Funky Gripsta Lyrics - Ice T

(Intro: Ice-T) 

Yeah, Ice-T nigga, Seventh Deadly Sin 

It's all about that hardcore mind 

Got my nigga Radzay, my nigga Bazaro, my girl Gripsta in the house 

We gonna do it for all the hardcore niggas out there like this... 

(Radzay) 

A hard hit makes a soft ass, that's what they told me huh! 

I'm totally gone, I'm in another zone nigga put me on this 

We layin' stick, my lyrics is heat 

Havin' visions of ritual mirrors inside my sleep - nigga peep 

I remember watchin' the news, dead people in jimmy bag 

I got a Nine nigga get me mad 

And watch me throw up razorblades and get to trippin' 

I'm cats and crippin', lickin' is civil like Jack the Ripper 

I'm on a mission drippin'-a-fog 

An when it sees a million motherfuckers deceased 

Some of police are brutal hog, I'm actor-baitin' 

No hesitation to slice a motherfucker in thirty places 

Fuck a case - ain't leavin' traces here to Redder-Dip 

I'm aimin' a - automatic find a bitch I'm hangin' up 

Protainin' up, boss strangler, better save my mother 

Flat packs will end as brothers - the bloody covers 

Bloody gloves like Yo-J, AK's my brainwaves 

I'll strung a nigga all day to my dear play you won't be comin' back 

I put that on my dear pops when I blast a fierce drop 

My bloody mask revealin' Jason it's non-stop 

The cemetery is what you facin' 

My steel shot is smokin' like chainsaws, brains call 

Recommend that you get your homies and watch your motherfuckin' game fall 

(Chorus) 

I only like my shit hardcore 

(Radzay, South Central L.A. nigga) 

I only like my shit hardcore 

I only like my shit hardcore 

I only like my shit hardcore 

(Ice-T) 

Prepare for the night that you never wanted 

These streets is taunted, blacked out impala with the big rims on it 

Hit'cha corner with the lights out, bitch it's on 

Duck down wit'cha kids, you know what you did 

Motherfuck what your niggas say, watch for the ricochet 

It's gonna be hard to hear much, once my trigger spray 

That's neither here nor there, just beware 

Cause when I bust off my gat flings like a roll flair 

You now listenin' to - the most hated and most loved at the same time 'cause 

Ice nigga what the fuck you want to do about a T 

Most'cha bitch niggas can't fuck with me 

Cause your chin-chalked talk I can see through 

Like you're rollin' in a phat V-12 

Bulllshit - pull quick and have your shit cocked or dropped 

Keep a spare clip cause sometimes the shots don't stop 

It's motherfuckin' game to rap about, shits' for real 

Double action, ain't gotta cock back no more 

Got you bitch-ass niggas sweatin' like Taibo 

Rather lookin', in my face, I'm just checkin' my flow 

So, I advise you to keep it in the studio 

Your attittude, you don't want to meet me dude 

My crews' like a fuckin' wild bunch of escaped beasts 

Like scientists, cross cells of apes and G's 

All the war - get you battle gear, black fatigues 

You talk shit, your crews' catch a casualty, uh! 

(Chorus) 

I only like my shit hardcore 

(Ice-T nigga, what?) 

I only like my shit hardcore 

I only like my shit hardcore 

I only like my shit hardcore 

(Bazaro) 

Aiyyo my style be official, I bust like a pistol 

Criminal - the issue, mad shit the nigga been through 

Peep now, system, handcuffs nigga listen 

Word up, robbin' white boys to buy blunts 

The representative - GorTek Assassin thought to be a stallion 

Yo I be splashin' Street Wars 

The hardcore Ambassador in a black four door Akaror, I attach yours 

The Marquise piece, gold teeth and medallion 

Heads I be sappin' like the grams I be baggin' 

Fightin' women, cut throat and tree smokin' 

Violatin', infiltratin', blunt bakin' 

Block regulatin', the cake, bake, a brick flippin' 

Green expedition thicker to body stickin' 

Bazaro, yo I got the hardcore flow 

I drop to put a rock from the Bronx why'all know 

(Chorus) 

I only like my shit hardcore 

(Bazaro, Boogie down Bronx baby) 

I only like my shit hardcore 

(Grip) 

On the mic, Grip be flexin' 

Who's next to wreck when I mic check, mic check 

I'm checkin' any verbal an' steppin' 

What the fuck nigga duck you ain't fuckin' with this 

Get touched cause I lust to bust when I clutch 

With the quickness, killin' lyricist when I spit this 

Who's next on my hitlist when I rip this 

Lyrically I'm material, the Rap War General 

Droppin' hoes quicker than a syllable, yeah you killable 

Your style, unfillable, wishin' my shit was stillable 

I eel for the fuck of it, queen you know I'm lovin' it 

Dick, never suckin' it unless I see a buck in it 

You need the whip, cluck it kid, I'm furious 

Leavin' your crew delirious so you don't take it serious 

I'm guessin' you was serious about the West, none test 

I got the rep for my niggas on the shaw 

Got the ball, fuck the law and yep I wet 'em out 

As I proceed to spread 'em out and dead 'em out 

Spray 'em out, lay 'em out 

Ain't no surprise, come see me with four eyes 

Young Grip I'm a prize, prepare for you demise 

Recognize I put a hole in the local aforenor 

Nigga this is Coroner 

(Ice-T) 

Gripsta, Oakland, California 

I only like my shit hardcore...