Squeeze the Trigger

Yo, Evil, what's up, man? They be buggin', they won't play our records on the radio, man, say we violent, man They need to look at the news, you know what I'm sayin'? Somebody need to kill that noise Man, what you doin' with that up under your shirt? Ah, man, it's time we put some head out, word, let's get busy, E Come on, homeboy, squeeze the trigger Man, I'm tired of this nonsense, sweatin' my crew, tryin' to come to the show Searchin' my car, man I'm sick of the cops Rampage on stage, my crew's in a rage Searched my posse, found the Uzi but missed the 12 gauge Maniac, I'm a rhyme brainiac, livin' on the edge of a razor, remember that Cold rollin' thick as a shake, I'm rockin' hard as a quake I can live on bread and water or lobster and steak My mind's a riot gun, there ain't none bigger About to unload the ammo, E, squeeze the trigger You fight (got it) to live Police still have no leads for the apprehension of the south side slayer, death toll stands at ten Has it ever occurred to you? The president might be the one who wants you dead They say I'm violent, they should watch the T.V You say I'm brutal, you should check your P.D You made me, now your kids rave me I rap about the life that the city streets gave me Murder, intrigue, somebody must bleed Miami Vice is small time, L.A.'s the big league From the Rollin' '60s to the Nickerson Gs Pueblos, Grape Street, this is what I see The Jungle, the '30s, the V.N.G Life in L.A. ain't no cup of tea And they be sayin' I'm illin', yo Squeeze the trigger Got him Violence erupts at a Los Angeles hip-hop concert, rap music is blamed for violence Violence erupts at a New York hockey game, hockey is blamed for violence Violence breaks out at a European soccer game, soccer is blamed for violence Violence breaks out at a nuclear peace rally, peace is blamed for violence I've been dogged out by cops, shackled and socked Paid my dues to the streets, took my hard knocks Disrespected by snobs, damn near trampled by mobs Persecuted by squares workin' nine-to-five jobs But like a panther, I prowl, like a lion, I growl Learn to see behind my back like the head of an owl I'm the voice of the youth, the prophet of truth What I speak is reality, though some may say ruthless tactics are takin' by me to awaken People to life but I feel no fakin' No jivin', no lyin', no frontin', no playin' Say exactly what's up, understand what I'm sayin'? Ban me, try it, you might 'cause a riot What the radio won't play, the underground will supply it I'm an MC pirate that's loud, not quiet Radical as they make 'em, make a rule I'll defy it Critics may say I'm wise, some may call my words lies I've lived more in one day than they will in their lives With most due respect, the words I inject Kick credit for realism and the truth I project Because I could bust rhymes for fun, or cut MC's like a knife But the topic I love is the drama of life So don't diss me, don't dare, I feel you should care You may think I'm soft, but you're just unaware Of the wrath of the Ice enraged, prepare for a true nightmare Squeeze the trigger Cops hate kids, kids hate cops Cops kill kids with warnin' shots What is crime and what is not? What is justice? I think I forgot We buy weapons to keep us strong Reagan sends guns where they don't belong The controversy is thick and the drag is strong But no matter the lies, we all know who's wrong Homeless sleep on the city streets Waitin' to die with nothin' to eat While rich politicians soak their feet In the pools at their ten million buck retreats People hate people for color of face No one had a choice in the race, we were placed A brother in Queens was beaten and chased Murdered cold in the streets, a goddamn disgrace Just because of his race, his life went to waste And not one went to jail when the court heard the case Justice or corruption? It's all interlaced How can you swallow this? I can't stand the taste Squeeze the trigger L.A. drug war continues Three killed in execution style murders, film at eleven All flights are delayed at LAX, due to terrorist bombings Five adults and two children are dead I get paid for illin', cold makin' a killin' My pockets keep fillin', I got dollars to the ceilin' Got a safe in my floor, car got bullet-proof doors Every time I rock the mic, I leave you wishin' for more 'Cause my raps ain't bull, got cold stupid pull You wanna eat my rhymes like candy, 'til your mind's over full But most MCs today ain't got nothin' to say A to the motherfuckin' K Get him! (Aah!) (No!) Yo E, man, I'm tired of this, let's call up the posse, let's end this noise, word Now you think you know what time it is? Word, we out of here Los Angeles rapper Ice-T's records banned because of his blatant use of reality This album is dedicated to Rhyme Syndicate They hear my records before they're made When they're just on paper, when they're demos laid At 6 a.m. when the cops run their raid And we don't worry about suckers 'cause they will get sprayed Peace