Yo, it's time for me to pump the volume No problem, the record's revolvin' Evil's the mixer, I'm the rap trickster Paparazzi on the bum rush for pictures Ice, coolin', yo colder than ever Punk executioner, E pull the lever Rotate the wax, then cut and axe the tracks Push up the levels 'til the red lights max Don't try to size up, you better wise up To the rap criminals, we're on the rise up We're sellin' dope 'til we're succeeded Dope beats and lyrics, no beepers needed For this drug deal, I'm the big wheel The dope I'm sellin', you don't smoke, you feel Out on the dance floor, on my world tour I'm sellin' dope in each and every record store I'm the king pin when the wax spins Crack or smack will take you to a sure end You don't need it, just throw that stuff away You wanna get high? Let the record play
I know you're lovin' this drugs as it's comin' out your speaker Bass through the bottoms, highs through the tweeters But this base you don't need a pipe Just a tempo to keep you hype Groovin' like I see you doin' Some stupid crack would just ruin Your natural high, why? That ain't fly And anyone who says it is, lies Move like I knew you would, like I knew could And if you ain't cracked out, then I know you should Be able to give me a clap, to match exact with the track And since I know that you ain't, I expect that Oh now this jam is lit, it's like the ultimate People high off dope but still physically fit I'll make a million bucks, pack my dough in trucks From sellin' dope beats, dope rhymes, dope cuts I'll be the biggest dope dealer in history Because all the fly will be high off that Ice-T
I'll bring it to boil, Evil E rock it up You want in? I don't think you got enough Last suckers crossed, Syndicate shot'em up Cops found'em in the lake bottom up I don't play when it comes to my dope I check my lyrics close, like with a microscope I don't clean'em up with no Ivory soap I leave'em hard and pure, hope that you can cope 'Cause you might O.D. if you overdrive This record, tape or CD, because the sound I've Created on this wax is like a chemical And the knowledge I give, makes me invincible
The cops don't know what to do because my dope breaks through No matter what they do, my stuff gets to you Kickin' on the Boulevard, my tempo's hyped and hard I don't ask, the ICE just bogards Sire Records puts me out, with Warner Bros. clout My dope hits the streets with no doubt Evil E adds the cut then removes it IZ checks for purity, then approves it And then you get it, try it and like it And if it ain't potent, we remix it and spike it To bring you the pure dope, not a noose in a rope Because if you're doin' crack, you're on death row You're just a toy punk, to mess with that junk You want some real dope come look in my trunk The dope I'm sellin' is life, 100% legit So get real fool and try some real hit
Writer/s: AFRIKA ISLAM, CURTIS MAYFIELD, TRACY LAUREN MARROW
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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