Ice-t - Pimp Or Die lyrics

[Intro: Ice-T Talking] Yo, all these n***az out here wanna pimp now, man They done see Bishop Magic Juan They done watch Pimps Up, Hoes Down n***az wanna ask me, stop me in traffic asking me questions and sh** Man, that's sh**! [Verse 1: Ice-T] I pimp a b**h into a brick wall, test my game You n***az wanna get gangster, gonna test my aim If your b**hes outta pocket, got yourself to blame Cause I'm a motherf**ing pimp, Iceberg's the name I mack a b**h into a coma with I roll up on her Get my brain up in her my brain, make her hook and love the corner Lot of y'all n***az claim to kick it, but you're weak to me So you chillie a** pimps, don't even speak to me Known to be the coldest n***a, Cadillac track mack Smack the f**ing who*e unconscious if my trap ain't fat Whoring is from the hip, pimping is from the lip So n***a grab your dick and chop some f**ing game of a b**h And stop stopping me in traffic, asking how I do it The pimp game is in my blood, n***a, thought you knew it You ain't cutting like this n***a, let me tell you why! I asked God to let me pimp or let me die! [Chorus: Ice-T X2] Pimp or die I knocked fifty who*es last week, twenty fell off I pimped hard on the last thirty, twenty went soft I left ten down the reign, but only one was true And I still got more b**hes than you, Pimp or die! [Verse 2: Ice-T] This ain't no game for lames n***a Grab your b**h, take her off and marry her Kid, this game'll bury ya Call the b**h, hit the track, some pimp took her You can't control a girl friend, more less a hooker Stop reading Pimp books, square up, get a job Sell dope, steal cars, get a gun, rob You're just a fan of pimping, and it ain't all good You're playing a minute you're goffen, I'm.. Tiger woods; Ain't no fair lane, you want a fair game, play cards baby Pimping ain't easy, but whoring ain't hard Dear God I break a trick, quick for those that know The only b**hes that I f** with, are those that who*es [Chorus: Ice-T] [Verse 3: Ice-T] I got the brand new Ros', then throw you the keys I ride Satechi-Ro at thirty two degrees n***a, you duck and run, f*ggot, I co*k and squeeze And about the dough I blow, it's like it grow on trees You're talking lay away, I'm talking Corté You make a b**h your wife, I charge a b**h the day And every who*e I know, do what the f** I say Cause I'm a f**ing pimp, n***a, you're f**ing play First of, there ain't no crash course in this game In case you didn't hear me first time, Berg's the name Before you start, you gotta have a cold heart and colder dick All you wanna do is f**, you was a straight trick Stand on a b**h, break your hand on a b**h Grind for your grip, except no sh** Get your gear tight player, learn to act polite Get in the who*e's head, f** the b**h, you're after the bread Soothe it out pimp, mack with finesse and shawn And pretty soon you'll have hookers hanging over your arms But the game is played in dark streets, gators and concrete Your tracks lock is amaze, pimps sleave daze who*es run away, set you up to die But you wanted to live the life cause you did it this fly The pimp game is the moving target and you ain't that steady Stay the f** off the track, p**y you ain't ready [Chorus: Ice-T until fade]