Bitches 2 lyrics

Artist  : Ice T 
Song : Bitches 2



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I once knew this brother
Who I thought was
cool with me
Chilled out together
Even went
to school with me
Fly nigga my ace boon
coon
Used to low ride together
Shot dice in
the bathroom
Ya want trouble?
Well trouble
ya found
Cause we diss ya then issue
The
critical beat down
He needed money
I would
always come through
Needed a car? He could use
mine too
But bust this!
Out on the
street
People say he was riffin'
Callin' me
a sucker
Talkin' bout how foul I'm
livin'
Someone heard him
Poppin' that shit
last week
Frontin' for some pussy
>From
some big butt freak
Sayin' I'm his worker
I
was on his dick!
Talkin' that craazy old weak
assed shit
and after all of that
She still
walked away
How ya gonna diss your boy
To
get some play?
And when I stepped to him about
it
He said, "Who
snitched?"

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Yo, how did he go
out?
He went out like a bitch!
So
ladies
We ain't just talkin' bout you
Cause
some of you niggas
Is bitches too!

I
knew this brother named Mitch
Stone
player
He meet a girl, in five min. he lay
her
Trucked crazy jewels
Hands smothered in
ice
Been to prison not once, but twice
Kept
a stupid thick posse
Made of thugs
and
Crooks and hoods
and vet
hustlers
Who were up to no good
But they
all stood behind him
and watched his
back
That's the only way
To roll on the
track
But yo,
Mitch got rushed by feds last
week
The snatchbared the runk
Of his white
Corniche
Took a look inside
And what did
they see?
Two keys, and a gallon of PCP!
Oh
shit! The thought crashed
Mitch's
subliminal
Three strikes, that's
called
Habitual criminal
So insted of goin'
under
He snitched on his whole posse
Maxed
at the crib
And sipped Martini and
Rossi
Sold out his whole crew
That rat
named Mitch

CHORUS

I knew this
guy
That was never that fly
Couldn't act
cool
Even when he tried
When we played
rough
He always cried
When he told stories,
he always lied
A Black brother
Who was
missin' the cool part
He had the color
But
was missin' the true heart
When we would
fight
He would always go down quick
So he
took karate
and he still got his ass
kicked
But now he's married
And he kicks
his wife's ass
Says it comes from
problems
That he had in the past
Doesn't
like Blacks
Claims he's upper class
Joined
the police, got himself a badge
Now he rolls
the streets
and he's cut to jack
Doggin'
young brothers
Cause they usually don't fight
back
Got a White partner
And he asked for
that
and every night
Another head they
crack
So now he's big man
But he really
ain't shit!

CHORUS

Out one night
with my crew
and some new kid
I didn'T know
homeboy, but Evil E did
So I thought he was
cool
We rode in his ride
Rag top tray on
Daytons
Lifted side to side
We hit the
party deep
Niggas was hawkin' me
You could
feel the vibe
Of thick artillery
Parliament
was on, some O.G. shit
I put my back to the
wall
And felt my pistol grip
al of a
sudden
Niggas started trippin'
Flippin',
the record started skippin'
Wildin', fools
started locn up
Gats cracked
The room
started smokin' up
Me and "E" hit the
floor
And then the back door
My boys let
off an automatic encore
But when we made it
out to the ride
It was gone, we had to shoot
it out
Side by side
Punk left us there to
die in a ditch!

CHORUS