Ice-T: Watch the Ice break

It's goin downFrom the Ammo DumpI got my nigga SLJ and DJ AladdinDroppin the fat tracksHit em with itSyndicate's in the muthafuckin houseAll duck MC's get flat, muthfuckasYeah1993And it's still meA rappin brother from L.A., the cool TDiss a brother, hate a brother, I still come backWith the fat tracks, fuck the pop crapI got a mind to cold diss a foolWack rappers sellin out urge me to pull toolsFor no reasonPop suckers hookin for hits like hoes skeezinProstitutes that can't shoot, yet you clock lootDancesteps with the weak styles, but you look cuteBitch, that shit's wackLet Hammer dance, and you other fools ease backThe microphone in some twist in a clenched fistMind locked on ???? load of my hit listAnd make duck rappers prayMany talk shit, but none step this wayCause I'm quick to beat down a weak clownClock crazy juice from L.A. to the Boogie DownI play the whole mapGot hoes locked like a muthafuckin bear trapIce muthafuckin TBefore hoes gee they need two forms of I.D.Never fess, not the best, but I'm hard to shakeHuh, watch the Ice breakWatch the Ice breakYo, let's see now who's tryin to diss meSay I sold out cause I rocked with the B.C.Y'all are bitches, you're straight wackQuick to talk shit, but always behind the backI do whatever I wanna do, punk hoeI rock a perm, you rock an afroI wear khakis, while y'all wear silkY'all drink forties, and I drink milkCause that's my muthafuckin bizI never sell out, cause it's no sale, kidHardcore to my heart from the fuckin startWhether done over beats or loud guitarsI drop the dope hitsCase you forgot, I invented this gangsta shitYou wanna step to me? New jack, walkCome back in five LP's, then we can talkYou're just new, kid, you got a hit outIn interviews you talk a lotta shit outYou got paid, you really made outYou went broke when your one jam played outNow you're searchin for that one more hitShhhiiitI ain't new to this, I got gangs of goldI come original, then I break the moldToo many MC's hit, then foldThey're just fakesHah, watch the Ice breakWatch the Ice breakYeahSyndicate jumpin off 1993On some old fly smooth shitAll the muthfuckas out there down with usYou know what I'm sayin?We're rollin strongAll the busters out there that got some static to sayWe're settin this shit off physically this yearLike KRS-One says:Sucker MC's duck downMuthafuckas ain't takin no shitI'm swingin on busters, point-blankDiss me and it's onStraight upNow it's the break of dawnAnd the mic is still onAll hoes are fuckin and the rhymes are damn strongMany MC's that choke from the mic smokeThose who tried to get with meLost in rhyme infinityOr they lost breathTry to step to the Ice equals sure deathCause ??it's then I begin?? than you ever assumeDrop the mic, go rap in your living roomI love the quick killSwing on a nigga sometimes just to break illKnuckle up, buster, fool, in his fuckin eyeAll hands, I need no gun, yo punk, why?Cause if I pull my gun, you dieNo second tryI gotta cool out now, so I don't over-freezeNut up and start murderin MC'sStart catchin bodies from state to stateThrow on a ski mask and walk the streets lateAnd do me up a whole damn crewThe Geto Boys was trippin, but my mind's trickin me tooCause diss me, and I meet you one dayAnd bet your life it won't be a fun dayI hope, nigga, it's not your fateThat you're around when the Ice breaksWhen the Ice breaks