Yo yo whassup Ice man, you look upset Yo man, I got a lot of things on my man But I don't know if I should put it on this
Man go and kick it man Let the know what's happenin' man You know out there sellin' out man Why they goin' out like that Yo, sellin' out it ain't nothin' man I with it
Dig it, I'm just a from L.A. South Central, I live the fly way Used to bang and hustle but I traded for the big Infamy got for fame
Now I'm known and as creator of the crime rhyme But my are deeper Because I'm the one makes you think before make a move I wrote 'Pusher', 'High rollers', and 'Colors' to prove
I could kick game, and drop knowledge at the same time But one L.A. station wouldn't play my one time I'm tryin' to my community But these bourgeoisie keep on doggin' me
They don't about violence, drugs and gangs K J L H, you ain't nuttin' You just a bunch of punk bourgeoisie black And one's for me
You won't no Public Enemy You playin' no Boogie Down Productions You ain't tryin' to represent the community You just carin' about your little ol' R&B
You play all day and I represent Los Angeles all over the States And you ain't did for me about it
Hold up, I ain't on the diss tip a few more punks that I got to rip All you chump MC's who out quick P.E. was on the top, you rode the tip
But now got problems and you suckers run Chuck's real friends, does he really have one? You yell P.E. this, P.E. Fist in the air, proud to be
Now they got static and you run like I haven't an MC stand up for him once Maybe you suckers are just that they fall off So you can fill shoes, nope sorry boss
That's what the matter with people anyway We ain't with nothin', I don't care what you say Yell or lie, don't bother How low will a go for a dollar?
Enemy broke a new rap age And now you rappers ain't got to say? Yo it's their problem, shouldn'ta said it E where's my pistol? Yo go get it
it's time for me to enforce some discipline Are you or not, are you out or in? Chuck and Griff are my true friends I got their backs if it means my career
All you down MC's with Public Enemy I heard nobody out there, tryin' to help my man out YouknowhatI'msayin'? Griff is my man, I don't care what he YouknowhatI'msayin'? And I ain't gon' let them go out like YouknowhatI'msayin'? Chuck, Ice got back Anybody out there got problems Public Enemy, come talk to me
Once again, I'm back in the mode I gotta speak my mind, it's time to On this so-called government got If I lied like them, I I'd get shot
sell drugs to kids and say it's us And the cops are crooks, who can you trust? You only see brothers in a drug bust Ashes to ashes, and to dust
My homey got a for an ounce of weed While Bush sells to the enemy You gotta be stone not to see Our government is honest, nigga,
Cocaine be made in the United States facts like this our government hates The young kids on the streets the enemy They're just ghetto after money
sell drugs, but who sells drugs to them? Try the C.I.A. my Or the F.B.I. or even Somebody's gettin' rich, damn sure us
We're just ourselves while others laugh Look at the street, it's a cocaine We gotta dope is pure death Mess with drugs, you're breathin' last breath Sellin' drugs is straight up They're gonna laugh, we all die
Sittin' up there thinkin' you're that money and all that, you're killin' your brothers You stupid, straight up stupid
Puttin' dope your body, c'mon, youknowhatI'msayin'? You gotta get somethin' goin' out Get some brains, We are just playin' ourselves cold out of the
This one's for me, I records for you But this cut I out had to do There's topics in my mind I have to 'Cause so many of you out there are so damn
If ya ain't they're no-one, cutthroats Back stabbers, scheamin' for And all of you out there know I'm talkin' 'bout If you claim you're down then sell-out
sell out, youknowhatI'msayin'? You gotta stay for yours You know I want it, as I'm Ice-T I records for you, but this one's for me
You what I'm talkin' 'bout out there There's ways to sell out left and But you ain't got to do There's more important than money
I'm talkin' 'bout pride, I'm 'bout dignity You got it out All you got to do is stand on your own two go out like no sucker Stay down, Peace