Hip-Hop Icons (Explicit)

Hip-Hop Icons - DJ Kay Slay/Ice T/Kool G Rap/Kevin Gates

Written by：Kool G. Rap/Ice-T/DJ Kay Slay

Ice-T：

It's been a long time n**gas forgot

You push up on mine n**gas get shot

Master with the caliber don't respect your throne

Don't worry bout me the devil protects it's own

This so often I stare and gaze into a coffin

But I don't cry n**gas must die

My bloodlust is unquenchable

My thirst for revenge you b**ch n**gas 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 cock Glocks to

I hate rap n**gas I love street cats

I serve whack n**gas please believe that

Iceberg b**ch motherf**ker 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**ga you shook

All your d**e talk crack talk trap talk bullsh*t

How could real n**gas stomach your lies

You never f**k with no live n**gas I know

Only place your hard is in your motherf**king bio

Imma 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

It's been a long time n**gas forgot

You push up on mine n**gas get shot

Master with the caliber don't respect your throne

Don't worry bout me the devil protects it's own

Kool G. Rap：

KGR boy Queens grime n**ga

Turn your block into the scene of the crime n**ga

A mean shine n**ga the beam on the nine n**ga

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**gas 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

Yea n**ga this the auto bio

F**k with the auto die yo

Murder here my n**ga 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 h** you know how it go

Ice-T：

Get your gats out hoods on masks up

In my dark world f**k 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 greazy 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**ga plays a cop

Broke n**ga don't speak

Seventeen years 200k a week

N**ga you on the bus while I'm whipping a fleet

If you can't add money you ain't from the street