I Ain't New Ta This Lyrics - Greatest Hits: The Evidence - Ice T

Come on 

Come on 

[ VERSE 1 ] 

Do this, ugh, come on, come on 

Time to get wreck and kick the so on and so on 

The I-see-e-T 

O.G. M.C. 

L.A.P.D. 

H-a-t-e- 

s (Ho!) 

Watch the mic blow 

I flip scripts, and the Dump drops the Ammo 

Time to get wreck with the new style 

It's '93 and MC's are gettin buck wild 

But I - ain't a - nigga 

That's gonna get left with a big zero as a figure 

I'm gonna end up with a big sum 

Cause if you don't like one jam, I always got another one 

Different, specifically I don't copy 

Tear up the track if the flow sounds sloppy 

I don't play one game 

I bust about a dozen cuts on my lp's, none the same 

[ CHORUS ] 

I ain't new to this 

I ain't new to this 

Never been 

New to this 

Nigga 

New to this 

I ain't new to this 

Fool 

New to this 

Fuck around and catch a left and a right fist 

[ VERSE 2 ] 

Boom bam, I drop fat slang 

When I used to hustle, used to be down with the crack game 

When I was young, I used to roll with a street gang 

If you want to squabble, muthafucka, it ain't no thang 

I ain't new to this, I ain't new to this 

Blow your dome, I hit quick as a pugilist 

Ugh, ah, what's up? Now your eyes swoll' 

Thought I went soft, cause my records went gold 

(Sucker) Buster, you'se a - muthafuckin punk fool 

Caught you in your eye while you reached for your tool 

Now it's mine, and you're blind 

Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop goes the nine 

Yeah. what you're dissin bout, friend? 

Sayin I went out, but you ain't never been in 

I got are-e-s-p-e-see-t in the industry 

That's somethin that you'll never see 

[ CHORUS ] 

(They can get a smack for that) --> Flavor Flav 

(Yeah-yeah) 

[ VERSE 3 ] 

On and on to the funk track 

Back glass shakin like shit, that's where the trunk's at 

That's cause my shit's - made for 

Niggas that are hardcore 

Brothers is quick to hook a left to your right jaw 

Girls, come on, girls, come on, girls, come on 

Get your clothes off and the fun on 

Girls, come on, girls, come on, girls, come on 

Get your clothes off and the fun on 

It's time to check cash 

Jump in my 4, hit the switch and lay the ass 

While the Klan try to kill me 

But I wrote 'riot' on my muthafuckin will, gee 

So when I'm gone, it's on 

Caps goin off on the streets like popcorn 

Talkin bout Simon till the early morn' 

Word is bond 

But now I just cool 

Bumpin my Gang Starr tape by my pool 

I ain't new to this 

[ CHORUS ] 

[ VERSE 4 ] 

Check, check, I got problems with the press 

Caught the punk in traffic, stabbed the sucker in his neck 

(Ugh) Punk reporter tried to diss me 

(Ugh) Now the muthafucka's history 

(Ha) I got to make a break hardcore fat tape 

Word, I don't fantasize, I don't exaggerate 

Just kick correct with the 1-2 mic check 

Still quick to swing, take a sucker to the deck 

I'm not the nigga you should step to like a sucker 

Walk up talkin shit, you best to be a good ducker 

Your posse best to run from my gun 

Keep my nine off safety, and E holds the other one 

(Yeah, sucker) 

[ CHORUS ] 

(They can get a smack for that) 

And you don't stop 

Fuck, fuck around and get your punk ass dropped 

Yeah 

Ice-T 

'93 for the underground 

I ain't new ta this