[Intro] (I don' know, my head hurt...) *throat clearing*
[Hook ] Sorry Ike, I was only tryin' to help you You?! Tryin' to help Ike?!? *laughing*
[Verse 1: Mac-10] Snatchin' up bitches in the headlock It's that nigga the M-A-C-1-0 And Dre Dog straight doggin', punk bitches we be hoggin' Yes we that niggas that holdin' the corner with dunce hats, but fuck that These hoes got a nigga on schizo, so Dre Dog, get away back And I be, that nigga I-K-E, and we know Who you gonna play, so sit back and be O.J For now, we gonna plot and premeditate this murder I heard a nigga say that you can't fuck with Ike Turner, so I'm gonna be That nigga who put these hoes out; blacked out, loc'd out Ready to go all out and rip a heffa's grill out So spill out your brains, bitch, all over the carpet I was in the market, you got caught as a target No fuckin' mine you see the eye of me and you say gangsta Gangsta, that's what they be yellin' for me That nigga I-K-E, nigga, aka murder That nigga Ike Turner
[Hook x2] Sorry Ike, I was only tryin' to help you You?! Tryin' to help Ike?!? *laughing* Sorry Ike, I was only tryin' to help you You?! Tryin' to help Ike?!? *laughing*
[Verse 2: Mac-10] Stir it, yeah I'm gonna stir this shit like coffee You hoes that wanna be bossy can't boss Mac cause I'm gon' off the Like spilled milk, your blood will be runnin' off the table The black bald headed captain's back so now you got to pray for your life, as you look into the face of M-A-C But you don't see me you jus' see the M-I-R-A-G-E of me And my axe as I crizack your back For fuckin' with the Mac, you dirty-ass rat See, I could be a good guy, I'd rather be a bad guy And look deep in your izeye, before I see you dizeye You can fetch a dolla', I love when I hear hoes holla' And they choke, from my hands around they collar The Graveyard is back and, I'm in all black and My eyes all bloodshot, cause death got me locked So, I begin to snap and, Dre can't hold me back and Cause I'm too far gone, nigga, too far gone My baby mama hates me, I choked her till she couldn't breath And tightened up, until I seen her nose bleed I told you on Dre album choke 'em until they color switch Jus' call me cleana man, love to see your body twitch I'm a crazy lunatic man, a murder man But you can jus' call me Mac-10 So don't cross me cause you will be off'd, G Dre and Mac-10, nigga gone off the dark end
[Verse 3: Dre Dog (Andre Nickatina)] I be that nigga that be the mothafucka here, the mothafucka there, knock a Tina out and have her sleepin' like a bear In the winter, you lookin' for the dragon then enter I'm warnin' ya, slapping you like Prince did Appollonia So now, this endo got me snappin' Like an alligator, temper up and down like a mothafuckin' elevator Serve 'em, I gotta get the mothafuckin' money (right) Then hit em with the force of a car-crash dummy These hoes will have a muthafuckas Heart on cold, stoppin' mothafuckas like 4th and goal And on 4th and goal, I'm legit for the blitz But I'm gonna set up in the middle for an LT Hit like *BAM*. Bitch you think I give a god damn? Breakin' backboards on NBA Jams You little heffa, I'm breathin' down your mothafuckin' neck With reactions like a black hero, Vietnam-vet Upset, like you lost a fuckin' million dollar check To a heffa who's name was tattooed on his neck
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The tales of the pimp Ike turner who would beat Tina Turna frequently. But Andre Nickitina definitely kills it in the end.
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