man in shades beware beware of the man in shades beware i am the man in shades yes i am i am the man in shades yes i am i am the man in shades yes
Yeah, this is Ice-T I'ma slow it down for a minute I wanna talk to all the ladies out there I got my man J-ell in the house I got a message I wanna send
fish Weezy F bitch I can say what I please Swagger so cold it stay when I leave I see you little dogs just shaking out fleas I kill dogs like I'm making
the ony way they talk is with a full clip you gon make them boys dump you gon make them boys slump you gon make them boys dump leave you and your man
A preacher on an orange crate With a salvation army band And clicking along the cobbled stones Well that's the sound of the ice cream man Comin' up
don't like it if it don't gleam gleam And to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
Chorus: Blackstreet You belong to the city You belong to the night In the middle of darkness He's a man of the night What the deal playboy just rest
We all got guns, we all got dogs We all gon' make that trip to the morgue We all find it harder to see through the fog We all know the difference between
purple, grape juice stains on the front piece of, My lapel, is custom made, You off the rack shit, I'm off the chain, come on. The dogs are loose, And
I lead the fuckin' life Large dollars, guns and ice Is nothin' you know my weight and the price of it You know how the Q dogs do cousin We don't follow
, my bud'll do ya Method Man constant drug abuser Occasional boozer And I'm slick as Rick the Ruler I piss in the sewer Underground man, I spits manure
[Redman] Def Squad Wu Tang *laugh* (check it check it out) Verse 1: Method Man [Redman in brackets] [Yo yo Method Man yo yo Iron Lungs] [Call us
Yo man glorious This is protected (?) [Method Man] And Tical [Redman] Slap it down [Method Man] Way out of bound [Redman] Roll in a towel [Method Man]
You don't want to fuck with us, you don't Method Man We just ice Men of mice, ain't nothing nice Redman Fuck your life Method Man Your tight, just
hood We tryin' to get money like chinks in the hood They ask me how I'm doing now I tell and#8216em better than them And if your man front He can get
I was standin' by the Hydrin watchin' time fly by Me and Crazy Lou, Tony Tuibe with them brown eyes Conversing 'bout nothin' just watchin' time fly Nothin' to do man
My bitch be poppin' too Keep talkin' out your face And she might be poppin' you She might be pop blockin' Droppin' down to the floor with it Meanwhile all my dogs
these nuts Get a square bitch, you gotta lie to kick it But with a nasty bitch, she'll just lick it and lick it I had a square bitch, man, she looked
