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Artist:T Ice
Taken from the album The Seventh Deadly Sin by T Ice
Album:The Seventh Deadly Sin
Track:Eye of the Storm
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
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Lyrics:(Intro: KAM)
Aiyyo this is Kam representin' Watts in Compton

(Buckshot
Shorty)
Anything can happen
Don't stop, huh, ha, huh, uh, yeah, shit
(Buckshot,
Ice-T)
Buckshot, he be the emcee
What, watch your step

(Buckshot
Shorty)
Can I hear it for Buckshot? (Buckshot)
Buck's hot, spell it and yell it but the
shit don't stop
It be hot, y'all niggas is worthless in the money market
I'm buck you
ain't worth shit, nigga what?
Think about it, shorty what you drivin' stoned by your
daddy
Oops, you almost had me, geesed up until I saw the truth
And one day I see you
standin' at a token booth
It was on a hot wet night, I think it was a Saturday
Right after
that party that he lead out down the way
Gunshots spread - everyday, all day
(fuck!)
D.T.'s rushed the party in 2K
Buck - The Beef be - fled the scene right before the
cops
and the Swats came with the triple beam
Uh, shit is real you know how we do when the
young niggas peel out
Don't squeal (*undecipherable*)

(Ice-T)
If you niggas
don't know you should know by now
Ice got more game than the law allows
Straight up - the
biggest baller in the industry
Went straight from pimpin' hoes on the NBC
Do you feel me?
I dealed it, ace off the bottom
Hoe's got 'em, I'm the one you just can't fade
Rolex in
the tenth grade, hair was laid
Everything I wore to school baby was tailor made
Shot dice
in the bathroom on my knees
I'll roll across the break and break that ass with these
Start
hittin' jewel-liks, re-investin' in ki's
Drop the top on the flo', let you feel the
breeze

(Buckshot Shorty)
Trees make my eyes bleed I come from an ill
breed
Thoroughbred born from a strong seed
Led by a bunch of individuals (Ali)
Uh,
criminals to generals - this is like wow!
Look at how my brain ay blew you out the
frames
twist of fate cause you say the same shit now
The Local Mobb Grill and let y'all
niggas know I'm dead
I'm serious, somebody can get killed
Wait for the fire drill and when
you start to smell the smoke
run nigga Buck ain't no joke I'll buck a shot at your zipped up
coat
Chop the throat like a blow from Judo, nigga you know

(Ice-T)
Is it new
year God? I'm comin' back mad-hard
Movin' harder than a convict with a shack in the
yard
New Jacks wanna hear me rap beggin' for freestyle skills
I've served so many rappers
I can make a land field fool
You've doubt for a mic dude, the Ice is a jewel
Fuck rules ,
I got more pool than a mule
Matter of fact, never comprehend the styles I sin
I've been
breakin', annihilate fakes and tens
See I'm a nigga from the West Side cheered I peel
libs
What prayin' that you do hill when I all ready did
Like your girl gotta admit she was
a sexy bitch
But I hit it with the Gin so my nuts don't itch
(Whta, what,
what?)

(Buckshot Shorty)
Buck's got ya locked, body drawn like pit bulls
We
don't give a fuck if we have to pull, click, shit
Brooklyn niggas is known to
rep-resent
Any nigga happened that's why I left
Niggas get strep-throats, throats get
strepped
Get your shit taken then your shit is kept
Uh, shit in a step, if not got your
back broke
Plus ya jaw tapped, snapped your 'Adams Ap'
It's just a fact that niggas ain't
shit
Ain't shit like Egyptians, nigga trippin'
Beenie-eyed, never slippin', I'm grippin'
the four-twenty
Motherfuck the bullshit talk - where the money?
Years ago, a friend of me
ask me to start up a company
Duck Down's the name, rap music is the aim
Lyrically I bring
the pain and lock the game with no padlock and chain
Some said that Buck went bust
But
when I came out, I left 'em all in the dust
Look at your sound scam, original brown
man
Makin' million everytime I drop a jam

(Ice-T)
Nigga duck, DJ drop the cut,
huh
250 niggas throw they sets up
L.A. style, nigga what? (West Side!!)
If you've
never seen it before they'll put a knot in your gut
Stand up, check your areas your group, your
troops
These gang killers is real plus they, off the loot
Proceedin' to leave a nigga
bleedin'
They love to fuck up in a frenzy, let fuckin' sharks feed me
Bitches start
screamin' and stampedin'
Thank God it's evening, I didn't leave the burner in the
B.M.
Where my nigga Buck, nobody seen him
Probably in the Eye Of The Storm where the ill
perform, perform, perform
 
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