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Depths of Hell

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Now hear this All bad man weh deh a now The original bad man deh a now, seen Daddy Nitro and Ice-T deh pon de case man, come talk bout reality And any guy weh nuh like dat get shot in a him face Now Ice-T, come talk bout reality star Tell dem bout the endin a the world today Come! I got a attitude as thick as a convict's Bomb ticks my heartbeat says I rhyme over hard shit Watch this, the nigga that you didn't think could do Break through with the rhythm that'll rock your whole crew Thought you knew, I ain't no punk or no pooh butt Step to me, the cops are still diggin niggas up What's up? What's up? What's up? You wanna try your luck? You move, you weave, you bob, you got stuck And now you're trippin with your fuckin brain You never seen so much blood pour through one vein You try to scream, you choke You try to run, your legs are broke You're bulletproof I hope Yo, I ain't no nigga to flex but I will flip Fuck up a nigga and dropkick his fuckin bitch I love to squabble and I'm good wit it So if you want some nigga come get it I ain't trippin, nigga drippin at all Yo, I'm fuckin walkin over weak rappers downfalls It ain't my fault, they fell, it ain't my fault, I sell I pull my ass up from the depths of hell, Lord! Chibididibom chibididibom skedeng (BOW BOW!) Daddy Nitro, Ice-T come with a different something (BOW BOW!) Down inna the ghetto things a gwan like pure hell (BOW!) Tough man get large and dem a fire bombshell (BOW BOW!) Some a sell coke but a music we a sell (BOW!) We nuh inna dat, we nuh waan no ambulance bell (BOW BOW!) Full up a lyrics and full up a style and full up a clientele (BOW!) Ice-T and Nitro from the depths of hell (BOW BOW!) Come! You punks are jealous cuz I'm rollin in fly shit My shit, all paid for and I don't owe no guy shit Fuck you, it ain't my fault your ass is on empty Thought you was it but you're smooth gettin pimped G I ain't no ho fool Got much respect for the new and the old school But many rappers can rip mics but can't count Zero bank amounts Word, and many critics are hot cuz our rap hits They like to make it all soft that we pop shit Fuck that, I'll die before I let the hardcore go Cuz I'm a nigga from the G-H-E-T-T-O I got a posse who's airtight, quick to fight And got the power to continue or end a night And if you stepped on wrong then you're a done kid The yellow tape's in the club because one did I got no pity so don't ask me for fuckin any I'll break a bum off but you niggas can't get a penny When I was broke I stole, my gold I pawned I lived the life of a hustler off and on I'm just a brother that lived to tell I brought my ass up from the depths of hell Come! Inna the ghetto things a gwan round the clock (BOW!) Some man a smoke crack and some man a fire shot (BOW!) Me tell the people dem, Lord, say we nuh inna dat (BOW!) If a lighter yuh take, we give dem sixteen shot a It's Daddy Nitro, just me know how fi chat Easy Ice-T, make dem know say you a mark (BOW!) Anywhere we go, unuh betta know say we stop (BOW!) We lyrics and the music run right round the clock (BOW BOW!) Ease up and come again my selector All over the world is only but pain and suffering That's why Ice-T and Daddy Nitro come with the reality thing Nice this every time star Man like Ice-T pon the case man Come in star, one last time and teach them bout reality Now watch this Come! I met this girl who act like I owed her somethin Nothin, all I owed her was some good steady fuckin Fuck that, not the one that's gonna fall in a ho trap Ease back bitch, before you need all your teeth back I ain't no fuckin mark Made all my money workin bolt cutters in the dark Snatched bars and cars and vice grips Long handle sledgehammers, saws and wire snips I got a ill side that drifts from my brain at times It still thinks of the psycho and brutal crimes I still remember when I had a low cash flow No hoes, no cars, no gear, no dough And times got wicked I even remember havin to sell all my pawn tickets But suckers spread out and they left me with few friends But that's who's wit me if we fuck up the true ends So don't be trippin if your lust gone bad Be glad, it'll empty out the fake fuckin friends you had Then get yourself together, nigga aim straight Shoot point blank at your goals, work hard and wait You can do it even if you fail I brought my ass back from the depths of hell Cah we a serious entertainer Don't come take the Ice-T fi no joker Cah we a serious entertainer Don't come take the Daddy Nitro fi no joker (BOW!) Becah me full up a lyrics and full up a style and full up a lingua As me sit down pon de riddim and me sit down proper As me flow pon de riddim like a rock in a river Me sit down pon de riddim like a two pound tire (BOW BOW!) Me go fi set Daddy Nitro like a racehorse jacker (BOW!) Me flow pon de mic from a New York area (BOW BOW!) Original chart master (BOW!) me pamper (BOW!) Original chart master (BOW!) me pamper Me come fi set de dance pon fire (BOW!) And every sound boy you haffi chant a prayer (BOW!) Me say this yah Daddy Nitro step inna your party (BOW!) C'mon, don't try fi test and no disrespect me (BOW!) As me sit down pon de riddim with de man Ice-T (BOW BOW!) All of de massive haffi listen to me (BOW BOW!) Wasteman me come from inna New York City (BOW BOW!) Nigga go test him a go de Danbury (BOW BOW!) Ease up and fire! Wicked every time! Word! Word! Word! Word!