This One's for Me

This One's for Me - ICE-T

Yo yo whassup Ice man

You look upset brother

Yo man I got a lot of things

On my mind man

But I don't know if I should

Put it on this record

Yaknahmsayin'

Man go ahead and kick it man

Let the people know

What's happenin' man

You know brothers out

There sellin' out man

Why they goin' out like that man

Yo sellin' out like it ain't nothin' man

I ain't with it

Dig it I'm just a brother from L A

South Central I live life the fly way

Used to bang and hustle but

I traded for the big game

Infamy got dumped for fame

Now I'm known and respect as

Creator of the crime rhyme

But my lyrics are deeper

Because I'm the one that makes

You think before make a move

I wrote 'Pusher' 'High rollers'

And 'Colors' just to prove

That I could kick game and drop

Knowledge at the same time

But one L A station wouldn't

Play my records one time

I'm tryin' to save my community

But these bourgeoisie blacks

Keep on doggin' me

They don't care about violence

*** and gangs

K J L H you ain't about nuttin'

You just a bunch of punk

Bourgeoisie black suckers

And this one's for me

You won't play no Public Enemy

You ain't playin' no Boogie Down Productions

You ain't tryin' to represent

The black community

You just carin' about your little ol' R&B bull

You play all day and night

I represent Los Angeles

All over the United States

And you ain't did nothin' for me

Think about it

Hold up I ain't finished on the diss tip

There's a few more punks that I got to rip

All you chump MC's who sell out quick

When P E was on the top

You rode the tip

But now they got problems

And you suckers run

Who's Chuck's real friends

Does he really have one

You yell P E this P E that

Fist in the air proud to be black

Now they got static and you run like 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 the matter with

Black people anyway

We ain't down with nothin'

I don't care what you say

Yell or lie don't even bother

How low will a brother go for a dollar

Public Enemy broke a new rap age

And now you rappers

Ain't got nothin to say

Yo it's their problem

Griff shouldn'ta said it

E where's my pistol Yo I'll go get it

'Cause it's time for me to

Enforce some discipline

Are you down or not are you out or in

Chuck Flav and Griff are my true friends

I got their backs if it means my career ends

All you so-called down

MC's with Public Enemy

I ain't heard nobody out there

Tryin' to help my man out

YouknowhatI'msayin'

Griff is my man

I don't care what he said

YouknowhatI'msayin'

And I ain't gon' let them go out like that

YouknowhatI'msayin'

Chuck Ice got your back

Anybody out there got problems

With Public Enemy come talk to me

Once again I'm back in the diss mode

I gotta speak my mind it's time to unload

On this so-called government we've got

If I lied like them

I think I'd get shot

They sell *** to kids and say it's us

And when the cops are crooks

Who can you trust

You only see young brothers

In a ** bust

Ashes to ashes

And dust to dust

My homey got a year for

An ounce of w**d

While Bush sells weapons to the enemy

You gotta be stone blind not to see

Our government is honest ni**a please

Coc*ine can't be made in the United States

Kickin' facts like this our government hates

The young kids on the streets ain't the enemy

They're just ghetto youth after money

They sell *** but who sells *** to them

Try the C I A my friend

Or the F B I or even Bush

Somebody's gettin' rich damn sure ain't us

We're just killin' ourselves while others laugh

Look at the street

It's a coc*ine bloodbath

We gotta realize d**e is pure death

Mess with ***

You're breathin' your last breath

Sellin' *** is straight up genocide

They're gonna laugh while we all die

Sittin' up there thinkin' you're makin' that money

Hustlin' and all that

You're killin' your brothers

YouknowhatI'msayin'

You just stupid straight up stupid

Puttin' d**e into your body c'mon

YouknowhatI'msayin'

You gotta get somethin' goin' out there

Get some brains youknowhatI'msayin'

We are just playin' ourselves

Cold out of the pocket

This one's for me I make records for you

But this cut I straight out had to do

There's topics in my mind I have to break

'Cause so many of you out

There are so damn fake

If ya ain't know they're no-one cutthroats

Back stabbers scheamin' for banknotes

And all of you out there

Know what I'm talkin' 'bout

If you claim you're down then never sell-out

Never sell out youknowhatI'msayin'

You gotta stay down for yours

You know I want it sure as I'm Ice-T

I make records for you but this one's for me

You know what I'm talkin' 'bout out there

There's ways to sell out left and right

But you ain't got to do that

There's thing's more important than money

I'm talkin' 'bout pride

I'm talkin' 'bout dignity

You got it out there

All you got to do is stand on your own two feet

Don't go out like no sucker

Stay down you know what I'm sayin' Peace