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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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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 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

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 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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