Ice T - Victim Of The Criminal Zone * lyrics
rate me* This song had been changed to 'Where the Shit Goes Down'and ended up with new chorus and new hooks on the final version[Verse One: Ice-T]Saturday night in L.A. - time to playMy beeper is huming like a vibrator, gotta make crime payI'm packing two gats and I wish I could carry moreMight sound crazy; but I ran out of the slugs beforeYeah, I know the FEDs watch meBut my vet clashes hard with the VersaceSo I'm just rolling in my black five hun'I used to Lowride and that was just for funI had five cars, but now I got oneHard to keep it balling when you're on The RunI got two keys in my trunk and a shovelStepped on them once, so now I got doubleThe shovel is for drama, need I say more?I got a fat stash Spot under my passenger floorThat's for the other strap, the automatic typeI gotta keep it close, in case shit gets hypeGot a bitch in jail, she didn't snitch and did threeI'ma have to roll solo, til they set her freePlus, I got some other crimeys down, true GsBut they got all day, so now it's just meAnd I'ma keep this slang on until the day I dieI can't go straight and won't even tryI'm stuck in the game, so don't ask me why![Chorus: Ice-T]I'm a victim, gotta make crime payI gotta make crime payI'm a victim, Victim of the Criminal Zone!I gotta make crime payVictim, Victim of the Criminal Zone!I gotta make crime payI'm a victim, a Victim of the Criminal Zone![Verse Two: Ice-T]Now niggaz like to credit and they like to get their loans onSo I hooked up with my boy who turns them phones onHe told me about this nigga who won't payHe also said: He knew exactly where the motherfucker stay!So I went and got some homies I hang withSome crazy motherfuckers, who I used to bang withWe took a trip to his crib, I snatched his whore and his kidsAnd this is what we did: we tied their punk ass upI cracked the safe with an axe and then the phones we cutI didn't hurt his wifeBut I promise next time that I would take her lifeI shot the nigga in his neck for disrespect our corner bodyI got a murder in Miami for a Shoot-out at a partyI got a blood in my trunk, from a punk who squealedHad a partner tried to play me and his cap I peeledNow I rest with my finger on my heaterHand on my beeper, a light sleeper[Chorus: Ice-T with minor variations]Victim, gotta make crime payI gotta make crime payA victim, Victim of the Criminal Zone!I gotta make crime payI'm a victim, a Victim of the Criminal Zone!I gotta make crime payVictim, Victim of the Criminal Zone![Verse Three: Ice-T]I used to slang enough water, you can float a boatYou can ski off the mountains of fucking cokeBut now most niggaz serve ChronicSo I let them check a bank, and then I'm all up-on itI served them with a cute whoreIn a week; they tell my bitches about all their doughThen I jack and I killThe jack is for the money, the kill is for thrillsI got nine spots in Watts that still serve crackI got a bitch who works the Plastic tune on the trackGot a G-T-A connection and a fence for jewelsGot some little kids that move fucking dope in schoolsGot some warrants for arresting in about twenty statesGot the bigger Body Count in fucking Norman BatesI'm a killer, jacker, dealer, pimp supremeI'm living out a Hustler dream[Chorus: Ice-T with minor variations]I'm a victim, gotta make crime payI gotta make crime payStraight victim, Victim of the Criminal Zone!I gotta make crime payI'm a victim, a victim of the Criminal Zone!I gotta make crime payI'm a victim, a victim of the Criminal Zone![Verse Four: Ice-T]Tonight I gotta meet this nigga from around the waySome say: He is cool, I think he's DEAHe said: He want it bad and heard that I got it goodI bagged up ten keys of flour and met him in the hoodI met him in my spot cause I know it's coolPat him down on sight to remove his toolMade him name ten niggaz he should knowBut that still ain't shit in the game of BlowHe asked to see the dope, I asked to see the cashHe reached for that Briefcase too fastA fucking pig, yo, he thought that he had the chumpI had my nigga in the closet with a Bore Pump (* Gun Shot*)And now there's fucking Shot-up body all on the floorBut that's what the shovel is for.. victims![Chorus: Ice-T with minor variations]Gotta make crime pay, I gotta make crime payDon't be a victim, a victim of this Criminal Zone!I gotta make crime payVictims, victims of the Criminal Zone!I gotta make crime payI'm a victim, a victim of the Criminal Zone!Gotta make crime pay[Outro: Sounds of Pouring Rain, Thunder and lightning]
