: Ice-T]
This so often, I stare and gaze into a coffin
But I don't cry, n*ggas must die
My bloodlust is unquenchable
My thirst for revenge you b*tch n*ggas can't comprehend
I might let you live a few years, feel yourself
Death is always near and then it gets dealt
This ain't the pop that the kids bop to
This what the hard rocks c*ck Glocks to
I hate rap n*ggas, I love street cats
I serve wack n*ggas, please believe that
Iceberg b*tch, motherf*cker you heard
I been away for a minute so the lines got blurred
I ain't impressed by your jewelry, that could get took
Don't floss around me, n*gga, you shook
All your dope talk, crack talk, trap talk bullsh*t
How could real n*ggas stomach your lies?
You never f*ck with no live n*ggas I know
Only place you're hard is in your motherf*cking bio
I'ma go on 'cause I feel the mic starting to heat
Grip the wood on the wheel, lay back in your seat
I ain't new to this sh*t, I could rap for weeks
Especially with these Kay Slay types of beats
Listen

[Chorus: Ice-T]
It's been a long time, n*ggas forgot
You push up on mine, n*ggas get shot
Master with the caliber, don't respect your throne
Don't worry 'bout me, the devil protects its own

[Verse 2: Kool G. Rap]
KGR boy, Queens grime n*gga
Turn your block into the scene of the crime n*ggas
A mean shine, n*gga, the beam on the nine, n*gga
Killers move in silence and violence of mines whisper
Corona the own, I rep it to the death boy
Soda bottle or nozzle to lower down the deck boy
Everyday generating another hood chronicle
n*ggas come comical, I fix 'em with the llama too
The money in '85 was so astronomical
Chest, neck gripping with ice like a comma do
Yeah, n*gga, this the auto bio
f*ck with the auto, die yo
Murder here, my n*gga, universe caught a slug in the eye, yo
Pies seventeen five moving the bottles
Bottom of the pot rock pat 'em and dry those
Lay low from homicide with a side hoe, you know how it go

[Verse 3: Ice-T]
Get your gats out, hoods on, masks up
In my dark world f*ck boys get touched
I'm much older and colder now
No beat, just release the hounds
I move the social elite from the concrete
It wasn't easy, lotta blood got spilled
sh*t got greasy, good men got killed
Somehow I kept my head down, kept moving
A lot had to be shown, it had to be proven
And I'm still alive today
So don't test me in no type of way
You may catch me in the street rolling dolo
Or on the beach in some Ralph Lauren Polo
Or in the next booth over in the hottest club
Or at some hell of a spa getting my feet rubbed
(That n*gga plays a cop) Broke n*gga, don't speak
Seventeen years, 200k a week
n*gga, you on the bus, while I'm whipping a fleet
If you can't add money, you ain't from the street

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