Ice T - I Ain't New Ta This Lyrics
Come onCome on[ verse 1 ]Do this, ugh, come on, come onTime to get wreck and kick the so on and so onThe i-c-e-tO.g. m.c.L.a.p.d.H-a-t-e-S (ho!)Watch the mic blowI flip scripts, and the dump drops the ammoTime to get wreck with the new styleIts 93 and mcs are gettin buck wildBut I - aint a - niggaThats gonna get left with a big zero as a figureIm gonna end up with a big sumCause if you dont like one jam, I always got another oneDifferent, specifically I dont copyTear up the track if the flow sounds sloppyI dont play one gameI bust about a dozen cuts on my lps, none the same[ chorus ]I aint new to thisI aint new to thisNever beenNew to thisNiggaNew to thisI aint new to thisFoolNew to this***** around and catch a left and a right fist[ verse 2 ]Boom bam, I drop fat slangWhen I used to hustle, used to be down with the crack gameWhen I was young, I used to roll with a street gangIf you wanna squabble, mutha*****a, it aint no thangI aint new to this, I aint new to thisBlow your dome, I hit quick as a pugilistUgh, ah, whats up? now your eyes swollThought I went soft, cause my records went gold(sucker) buster, youse a - mutha*****in punk foolCaught you in your eye while you reached for your toolNow its mine, and youre blindPop-pop-pop-pop-pop goes the nineYeah. what youre dissin bout, friend?Sayin I went out, but you aint never been inI got r-e-s-p-e-c-t in the industryThats somethin that youll never see[ chorus ](they can get a smack for that) --> flavor flav(yeah-yeah)[ verse 3 ]On and on to the funk trackBack glass shakin like shit, thats where the trunks atThats cause my shits - made forNiggas that are hardcoreBrothers is quick to hook a left to your right jawGirls, come on, girls, come on, girls, come onGet your clothes off and the fun onGirls, come on, girls, come on, girls, come onGet your clothes off and the fun onIts time to check cashJump in my 4, hit the switch and lay the assWhile the klan try to kill meBut I wrote riot on my mutha*****in will, geeSo when Im gone, its onCaps goin off on the streets like popcornTalkin bout simon till the early mornWord is bondBut now I just coolBumpin my gang starr tape by my poolI aint new to this[ chorus ][ verse 4 ]Check, check, I got problems with the pressCaught the punk in traffic, stabbed the sucker in his neck(ugh) punk reporter tried to diss me(ugh) now the mutha*****as history(ha) I got to make a break hardcore fat tapeWord, I dont fantasize, I dont exaggerateJust kick correct with the 1-2 mic checkStill quick to swing, take a sucker to the deckIm not the nigga you should step to like a suckerWalk up talkin shit, you best to be a good duckerYour posse best to run from my gunKeep my nine off safety, and e holds the other one(yeah, sucker)[ chorus ](they can get a smack for that)And you dont stop*****, ***** around and get your punk ass droppedYeahIce-t93 for the undergroundI aint new ta this
