F/ Kryst (dv Alias Khryst)

[Intro: Ice-T talking]

Yeah, Iceberg, 2006
Been out the game for a minute
You know, just checking it out

To tell you the truth; most of you ^!$$%z sound real soft, real happy
Everyday ^!$$%z ask me for that gangster %#@!


[Kryst]
It's a new life for real


[Ice-T]
Confessions of the ghetto ^!$$%, cursed at birth
I brought the guns to the Rap game, (*##$es and work

Hit your body with the pump shotie, watch you jerk
L.A. Westside, ^!$$%, now in New York
The berg; nothing gave out the words I say

I'm a grown man, ain't got no $#&@ing time to play
Step on the game once, I recruite and parlay
Slide out it for a minute, step right back in it

Why not?.. y'all ^!$$%z don't rap that good
The truth is.. y'all ^!$$%z ain't all that hood
You act like gangsters but ain't got the heart to be one

I act so I know the $#&@ing actor when I see one
Too much security, too much crew
Too much hype, ^!$$%, not enough you

Me!, they call me double O.G.

[Chorus: Kryst]

It's a new life for real
Birds flying high, you know how I feel?
Sun in the sky, you know how I feel?

Reeds drifting on by, you know how I feel?
It's a new dawn, it's a new day
It's a new life for real


[Ice-T]
See me in the streets or bowling up in the club

Me and Lil' Ice roll like lawn wolf and cub
Don't worry about the clips, ^!$$%, watch my fist
Watch my (*##$, watch my new compact disc

Your album is carbage; filled with love songs for !@#( and !@^%s
I keep it gully, ^!$$%, every one knows
It's all the game, til you see the flame filled the pound and

Security is on their toes every club that I'm in
Cause they know I don't give a !@%&
Never bust techs cause them $#&@ing %#@!s jam

Respect! but I don't respect that much
I like Mobb Deep and Nore' -- some mothers like Shyne
Game from the Westcoast, them ^!$$%z can rhyme

Keep it hardcore, keep the %#@! gully in the street
And don't let soft R&B ^!$$%z make your beats


[Chorus: Kryst]

[Ice-T]

Who's the $#&@ing greatest MC and who cares?
Who can $#&@ing %#@! on my name and who dares?
I straight reinvented this whole $#&@ing game of rapping

I'm may not be a General, I'm damn sure a Captain
Pull your pants up, ^!$$%, lean back
You're strapped, but ain't got the heart to squeeze that

That rap game is in the E, all laying on its $#&@ing back

[Chorus: Kryst X2]


[Ice-T]
Confessions of the ghetto ^!$$%, cursed at birth

I brought the guns to the Rap game, (*##$es and work
Hit your body with the pump shotie, watch you jerk
L.A. Westside, ^!$$%, now in New York

The berg; nothing gave out the words I say
I'm a grown man, ain't got no $#&@ing time to play
Step on the game once, I recruit and parley

Slide out it for a minute, step right back in it