and a pouring rain Into the night Bottoms up, you'll feel no pain And there's no turning back tonight There's no turning back tonight We're bullets tonight Loaded bullets
out Don't squeal [undecipherable] [Ice-T] If you niggas don't know you should know by now Ice got more game than the law allows Straight up - the biggest
dominoes that falls down What they're really trying to do is shut off Our access to information itself If they can't do it by law They know there's other
start I shall, stay real stay true stay holdin' figures Never put a bitch over my niggaz I shall never, cooperate with the law Never snake me I always hold you down
tonic and chronic Fuck bionic it's ironic, "Slammin'" niggaz like Onyx Lunatics 'til the day I die, I run more game than the Bulls and Sonics Hmm, I'm goin' down down
the thugs. You get up too close and we fuckin' you up, you don't really want that 'cause I know these ain't no hoes you fuckin' with. Touched down and
scared A bullet goes to his chest, and one to his head He just laid there in silence And all I heard was the siren Paramedics pulled up Followed by a law
rise out a nigga It's history, Snitch, who decided he's a member Once he got pinched, coincided with law Same homie say, he lay it down for the boy Brought
Skin ain't Huck Finn but I ain't nigga Jim motherfucker I'm more like Clubba, from the uppercut of the gutter Never kowtow, I won't bow down to the bull
ebonics, gin, tonic and chronic Fuck bionic it's ironic Slammin' niggaz like Onyx Lunatics 'til the day I die I run more game than the Bulls and Sonics I'm goin' down, down
(HOT SHIT!) Chorus: Nelly Hmmmmm I'm goin down down baby, yo' street in a Range Rover (c'mon) Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go (HOT SHIT
my head, no lie Sometimes I gotta take a sniff so I can get by, why Don't I get hurt, cause there go my nerves, I got the urge To merge this bullet in
my head, no lie Sometimes I gotta take a sniff so I can get by, why Don't I get hurt, cause there go my nerves, I got the urge To merge this bullet
Raid your whole empire no doubt Rich man, poor man, read the headlines Niggas getting murdered for spot and bigger dimes Jobs and drug wars living by gun law
inflicted with passionate punishment Specific offers of horrific torture That left crime scenes, that retired law enforcers This ruthlessness knew no bounds, as he beat him down
down from the poles Lift that skirt, give this dick what it's worth Double R, see the icicles on the chest Hungry niggas come snatchin', I throw bullets
now my frame of mind, to keep in mind the casualties If that click click quick to trip, bitch it be the tragedy S.P.V. we market thee down for doing what
[Intro] Lay it down, lay it down cocksukaz All you hatas and bustas best beware Cuz the niggas who 'bout you comin' out hard On da outside lookin' in
