DJ Kay Slay - Hip Hop Icons lyrics

[Hook: Ice-T] It's been a long time n***as forgot You push up on mine n***as get shot Master with the caliber, dont respect your throne Don't worry bout me, the devil protects it's own [Verse 1: Ice-T] This so often I stare and gaze into a coffin But I don't cry, n***as must die My bloodlust is unquenchable My thirst for revenge you b**h n***as can't comprehend I might let you live a few years, feel yourself d**h is always near, and then it gets dealt This ain't the pop that the kids bop to This what the hard rocks co*k Glocks to I hate rap n***as, I love street cats I serve whack n***as, please believe that Iceberg b**h, motherf**er you heard I been away for a minute so the lines got blurred I ain't impressed by your j**elry, that could get took Don't floss around me n***a you shook All your dope talk crack talk trap talk bullsh** How could real n***as stomach your lies? You never f** with no live n***as I know Only place your hard is in your motherf**ing 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**, I could rap for weeks Especially with these Kay Slay types of beats [Hook: Ice-T] It's been a long time n***as forgot You push up on mine n***as get shot Master with the caliber, dont respect your throne Don't worry bout me, the devil protects it's own [Verse 2: Kool G. Rap] KGR boy, Queens grime n***a Turn your block into the scene of the crime n***a A mean shine n***a the beam on the nine n***a k**ers move in silence and violence of mines whisper Corona the own, I rep it to the d**h boy Soda bottle or nozzle to lower down the deck boy Everyday generating another hood chronicle n***as 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***a this the auto bio f** with the auto die yo Murder here my n***a 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** 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** got greazy good men got k**ed 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***a plays a cop) Broke n***a don't speak Seventeen years 200k a week n***a you on the bus, while I'm whipping a fleet If you can't add money you ain't from the street