Artist: Ice-T Album: Gangsta Rap Song: Twice the Game Typed by: dy_face@hotmail.com [Intro: Ice-T Talking] Yeah DJ Ace, Iceberg nigga, Gangsters' shit Niggaz out there running their motherfucking mouth Acting like bangers, acting without SAG cards Like somebody supposed to be afraid [Chorus: Ice-T] You faggots don't scare me, I'm twices cold Niggaz can't tell me shit, I'm twices old Fuck how much you sold, I got twice the cash Fuck how old you are, I blast twices fast No matter how fly you get, I get twices smooth No matter how slick you are, I got twice the moove Fuck how big you get, I got twice the fame One word burnt, that means twice the game [Verse One: Ice-T] Twice the heart nigga, look in my eyes L.A. gangbanger to these streets I'm wise Not to knob us when it come to the guns I've never flashed just reach and blast Chrome hydraulics and the black ski-masks Your next decision might be your last Real niggaz, fade the fuck up with the fakes Think about the next move you make, nigga [Chorus: Ice-T] [Verse Two: Ice-T] Fame, motherfuckers wanted so bad Give away every fucking piece of soul they had Lie to themselves then they lie on the pad It's a motherfucking Hip-Hop fad Get gangsta, get gull, get raw Talking about shit you ain't never fucking saw When the streets talk, they say they need to holler at you You got to jail, you got problems there too That's the drama that comes with the fakeness Bodyguard niggaz straight making me laugh Fourty niggaz in your entourage, twelve of them fags The real nigga in your crew's straight extorting your cash Who I ma talking to? ~ half of you rap boys Rolling with the cops, talking all about you're hardcore No names needed, everybody knows The real niggaz in the game, and the straight whores [Chorus: Ice-T] [Verse Three: Ice-T] The streets got a problem with you They say the shit you say on your records ain't true They say you're talking about people that you never knew It's a gammick niggaz see right through They want a little cash back for the lives you stole They say they'll take you back and your blood and your gold More bodyguards, more stipulates; In the doors of your cars and your SUVs You know, you got real problems cause you're fucking with Gs You got the fake gangster rapper disease Keep lying, nigga, digging your grave Claiming how you bust guns when you know you Bitch-made Your whole posse knows, nigga, when will you learn They're looking at your bankrole laying to turn You wanna be a gangster but forgot one thing Gangsters get murdered or they're dying to bang [Chorus: Ice-T] [Ice-T] Nigga, SMG, go to your stylist Get some gangster war-draw put together Put on your make-up, come out and do your video Rented cars, rented whores, rented houses Fake guns, fake lifestyles, MTV cribs, enemy in your house nigga Got to practise what you preach nigga Talk the talk you got to walk the walk Street niggaz wanna talk to you, kid, and talk to you face to face Your bodyguards homosexual anyway, fat-ass nigga Iceberg, the truth kid!