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Ice-t - Forced to Do Dirt

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Ice-T back in that ass
  Return of the real
  Muthafuckas fakin and frontin like they don't know what time it is
  Niggas on the streets ain't really got a muthafuckin choice
  (So niggas is forced to do dirt) [Prodigy]
  Born hustler
  I only run with real niggas who wear gold and jewels
  Diamond rings, strapped with tools
  I take no shorts cause I been in it for the long one, the strong one
  Gotta tell the truth, yo, half my niggas is on the run
  Street giant defiant to the laws
  That the white man made, nigga
  That's why we play, nigga
  A/k/a the street hustler from the Westside
  Too damn fly, too much finesse for the hoo ride
  I rather take a mark off smooth
  Cause the skilll of a hustler is to stick and move
  And make you say: "Damn, what's his name?
  Got to give a nigga props cause the kid got game"
  Mad game, fool, I base my hustle not on strength
  But think, you say 'the liqor store', I say 'brinks'
  Cause my mind's on the massive roll of the dice
  The magnitude of my game's insane, precise
  So now you're mad cause I got money and you don't
  The hustlers win, the busters won't
  What can I say, you can't come out and play
  With the real ones, dig this
  You'll get broke with the quickness
  I don't gamble, I cheat when it's on
  Two g's on the table, two in my palm
  And if I spill up, I pull the nickel .25 strap
  Then the place gets flat and then I'm out the back
  With my niggas and them 4's on thangs
  And if I really wanna floss I flex my Bentley wings
  Damn, over your head, got a problem
  Keepin lyrics down to earth so normal niggas can solve em
  But the game's extreme so quit your high beams
  And increase the light, now can you see me, you might
  If you ever been to jail or shot, sold rocks
  I'm talkin 'bout weight down like movin ki's and pounds
  But every nigga in the hood ain't fly
  Light-skinned or dark, they're 90% marks
  Straight vics and they got money to give
  Then without em tell, me how the hell a hustler lives..
  I got no love for a lame
  I use my strategy from crack to rap, no shame
  And now instead of cooking some ki's
  I'm flippin million dollar ??? call em wack MC's
  But suckers got it twisted, they missed it
  Wastin they life when yo, they mentally gifted
  The streets ain't the only fuckin hustle in town
  You gotta get in where you fit in, gotta stay way down
  But a buster is a buster for life
  He makes excuses why his ass ain't pay
  That shit's played
  Cash rules everything around me, kid
  I hit a 50'000 lick and never did no bid
  Cause I'm bent on a come-up and my shit stays tight
  How many fake gangsta rappers will I hear tonight?
  It don't matter cause the real don't care
  You know I'ma gonna get mine, so I'ma let em get theirs
  But I know in the heart what's true
  So if you listen very closely, maybe you will too
  My mind's blown off Armani suits
  Pavet medaillons, [Name] boots
  Cristal and steak, shrimp big as your hand
  I bought a silk robe and it's from Siam
  This jam's for the hoods and thugs
  Pimps and hoes, the slingers of drugs
  Hustlers and thieves, cons and crooks
  Bookers and sharks, muthafuck the marks

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