Ice-t - I Must Stand (the Dumb Mix) текст песни

[Intro: Ice-T]Ice-T; nineteen ninety six on that remix tip, you know what I'm saying?Players on the heal, Rhyme Poetic Mafia on the boardsDoing it like this, for all y'all out there to know the realCheck the technique, I Must Stand![Verse One: Ice-T]Just a kid, moms died when I was sevenPops died eleven, what's up with heaven?It's hell; when you're an orphan at an early ageIt's an impressionable stage, no love breeds rageIn the heart of a child, who never knew his rootsLooked up to pimps and the hustlers in the Eel-skin bootsParking Caddies on the sidewalk, gangster talkTrucking diamonds and gold, Rubber bands around the bankrollsFly girls to make your head spinSeemed they partied all day long, I was like 'Put me on!'But they said: "Little fellow, run and go playTake your butt to school or else you'll have to be like us one day"I didn't understand, but I tried to get a jobWhile all the players got the girls cause they'd hustle and robI was like making about 1-50 a weekAnd after taxes, you know what that is; lunch meat[Chorus: Angela Rollins]Life on the streets ain't easy for a blackmanBut you know I got your back, cause I understand[Ice-T] Hey girl, you know I need youLife on the streets ain't easy for a blackmanBut you know I got some back, cause I understand[Verse Two: Ice-T]Streets of anger, trouble and crimeI had it hard, had to sleep in my car sometimeBut I never let another player see me downI kept my front up,

my gear cleanEven when checking minor greenBrothers knew my game was trueSo I hooked up with the real crewWho knew exactly what to doBank jobs and jewels, quick to flex with toolsPimping whores on the block, checking cash non-stopCrack spots, armor with interior barsNo lie, I used to own about fifteen carsEvery piece Fila made, drape my women in suedePavet Piaget, Cesar's Palace holidaysIt was on, crazy out of controlWe made up the word 'balling', that was how we rollBut the FBI had a-whole-another ideaIt's called multiple indictments for hundreds of years[Chorus: Angela Rollins][Verse Three: Ice-T]The game is vicious, no retirements, you die youngListen to a fake, he might tell you to grab a gunI get phone calls from condemned rowBrothers I ran with, brothers I really knowThey tell me: "Ice you got much love in the pen'You're the one that got away, don't wanna see you in"They tell me: "Tell the little homies the dealDon't have them come up in this hellish habitat of shanks and steels"I marched two million strong in DCLooking eye to eye with brothers that I used to think below meDamn, my mind was twisted in my hustling daysBut God spared me, I got a baby son to raiseAnd being black ain't easy, prejudice as realBut health and liberty is all we need for us to buildWe gotta come together, unseparatedCheck yourself like I did, blackman because we're all related[Chorus: Angela Rollins][Ice-T] I must stand, I must stand![Chorus: Angela Rollins]