Eye Of The Storm lyrics

Artist  : Ice-t 
Song : Eye Of The Storm



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 "Eye Of The Storm"
(feat. Buckshot
Shorty)

[Intro: KAM]
Aiyyo this is Kam representin' Watts in Compton

[Buckshot Shorty]
Anything can happen
Don't stop, huh, ha, huh, uh, yeah, shit
[Buckshot, Ice-T]
Buckshot, he be the emcee
What, watch your step

[Buckshot Shorty]
Can I hear it for Buckshot? (Buckshot)
Buck's hot, spell it and yell it but the sh*t
don't stop
It be hot, y'all niggas is worthless in the money
market
I'm buck you ain't worth shit, nigga what?
Think about it, shorty what you drivin' stoned by
your daddy
Oops, you almost had me, geesed up until I saw
the truth
And one day I see you standin' at a token booth
It was on a hot wet night, I think it was a
Saturday
Right after that party that he lead out down the
way
Gunshots spread - everyday, all day (f**k!)
D.T.'s rushed the party in 2K
Buck - The Beef be - fled the scene right before
the cops
and the Swats came with the triple beam
Uh, sh*t is real you know how we do when the
young niggas peel 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 baller in the industry
Went straight from pimpin' hoes on the NBC
Do you feel me? I dealed it, ace off the bottom
Hoe's got 'em, I'm the one you just can't fade
Rolex in the tenth grade, hair was laid
Everything I wore to school baby was tailor made
Shot dice in the bathroom on my knees
I'll roll across the break and break that as*
with these
Start hittin' jewel-liks, re-investin' in ki's
Drop the top on the flo', let you feel the breeze

[Buckshot Shorty]
Trees make my eyes bleed I come from an ill breed
Thoroughbred born from a strong seed
Led by a bunch of individuals (Ali)
Uh, criminals to generals - this is like wow!
Look at how my brain ay blew you out the frames
twist of fate cause you say the same sh*t now
The Local Mobb Grill and let y'all niggas know
I'm dead
I'm serious, somebody can get killed
Wait for the fire drill and when you start to
smell the smoke
run nigga Buck ain't no joke I'll buck a shot at
your zipped up coat
Chop the throat like a blow from Judo, nigga you
know

[Ice-T]
Is it new year God? I'm comin' back mad-hard
Movin' harder than a convict with a shack in the
yard
New Jacks wanna hear me rap beggin' for freestyle
skills
I've served so many rappers I can make a land
field fool
You've doubt for a mic dude, the Ice is a jewel
f**k rules , I got more pool than a mule
Matter of fact, never comprehend the styles I sin
I've been breakin', annihilate fakes and tens
See I'm a nigga from the West Side cheered I peel
libs
What prayin' that you do hill when I all ready
did
Like your girl gotta admit she was a sexy bit*h
But I hit it with the Gin so my nuts don't itch
(Whta, what, what?)

[Buckshot Shorty]
Buck's got ya locked, body drawn like pit bulls
We don't give a f**k if we have to pull, click,
shit
Brooklyn niggas is known to rep-resent
Any nigga happened that's why I left
Niggas get strep-throats, throats get strepped
Get your sh*t taken then your sh*t is kept
Uh, sh*t in a step, if not got your back broke
Plus ya jaw tapped, snapped your 'Adams Ap'
It's just a fact that niggas ain't shit
Ain't sh*t like Egyptians, nigga trippin'
Beenie-eyed, never slippin', I'm grippin' the
four-twenty
Motherf**k the bullshit talk - where the money?
Years ago, a friend of me ask me to start up a
company
Duck Down's the name, rap music is the aim
Lyrically I bring the pain and lock the game with
no padlock and chain
Some said that Buck went bust
But when I came out, I left 'em all in the dust
Look at your sound scam, original brown man
Makin' million everytime I drop a jam

[Ice-T]
Nigga duck, DJ drop the cut, huh
250 niggas throw they sets up
L.A. style, nigga what? (West Side!!)
If you've never seen it before they'll put a knot
in your gut
Stand up, check your areas your group, your
troops
These gang killers is real plus they, off the
loot
Proceedin' to leave a nigga bleedin'
They love to f**k up in a frenzy, let f**kin'
sharks feed me
Bit*hes start screamin' and stampedin'
Thank God it's evening, I didn't leave the burner
in the B.M.
Where my nigga Buck, nobody seen him
Probably in the Eye Of The Storm where the ill
perform, perform, perform...