Eye Of The Storm Lyrics - The Seventh Deadly Sin - Ice T

[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, why'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 why'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 want to 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...