[KISS Cover] Rock 'n' roll Baby gets tired, everybody knows Your mother tells you, baby has to show Yeah, yeah Let me go 'Cause baby's got the feelin
words that Christ wrote Evil men sacrifice goats I speak all my life under oath Since a kid, troublesome, thrownin' shit at little girls jump ropes Bustin' B-B Guns
addicted to danger Some nights I crash clubs Rollin' with the posse made of well known thugs Cool out with the freaks Trucking much jewels, begging for beef Thens some niggaz roll
quick Just for talkin' shit, ride rolls, catch hoes like a mitt L.A., Atlanta, New York, yo, my shit rocks Chi-town, Miami, Detroit, I get much props Because I roll
the place to be My name is MC Ice-T I got the Rhyme Syndicate with me We about to tear stuff up, y'all feel good? Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate
because of use of Rock n' Roll in your music, how do you reply to that? You see a lot of people don't realize that you know Rock n' Roll is truly black
the scence, a sack of green sitting on crome and rubber bands Paint looking like Candyland, it's Sllimm the South Paw triggerman Flippin work and whippin weight, rock up, roll
your back out How many of y'all wanna go for yours I keep my dogs in the crackhouse [Buckshot] Let's take a walk through Crown Heights Steppin through the city at night
, livin? in the fast lane So when I bleep shorty bleep back Louis Vuitton belt where I'm keepin' all the heat strapped I beat the trail over Rucker All guns
your guns, bring your guns to town Keep on rockin', keep on rockin' Keep on, rock 'n' roll gonna never die Keep on rockin', keep on rockin' Keep on, rock 'n' roll
Squad is odd Y'all never seen relish but always seem jealous Of my extreme fellas, rockin' the [unverified] sweaters The ones who paid with their life I rock
the lex After that, Smoke weed in the park when it's wet I like to throw henium for all my niggas who died All my street niggas who used to rock their
nice Sauce Motherfucking, now she's shaking all night Non stop, we get the place crackling From North, West, South, East and back again Niggas know I rock
, guess who I saw (Who?) Black and [unverified] now, ain't this proper Guns drawn full of [unverified] toward the helicopter Escaped alive but my ribs was shattered Body all battered, and clothes all
and just kill all your people Coast to coast ain't a nigga more evil Now made me act a lot and call Sen Diesel Rock the block with the M 1 6 .44 mag like
privilege to know 'em I roll like a desperado, now I never know where I'm gonna go Still I ball like there's no tomorrow good nights its over and thats all
the poets down here, don't write nothing at all They just stand back and let it all be And in the quick of the night They reach for their moment And
playa Ballin a lot, brawlin for props, callin the shots Hit the curb, birds all on the flock Jockin, like "who that there covered in all of them rocks
