Depths Of Hell

Now hear this
All bad man weh deh a now
The original bad man deh a now, seen
Daddy Nitro and Ice-T deh pon de case man, come talk bout reality
And any guy weh nuh like dat get shot in a him face
Now Ice-T, come talk bout reality star
Tell dem bout the endin a the world today
Come!

I got a attitude as thick as a convict's
Bomb ticks my heartbeat says I rhyme over hard shit
Watch this, the nigga that you didn't think could do
Break through with the rhythm that'll rock your whole crew
Thought you knew, I ain't no punk or no pooh butt
Step to me, the cops are still diggin niggas up
What's up? What's up? What's up?
You wanna try your luck?
You move, you weave, you bob, you got stuck
And now you're trippin with your fuckin brain
You never seen so much blood pour through one vein
You try to scream, you choke
You try to run, your legs are broke
You're bulletproof I hope
Yo, I ain't no nigga to flex but I will flip
Fuck up a nigga and dropkick his fuckin bitch
I love to squabble and I'm good wit it
So if you want some nigga come get it
I ain't trippin, nigga drippin at all
Yo, I'm fuckin walkin over weak rappers downfalls
It ain't my fault, they fell, it ain't my fault, I sell
I pull my ass up from the depths of hell, Lord!

Chibididibom chibididibom skedeng (BOW BOW!)
Daddy Nitro, Ice-T come with a different something (BOW BOW!)
Down inna the ghetto things a gwan like pure hell (BOW!)
Tough man get large and dem a fire bombshell (BOW BOW!)
Some a sell coke but a music we a sell (BOW!)
We nuh inna dat, we nuh waan no ambulance bell (BOW BOW!)
Full up a lyrics and full up a style and full up a clientele (BOW!)
Ice-T and Nitro from the depths of hell (BOW BOW!)

Come!
You punks are jealous cuz I'm rollin in fly shit
My shit, all paid for and I don't owe no guy shit
Fuck you, it ain't my fault your ass is on empty
Thought you was it but you're smooth gettin pimped G
I ain't no ho fool
Got much respect for the new and the old school
But many rappers can rip mics but can't count
Zero bank amounts
Word, and many critics are hot cuz our rap hits
They like to make it all soft that we pop shit
Fuck that, I'll die before I let the hardcore go
Cuz I'm a nigga from the G-H-E-T-T-O
I got a posse who's airtight, quick to fight
And got the power to continue or end a night
And if you stepped on wrong then you're a done kid
The yellow tape's in the club because one did
I got no pity so don't ask me for fuckin any
I'll break a bum off but you niggas can't get a penny
When I was broke I stole, my gold I pawned
I lived the life of a hustler off and on
I'm just a brother that lived to tell
I brought my ass up from the depths of hell

Come!
Inna the ghetto things a gwan round the clock (BOW!)
Some man a smoke crack and some man a fire shot (BOW!)
Me tell the people dem, Lord, say we nuh inna dat (BOW!)
If a lighter yuh take, we give dem sixteen shot a
It's Daddy Nitro, just me know how fi chat
Easy Ice-T, make dem know say you a mark (BOW!)
Anywhere we go, unuh betta know say we stop (BOW!)
We lyrics and the music run right round the clock (BOW BOW!)

Ease up and come again my selector
All over the world is only but pain and suffering
That's why Ice-T and Daddy Nitro come with the reality thing
Nice this every time star
Man like Ice-T pon the case man
Come in star, one last time and teach them bout reality
Now watch this
Come!

I met this girl who act like I owed her somethin
Nothin, all I owed her was some good steady fuckin
Fuck that, not the one that's gonna fall in a ho trap
Ease back bitch, before you need all your teeth back
I ain't no fuckin mark
Made all my money workin bolt cutters in the dark
Snatched bars and cars and vice grips
Long handle sledgehammers, saws and wire snips
I got a ill side that drifts from my brain at times
It still thinks of the psycho and brutal crimes
I still remember when I had a low cash flow
No hoes, no cars, no gear, no dough
And times got wicked
I even remember havin to sell all my pawn tickets
But suckers spread out and they left me with few friends
But that's who's wit me if we fuck up the true ends
So don't be trippin if your lust gone bad
Be glad, it'll empty out the fake fuckin friends you had
Then get yourself together, nigga aim straight
Shoot point blank at your goals, work hard and wait
You can do it even if you fail
I brought my ass back from the depths of hell

Cah we a serious entertainer
Don't come take the Ice-T fi no joker
Cah we a serious entertainer
Don't come take the Daddy Nitro fi no joker (BOW!)
Becah me full up a lyrics and full up a style and full up a lingua
As me sit down pon de riddim and me sit down proper
As me flow pon de riddim like a rock in a river
Me sit down pon de riddim like a two pound tire (BOW BOW!)
Me go fi set Daddy Nitro like a racehorse jacker (BOW!)
Me flow pon de mic from a New York area (BOW BOW!)
Original chart master (BOW!) me pamper (BOW!)
Original chart master (BOW!) me pamper
Me come fi set de dance pon fire (BOW!)
And every sound boy you haffi chant a prayer (BOW!)
Me say this yah Daddy Nitro step inna your party (BOW!)
C'mon, don't try fi test and no disrespect me (BOW!)
As me sit down pon de riddim with de man Ice-T (BOW BOW!)
All of de massive haffi listen to me (BOW BOW!)
Wasteman me come from inna New York City (BOW BOW!)
Nigga go test him a go de Danbury (BOW BOW!)

Ease up and fire!
Wicked every time!
Word!
Word!
Word!
Word!