You know what man
Ice-T doesn't be getting enough props as he really deserves
Ice-T and Body Count are the ones who started this whole hip-rock thing
So these are my props to you

My pants are sagging, braided hair
Suckers stare, but I don't care
My game ain't knowledge my game's fear
Have no remorse, squares beware
My mission is revenge
You ain't my friend
Wear the wrong color your life could еnd
Homicide is my favorite vengе
Homicide is my favorite venge


So I'll just walk like a giant
Police defiant
You'll say to stop but I'll say that I can't
My gangs my family it's all that I have
I'm a star on the walls is my autograph
You don't like it so, you know where you can go
'Cause the streets are my stage and terror's my show
Psychoanalyze tried
Diagnose me why
Cuz it wasn't your brother the brutally died
But it was mine, so let me define
My territory don't cross the line
Don't try to act crazy
'Cause that don't phase me
If you ran like a punk
It wouldn't amaze me
'Cause my colors death
Though we all want peace
But our war won't end
It will always be
Colors
I don't need your assistance, social persistence
Any problem I got I just put my fist in
Colors