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Artist:	Ice-T
Song Title:	Depts Of Hell
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Daddy Nitro: (Talk)
Now hear dis!
All bad man what dey a know
The original bad man dey a know, seen?
Daddy Nitro, an' Ice-T dey 'pon the ??man
Come talk wit reality
An' any guy who nah like dey got shot in ?? face
No Ice-T, come talk wit reality star
Tell them bout da endin of da world today
COME!

Ice-T:
I got a attitude as thick as a convict's
Bomb ticks, my heart beats as I rhyme over hard shit
Watch this, the nigga that you didn't think could do
Break through wit the rythm that'll rock your whole crew
Thought you knew; I ain't no punk or no pooh-butt
Step to me, the cops are still diggin niggas up
What's up? What's up? What's up? You wanna try your luck
You move, you weave, you got stuck
And now you're trippin wit you fuckin brain
You never seen so much blood pour through one vein
You try to scream, you choke
You try to run, your legs are broke
You're bulletproof I hope...
Yo, I ain't no nigga to flex, but I will flip
Fuck up a nigga and dropkick his fuckin bitch
I love to squabble and I'm good wit it
So if you want some, nigga, come get it
I ain't trippin, nigga, trippin at all
Yo, I'm fuckin walkin over weak rapper's downfalls
It ain't my fault they fell, it ain't my fault I sell
I pull my ass up from the depts of hell

Daddy Nitro:
Lawd! Jib-dibbidy-bong, jib-dibbidy-bee-bon-ska-dang
Daddy Nitro an' Ice-T come wid a different some-thang
Comin out the ghetto tings are wild like pure 'ell
Nuff man get ?? in my firebomb sale
Some a sell coke but the music we a sell
We no inna doubt, we don't want no ambulance bell
While other lyrics are full of our style we fill up our clientel
Ice-T an' Nitro from the, depts of 'ell, COME!

Ice-T:
You punks are jealous cause I'm rollin in fly shit
My shit, all paid for and I don't owe no guy shit
Fuck you, it ain't my fault your ass is on empty
Thought you was it, but you're smooth gettin pimped, gee...
...I ain't no ho fool
Got much respect for the new and the old school
But many rappers can rip mics but can't count...
...zero bank amounts
Word and many critics are hot cause hard rap hits
They like to make it all soft that we pop shit
Fuck that, I'll die before I let the hardcore go
Cause I'm a nigga from the G-H-E-T-T-O
I got a posse who's airtight, quick to fight
And got the power to continue or end the night
And if you stepped on wrong, then you're done kid
The yellow tape's in the club because one did
I got no pity so don't ask me for fuckin any
I'll break a bum off but you niggas can't get a penny
When I was broke, I stole my gold, I pawned
I lived the life of a hustler off and on
I'm just a brother that lived to tell
I brought my ass up from the depts of hell

Daddy Nitro:
Come!
In a de ghetto tings are wild round de clock
Som man a cmoke crack and some man a fire shot
Me tell de people dem laws, that we no inna dat
If a guy try dat thing we get then 16 shotta
It's a lovely night ?? ?? off the chatta
Easy Ice-T make them no say you a mark-a
Anyway we go on I bet a no say we stop
Wit lyrics and de music and right on de ??

Talk:
EASE UP and come again my selector
All over the world is only for pain an' sufferin
That's why Ice-T and Daddy Nitro come wit the reality thing
Nice this everytime star
Man like Ice-T 'pon the ??man
Come in star, one last time teach dem bout reality
Now watch dis
COME!

Ice-T:
I met this girl who act like I owed her somethin
Nothin, all I owed her was a good steady fuckin
Fuck that, now the one is gonna fall on no ho trap
Ease back bitch, before you need all your teeth back...
...I ain't no fuckin mark
Made all my money workin bowcutters in the dark
Snatch bars and cars and vice grips
Long handled sledgehammers, saws and wire snips
I got an ill side that drips from my brain at times
It still thinks of the psycho and brutal crimes
I still remember when I had a low cash flow
No hoes, no cars, no gear, no dough
And times got wicked...
...I even remember havin to sell all my pawn tickets
But suckas spread out and they left me wit few friends
But that's who wit me as we fuck up the true ends
So don't be trippin if your luck's gone bad, be glad
It'll empty out the fake fuckin friends you had
Then get yourself together, nigga aim straight
Shoot pint blank at your goals, work hard and wait
You can do it even if you fell
I brought my ass back from the depts of hell

Daddy Nitro:
Cause we are serious entertainers
Talk about de Ice-T, he no joker
Cause we are serious entertainers
Talk about de Daddy Nitro, me no joker
Me come and pull up my lyrics and full up my style and full up our lingual
As me sit upon de riddim I'ma sit on proper
As me flow upon de riddim like a rockin of de gong
Me sit upon de riddim like a true ??
Man no listen Daddy Nitro like a fierce ??
Me flow upon de mic from a ?? arena
Pam pamma, original chat masta
Me pam pamma, original chat masta
Me pam pamma, me come fi set fi dance pon fiyah
An' if it's on, well you must fi chant up hiyah
Me say dis a Daddy Nitro steppin ?? ??
Come down, no try ti diss and no dismiss de kid
As me sit upon de riddim like wit de man Ice-T
All of de massive up here listen to me
Respect me come from inner New York Ci-ty
Die gon test me, man go dead and bried, COME!
Ease up man, FIYAH
Wicked every time...
Woy! Woy! Woy! Woy!

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