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DJ Kay Slay - Hip Hop Icons lyrics


Feat : Ice-t & Kool G Rap

[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 cock 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

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[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

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