[Chorus:]   It's 99 players check your game   Make sure them young boys respect your name    Keep your heaters at close reach cocked and ready    Cause the streets will catch you slipping, rock ya steady    Watch your back with your homies that you feel is real   Your homeboys from your crew, yeah them the ones that do you    The suckas that got the player hater venom   I wanna take 'em outside and lay some slugs up in em      [King T]   When they need work   They call the cali drug expert   Smashing in a six hundred dollar bill burnt   Looking flossy living costly   Off the edge, out of state    They gots to break bread, for sho    I needs mo' ice drops for the lexo   Briggetts sets blow when I'm sipping the mo'   Freelancing, trying to build a mansion    And stay faded   Have hoes walk around my crib butt naked...       [Ice-T]   True, pop the remy kick back and let the players represent    High floss true boss game and take aim   These sucka wannabe's   Nigga please - you're green   I'll bend hoes on the downlow - banks obscene    Wanna chill with these niggas, bet you wish you could    And suck game out my ass like sponges    I run this    You can't fuck with the steelo   You niggas wanna be low   When I'm on the east I play ceelo    Cash flow    One track mind serial hustler    Quick to break a buster ya snitch bitch?    I'll dust ya    Bentley ballin' bastard    No hustler faster    Game maker    I knock a white bitch and break her      [King T]   But Ice, Chronic got me bruising my brain    But soothing my pain, I'm true to the game   I got my mind made I gotta be that rich motherfucker   Set it up so my grandkids don't suffer    The phat hummer    The phat drummer - what's your choice?    Trying to find a sister with a voice    Make her moist    I'm throwing up the W    Bringing trouble to    Those in sight   King T and Big Ice       [Chorus:]      [Ice-T]    But T that's trippin' and that ain't my sport   I'd rather lamp in my crib and flip the Robb report   And set my v-dozen on the streets   Bump my beats   Cause when I'm twisting my dubs   Can't nobody compete   Imagine this:    A hundred G 'lex on your wrist    Imagine this:    About ten karrots on your fist   Imagine this:    All dime hoes on your list   Ha - that shit would be nice   But your name ain't "Ice" - kid...    I'll screw the silencer on - rock you softly   How you gonna step to me kid? You grew up off me    TV, Movies, and Records and Tours   So many busters wearing Versace I don't wear it no more...       [King T]   But this will be a classic    Many facets to get that ass kicked    The alchoholic Don, call me King Tragic    Watch me speak the magic   Watch me teach that old habit - full of havoc    And Ice'll tweak the mix when it statics   People pay   Just to have me stay    And say a verse    I'll freak a couple words unrehearsed    Then I burst    I mean I bust   From all angles    Guarunteed platium on your single      [Ice-T]   Yo T, I really must admit I'm blessed    Master V does some other shit TV's in the head rests    Never wear no vests because I got mad love    I catch respect when other niggas catch slugs    1, 2 I bust shit to load guns to   Beats for the hoodlums    Somebody's gotta do'em   Fed's screw 'em   Faggot's got my whole crib bugged    Mad tapps on the phone cause I deal with the thugs    Drugs? never   No, the Ice is too clever    I'm overseas   Checkin G's   Nigga please    Ballin' since the 70's - yeah baby    Blew up in the 80's    Now you niggas hate me   You can't see me motherfucker your focus is off   You can't be me motherfucker, you're broke and you're soft    Too many niggas try to pert my lifestyle - romancing    I was kickin game while them kids was breakdancing    Overlord - so why the wack niggas ain't dead?   Probably because my aim is over nigga's heads/    East coast - west coast, I play the whole map and bounce/    They got a benz but live in their mom's house...       [Chorus]      [King T]   To all my G's rock on   get your ride on - when you hear it   The forbidden Gangland lyric   Player Haters fear it   Get you right up close near it   Possessed by the Eazy-E spirit   Ice-T set the limit   And niggas won't cross this line   suicide - and niggas won't cross this nine   in your mouth   puffin' with my niggas down south   what the fuck this really all about? man..   I'm coming out   front and back, 98 brougham   All you fake G's stay home   Leave that shit alone   King Tee's back on the throne   And that nigga on the mic - straight gone   Cra-zy, y'all niggas wanna know the real deal?   I'll freestyle and smack you in your grill   Bomb lyrics, no special effects or gimmicks   The Syndicate will put you in the mix - biatch...