Come on
  Come on
    [ VERSE 1 ]
  Do this, ugh, come on, come on
  Time to get wreck and kick the so on and so on
  The I-c-e-T
  O.G. M.C.
  L.A.P.D.
  H-a-t-e-
  s (Ho!)
  Watch the mic blow
  I flip scripts, and the Dump drops the Ammo
  Time to get wreck with the new style
  It's '93 and MC's are gettin buck wild
  But I - ain't a - nigga
  That's gonna get left with a big zero as a figure
  I'm gonna end up with a big sum
  Cause if you don't like one jam, I always got another one
  Different, specifically I don't copy
  Tear up the track if the flow sounds sloppy
  I don't play one game
  I bust about a dozen cuts on my lp's, none the same
    [ CHORUS ]
  I ain't new to this
  I ain't new to this
  Never been
  New to this
  Nigga
  New to this
  I ain't new to this
  Fool
  New to this
  Fuck around and catch a left and a right fist
    [ VERSE 2 ]
  Boom bam, I drop fat slang
  When I used to hustle, used to be down with the crack game
  When I was young, I used to roll with a street gang
  If you wanna squabble, muthafucka, it ain't no thang
  I ain't new to this, I ain't new to this
  Blow your dome, I hit quick as a pugilist
  Ugh, ah, what's up? Now your eyes swoll'
  Thought I went soft, cause my records went gold
  (Sucker) Buster, you'se a - muthafuckin punk fool
  Caught you in your eye while you reached for your tool
  Now it's mine, and you're blind
  Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop goes the nine
  Yeah. what you're dissin bout, friend?
  Sayin I went out, but you ain't never been in
  I got r-e-s-p-e-c-t in the industry
  That's somethin that you'll never see
    [ CHORUS ]
    (They can get a smack for that) --> Flavor Flav
  (Yeah-yeah)
    [ VERSE 3 ]
  On and on to the funk track
  Back glass shakin like shit, that's where the trunk's at
  That's cause my shit's - made for
  Niggas that are hardcore
  Brothers is quick to hook a left to your right jaw
  Girls, come on, girls, come on, girls, come on
  Get your clothes off and the fun on
  Girls, come on, girls, come on, girls, come on
  Get your clothes off and the fun on
  It's time to check cash
  Jump in my 4, hit the switch and lay the ass
  While the Klan try to kill me
  But I wrote 'riot' on my muthafuckin will, gee
  So when I'm gone, it's on
  Caps goin off on the streets like popcorn
  Talkin bout Simon till the early morn'
  Word is bond
  But now I just cool
  Bumpin my Gang Starr tape by my pool
  I ain't new to this
    [ CHORUS ]
    [ VERSE 4 ]
  Check, check, I got problems with the press
  Caught the punk in traffic, stabbed the sucker in his neck
  (Ugh) Punk reporter tried to diss me
  (Ugh) Now the muthafucka's history
  (Ha) I got to make a break hardcore fat tape
  Word, I don't fantasize, I don't exaggerate
  Just kick correct with the 1-2 mic check
  Still quick to swing, take a sucker to the deck
  I'm not the nigga you should step to like a sucker
  Walk up talkin shit, you best to be a good ducker
  Your posse best to run from my gun
  Keep my nine off safety, and E holds the other one
  (Yeah, sucker)
    [ CHORUS ]
    (They can get a smack for that)
    And you don't stop
    Fuck, fuck around and get your punk ass dropped
    Yeah
    Ice-T
  '93 for the underground
  I ain't new ta this