Artist: Ice-T f/ SLJ (From Wrecked Dialect) Album: Home Invasion Bonus CD Song: Mixed Up Typed by: email@example.com * Originally appeared on 'I Ain't New Ta This BW Mixed Up (SYNDD1) - UK CDS' [Intro: Ice-T Talking] Oh! Yeah, nineteen ninety three Ice motherfucking T in the place, you know what I'm saying? Cold lounging with my nigga SLJ from Wrecked Dialect You know what I mean? (YEAH!!) melt microphone screams Have to turn this motherfucker out, you know what I'm saying? [SLJ] Yep, digging a profile [Ice] Yeah, check the technique whore, ha ha, I'ma do this [SLJ] Brave Guts!! [Verse One: Ice-T] One, two, three, it's time to flip with the O.G. gangster Banger, underground slanger of the murderous rhymes your moms hates HUH! mother fuck the K.K.K. and Darrel Gates Give me the microphone now, goddamn it, so I can blow it Throw it, rip it, wreck it, pimp it, whore it (YEAH!!) I'm about to take the fuck up, with this bullshit Full clips spray from the hands of this convict I'm not no nice nigga, I'm known not to smile at no bitch How to think; whores be thinking about getting rich! I love these whores like money Back on the streets, on a track the Iceberg Cheque plenty (WORD!!) I got a bullet with your name on it, you want it? Knock your grill, I'll fill it with golden ponant Oh! my God, these niggaz hard, call the Bomb Squad Too late, I detonate, I beliderate three states, GONE!! (BOOM!!) I play Russian Roulette all alone You got me mixed up with a nigga that gives a fuck! You got me mixed up with a nigga that gives a FUCK!! [Verse Two: SLJ] How many emcees do I have to rot? (ROT!!) How many suckers do I have to drop? (DROP!!) How many tampers do I have to plot? (PLOT!!) Count them, how many rounds are in the glock? (GLOCK!!) Niggaz wanna test me, stress me Well, they can't handle this shit that kick, and that's it Cause they can't catch the feat, that comes with the cleat Or an A.K. that I shot last week Cause niggaz on the Ave, don't really know the half of my shit, so watch if, you might get stabbed By the Rap plaque, who was trying to get paid In this tray, and any nigga stepped gets sprayed UHH!! by the verbal-lyrical, mystical, spirit-ual Sucker play me wrong, now watch me get physical I can't give a fuck about the punk ass cops I got a glock with the infrared dot on it's knot (POP!!) [Chorus:] [SLJ] Don't get me mixed up with a nigga that gives a fuck! [Ice] Don't get him mixed up with a nigga that gives a fuck!! [Ice] Don't get me mixed up with a nigga that gives a fuck!!! [SLJ] Ice, get on the mic and buck buck! [Verse Three: Ice-T] I fall in hate the way motherfuckers fall in love I blew it in the sky as up above But I'm in the gang no more, slang 'kane no more Step to me wrong and your jaw meets a cobra (HUH!!) I don't give a fuck about nobody Listen, if you like me, I love you, you hate me I'm dissing them; suckers, bitches, busters, whores Can catch a bozack chased by a head crack I love the duckings throughout these ghetto alleys by myself Dressed in black so I'm stealth Keep by glock beside me, Ski-Mask to hide me And if I'm out to kill then now the assaults get by me (YEAH!!) Niggaz wanna flip but I'm the wrong male With the wrong hands, I thought you're in fact, the young shorts foreman Let's go back to the old shit, old style Ice motherfucking T on the mic buckwild (YEAH!!) [Chorus:] [SLJ] Don't get me mixed up with a nigga that gives a fuck! [Ice] You got me mixed up with a nigga that gives a fuck!! [Ice] You got me mixed up with a nigga that gives a fuck!! [SLJ] SLJ, get on the mic and destruct!! (YEAH!!) [Verse Four: SLJ] Now watch me, grip up, zip up, split off suckers' heads Who thought that I was soft (HUH!!) cause it's ninety three It's time for me, to get a fat Cheque, ain't that right boss? (YEP!!) Cause this game is strange, it's just may change back to chains Caressing ankles back to brains Cause it's backdoor, once again to the end At this time, you might know whose your friends So watch your back, and the sounds of the clack Like other fool just succumbs to, who carries a gat (PING!!) Who's scheming, fiending, remember he's a demon Looking for the brothers who be straight disagreeing Cause if he haven't heard, who tried to dis the Iceberg Last year, this year, we still no fear Because we drop Ammo, that niggaz couldn't handle And after this blunt we still beget another scandal (YEAH!!) [Verse Five: Ice-T] Check the hood, check the hood for some real Gs So many suckers, I need some niggaz to roll with me To kick up some dust, drive-by and bust I love God but it's in GLOCK! I fucking trust I got a fucking Souleaf in my damn brain And the shit is dripping out, I'm damn near insane I don't wanted to, but I gotta, and I shot her, then I chopped her Then I packed her, then I stuffed her, then I rocked her (YEAH!!) The bitch is so fucking good anyway Snitched on my boys to the motherfucking D-E-A What's up? - You wanna try to focus your sights on the Mic This nigga can flip scripts all night Yeah, I wreck shit nice, the microphone smokes like Tri-ice Bang nigga, bang nigga, I'm a known gang figure Killed so many bodies, need to make my trunk bigger (HUH!) Dig a shallow grave on the side of the freeway Yo, I don't play and I'm ready to die today [Outro: Ice-T] Don't get me mixed up with a nigga that gives a fuck! Don't get us mixed up with the niggaz that give a fuck! Don't get us mixed up with some niggaz that give a fuck! Don't get us mixed up with some niggaz that give a fuck! YEAAAAAHHHH!! - Motherfucker!! The Syndicate's in the motherfucking house! Word them up!