Ike Turner (Dre Dog)

(Juss woke up, head hurt...) Sorry Ike, I was only tryin to help you You? Tryin to help Ike? Snatchin the bitches in the headlock It's that nigga the M-A-C-1-0 and Dre Dog straight doggin Punk bitches we be hoggin It's me that nigga that post in the corner with a dunce hat But fuck that These hoes got a nigga on skitzo so Dre Dog, get way 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, locced 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 Now fuckin mine you see the eye of me and you say gansta Gangsta, that's what they be yellin for me That nigga I-K-E nigga aka murder That nigga Ike Turner Sorry Ike, I was only tryin to help you You? Tryin to help Ike? Sorry Ike, I was only tryin to help you You? Tryin to help Ike? Stirrin, yeah I'm gonna stir this shit like coffee You hoes that wanna be bossy can't ball Mac cause I will off the Like skill kill blood will be runnin off the table The black bald headed captain's back so now you got to prey for Your life as you look into the face of M-A-C But you don't see me you juss see the M-I-R-A-G-E of me And my ax 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'm ready 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's album choke em until they color switch Juss call me (cleana man, love to see your body twitch I'm a crazy lunatic man, a murder man But you can juss call me Mac 10 So don't cross me cause you will be offed G Dre and Mac 10 nigga gone out the dark 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 warning ya, slapping you like President Abaloneya So now, this indo got me snappin like an alligator Take her 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 damm? Breakin backboards on 180 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