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 %#@! 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 %#@! sounds like them."
So I sat back, thought up a new track

Didn'T fantasize, kicked the pure
Facts. Mother$#&@ers got scared
Cause they weas unprepaired

who would tell it how it relly was?
Who dared?
A mother$#&@er 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 %#@!


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O.G. Original Gangster


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 %#@! 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 $#&@in' joke
This %#@! is real to me
I'm Ice-T


O.G.


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 mother$#&@er

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 ^!$$%

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 mother$#&@er 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 $#&@in' %#@! goes down
Take a look around
all them !@#( 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 $#&@
"The children have to go to school."
Well, moms, good luck
Cause the %#@!'s $#&@ed 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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