Sunday, August 3, 2008

Out on Bail, Fresh Outta Jail!



B'lieve the HYPE, Tre'niacs.

I pack heat, I roll heavy, and I am *ALWAYS* strapped!

I ain't 'ticularly PROUD of it. It ain't somethin' I advertise (everyday). And it ain't something that makes me more of a MAN than any other sucka out there (i asked around, it really doesn't. surprised ME, too!) but it's THE TRUTF!!! and the TRUTF DON'T LIE! Not to itself, not to NOBODY!

Ice Tre is down to BRANDISH some STEEL when the situation BEGS for it. And while I ain't allowed to drop knowledge on EXACTLY what went down at that Mex'can restaurant? All I can say is: that waiter BEGGED fo' it. An' he GOT it, know'm'sayin'? Ice Tre is the KING of STEEL; whether it be in my HAND ... or all around me, LOCKED in a CAGE.

I signed my deal with the crooked DA, I walked IN to lock up a man, and walked OUT just the same. I CLOWNED the system, G. An' I'm BOLD enough to say it, to SCREAM it, from every rooftop! The words you're reading right now are the words of a man who still has the stank of his last conquest straight LINGERIN' on his fingers. The words you readin' right now be the words of a SOLDIER. The words of a man who has every wrestling promotion based in North America CLAMORIN' for his presence. The words of a man who fought the law. An' he WON.

Fools still want to step to me? On the street; where every fiend owes my cousin money, and every hoe still remembers the warm embrace of the back of my hand 'cross her face? They STILL wanna step to me? In the ring; where the booker be my best customer and the ring crew *ALL* bumpin' my custom ringtone? THEY ALL IN MY POCKET, homie! Look around you! Your little brother be my biggest fan! Your aunt wanna BLOW me! Ice Tre OWNS THE WORLD! Fools STILL think they smart to STEP TO ME?

Get to steppin', fools.

Ice Tre be MO' than ready.

An' he probably armed.