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Ten years ago I used to listen to rappers flow Talkin` bout the way They rocked the mic at the disco I liked how that shit was goin` down With my own sound So I tried to write rhymes Somethin` like them, my boys said, "That ain`t you Ice,
That shit sounds like them." So I sat back, thought up a new track Didn`T fantasize, kicked the pure Facts. Motherfuckers got scared Cause they weas unprepaired who would tell it how it relly was? Who dared? A motherfucker from the West Coast L.A. South Central fool Where the Crips and the Bloods play When I wrote about parties It didn`t fit Six in the Mornin` That was the real shit
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When I wrote about parties Someone always died When I tried to write happy Yo I knew I lied, I lived a life of crime Why play ya blind? A simple look and anyone with two cents would know I`m A hardcore player fromhe streets Rappin` bout hardcore topics Over hardcore drum beats a little different Than the average though Jet you thru the fast lane Drop ya on death row Cause anybody who`s been there Knows that life ain`t sho lovely On the blood-soaked fast track That invincible shit don`t work Throw ya in a joint You`ll be comin` out feet first So I blst the mic with my style Sometimes I`m ill The other times buck wild But the science is always there I`d be a true sucker If I acted like I didn`T care I rap for brothers just like myself Dazed by the game In a quest for extreme wealth But I kick it to you hard and real One wrong move, and you caps peeled I ain`t no super hero I ain`t no Marvel Comic But when it comes to game I`m atomic At droppin` it straight Point blank and untwisted No imagination needed, cause I lived it This ain`t no fuckin` joke This shit is real to me I`m Ice-T
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Two weeks ago I was out at the disco Two brothers stepped up to me And said "Hey yo, Ice We don`t think you`re down What set ya claimin`?" E drew the Glock, yo my set`s aimin`! Dumb motherfucker Try to roll on me, please! I`m protected by a thousand emcees and hoodlums and hustlers And bangers with Jeri curls we won`t even count the girls Cause they got my back And I got theirs too Fight for the streets When I`m on Oprah or Donahue They try to sweat a nigga But they just didn`T figure What my wit`s as quick as a hair trigger "He`s not your everyday-type Prankster."
I`m Ice-T, the original gangster
So step to me If you think that you`re ready to Got on your bullet proof? Well mine`s goin` right thru This ain`t no game to me It`s hollow fame to me Without respect frome streets So I don`t claim be The hardest motherfucker on earth Catch me slippin, I can even get worked But I don`T slip that often there`s a coffin Waitin` for the brother Who comes off soft when The real fuckin` shit goes down Take a look around all them pussies can be found they talk a mean fight But fight like hoes I`m from South Central, fool Where everything goes Snatch you out your car so fast You`ll get whiplash Numbers on your roof top For when the copters pass Gang bangers Don`t carry no switch blades Every kid`s got a Tec 9 or a Hand grenade Thirty-seven killed Last week in a crack war
Hostges tied up And shot in a liquor store Nobody gives a fuck "The children have to go to school." Well, moms, good luck Cause the shit`s fucked up bad I use my pad and pen And my lyrics break out mad I try to write about fun andthe goodtimes But the pen yanks away and explodes And destroys the rhyme Maybe it`s just cause of where I`m from L.A. that was a shot gun!
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