Fuck It Lyrics - The Seventh Deadly Sin - Ice T

"Fuck It" 

(feat. El Sadiq, Powerlord JEL) 

[Intro: WC] 

Dub-see from the Westside Connect Gang 

Dub-see from the Westside Connect Gang 

Dub-see from the Westside Connect Gang 

[Ice-T] 

Yeah 'sup with these niggas in the club lookin' at 

niggas crazy and shit (Word, yeah fuck them body-o's homes) 

Motherfuckers is faggots (call me nigga?) 

[Ice-T] 

Step back it's the ultimate nigga with the hot shit 

The last standin' man, smack you with my backhand 

The veteran-er-the games you claim to be in 

Let me begin, express it, explain the dilemma 

[Chorus: Ice-T] 

It's either them or us, niggas that bust 

Niggas who ride, niggas that'll kill for this side 

Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound 

Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!! 

[Ice-T] 

It's the National Pass Time, it's blast time - club's out 

Niggas break ill, pop-drunks get the guns out 

Set the shit off with the full clips 

Niggas lookin' hard in the club - now whassup bitch? 

Whassup bitch?!! Pull your weapon if you got it 

I'da shot it, plus you never live with rockets 

tried to dodge it, caught you all in the arm pit 

Easy target, dug you out in the lot kid 

[Chorus: Ice-T] 

It's either them or us, niggas that bust 

Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side 

Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound 

Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!! 

It's either them or us, niggas that bust 

Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side 

Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound 

Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!! 

[El Sadiq] 

Yo, too many bitch-ass-niggas think they got a lot 

And I'ma dead these wannabe heads with consecutive shots 

Man, they smile up in you, griller want to give you a pen 

Stick it to your crew like glue like they been down 

Man listen, kill that bull with the fake-ass handshakes 

You can slide by me with the rest of them damn snakes 

Flakin' like paper while I'm takin' my life serious 

You talkin' and playin', your whole antenna's mystevious 

Claimin' that you got juice with an ultimate ?? 

But when the brother test you, murder and received no types of love 

You think you got game, with that favour to your brain? 

FUCK YA NAME!!! Stompin' the rut got yourself to blame 

I represent Castor - bring it to you live 

But cool and civilized, despise a nigga's livin' lies 

No alibi's I see the weakness in your eyes dun 

You want to run? Plus ya scared to shoot a gun for fun 

You bust a couple of slugs off the rooftop 

My team, come and touch ya somethin', make ya crew drop 

My nigga ICE, twice as nice 

El Sadiq free shit but platinum mics 

[Chorus: Ice-T] 

It's either them or us, niggas that bust 

Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side 

Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound 

Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!! 

It's either them or us, niggas that bust 

Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side 

Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound 

Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!! 

[Powerlord JEL] 

You want to get live? Start scaubblin' with the bald-heads 

callin' them family, told 'em nothin' but the feds 

That's the blue and red who be dead 

when the sunrise come six in the mornin'? 

I'm maxin' like a wiseguy 

Know the John Gotti but I'm fuckin' up the body 

Everytime my poet thug at a party 

Ya want to step to T, go through JEL first 

But remember where you see your homicide show rehearsed 

Check 'em tag-times like they do with a pencil 

No more solitary cause we mashin' in a Benzo 

Next who gettin' hitters talkin' shit cause we bit 'em 

Seven Deadly Sinner, problem-atic-rhyme-spitter 

You a quitter - but I'ma bomb steady 

If I was out of slugs, look out for Machette 

from ear to ear homes, it's clear, you'll be bleedin' 

Not me motherfucker lifestyles I've been devin' 

[Chorus: Ice-T] 

It's either them or us, niggas that bust 

Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side 

Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound 

Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!! 

It's either them or us, niggas that bust 

Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side 

Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound 

Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!! 

[Outro: Ice-T] 

Yeah, Ice-T nigga, El sadiq nigga 

JEL - Rhyme Poetic Mafia nigga 

You niggas really don't want to get down 

Talk a lot of shit but you don't want to get down 

Bitch-ass-niggas, hit a nigga dead in his wig FUCK IT!!! 

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