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WC

"f*ck It"

(Intro: WC)
Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang
Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang
Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang

(Ice-T)
Yeah 'sup with these n*ggas in the club lookin' at
n*ggas crazy and sh*t (Word, yeah f*ck them body-o's homes)
Motherf*ckers is faggots (call me n*gga?)

(Ice-T)
Step back it's the ultimate n*gga with the hot sh*t
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, n*ggas that bust
n*ggas who ride, n*ggas that'll kill for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a n*gga dead in his wig - f*ck IT!!

(Ice-T)
It's the National Pass Time, it's blast time - club's out
n*ggas break ill, pop-drunks get the guns out
Set the sh*t off with the full clips
n*ggas lookin' hard in the club - now whassup b*tch?
Whassup b*tch?!! 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, n*ggas that bust
n*ggas that ride, n*ggas that'll kill for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a n*gga dead in his wig - f*ck IT!!
It's either them or us, n*ggas that bust
n*ggas that ride, n*ggas that'll kill for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a n*gga dead in his wig - f*ck IT!!

(El Sadiq)
Yo, too many b*tch-ass-n*ggas think they got a lot
And I'mma dead these wannabe heads with consecutive shots
Man, they smile up in you, griller wanna 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 recieved no types of love
You think you got game, with that favour to your brain?
f*ck YA NAME!!! Stompin' the rut got yourself to blame
I represent Castor - bring it to you live
But cool and civilized, despise a n*gga's livin' lies
No alibi's I see the weakness in your eyes dun
You wanna 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 n*gga ICE, twice as nice
El Sadiq free sh*t but platinum mics

Chorus: Ice-T)
It's either them or us, n*ggas that bust
n*ggas that ride, n*ggas that'll kill for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a n*gga dead in his wig - f*ck IT!!
It's either them or us, n*ggas that bust
n*ggas that ride, n*ggas that'll kill for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a n*gga dead in his wig - f*ck IT!!

(Powerlord JEL)
You wanna 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 f*ckin' up the body
Everytime my poet thug at a party
Ya wanna 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' sh*t cause we bit 'em
Seven Deadly Sinner, problem-atic-rhyme-spitter
You a quitter - but I'mma 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 motherf*cker lifestyles I've been devin'

Chorus: Ice-T)
It's either them or us, n*ggas that bust
n*ggas that ride, n*ggas that'll kill for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a n*gga dead in his wig - f*ck IT!!
It's either them or us, n*ggas that bust
n*ggas that ride, n*ggas that'll kill for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a n*gga dead in his wig - f*ck IT!!

(Outro: Ice-T)
Yeah, Ice-T n*gga, El sadiq n*gga
JEL - Rhyme Poetic Mafia n*gga
You n*ggas really don't wanna get down
Talk a lot of sh*t but you don't wanna get down
b*tch-ass-n*ggas, hit a n*gga dead in his wig f*ck IT!!!
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