Ten years ago
i used to listen to rappers flow
talkinand' bout the way
they rocked the mic at the disco
i liked how that shit was goinand' down
with my own sound
so i tried to write rhymes
somethinand' like them my boys said
andquot;that ainand't you ice
That shit sounds like them.andquot;
so i sat back thought up a new track
didnand'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 didnand't fit
six in the morninand'
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 iand'm
a hardcore player fromhe streets
rappinand' 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 whoand's been there
knows that life ainand't sho lovely
on the blood-soaked fast track
that invincible shit donand't work
throw ya in a joint
youand'll be cominand' out feet first
so i blst the mic with my style
sometimes iand'm ill
the other times buck wild
but the science is always there
iand'd be a true sucker
if i acted like i didnand'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 ainand't no super hero
i ainand't no marvel comic
but when it comes to game iand'm atomic
at droppinand' it straight
point blank and untwisted
no imagination needed, cause i lived it
this ainand't no fuckinand' joke
this shit is real to me
iand'm ice-t
O.g.
Two weeks ago i was out at the disco
two brothers stepped up to me
and said
andquot;hey yo, ice
we donand't think youand're down
what set ya claiminand'?andquot;
e drew the glock, yo my setand's aiminand'!
dumb motherfucker
try to roll on me, please!
iand'm protected by a thousand emcees
and hoodlums and hustlers
and bangers with jeri curls
we wonand't even count the girls
cause they got my back
and i got theirs too
fight for the streets
when iand'm on oprah or donahue
they try to sweat a nigga
but they just didnand't figure
what my witand's as quick as a hair trigger
andquot;heand's not your everyday-type
prankster.andquot;
Iand'm ice-t, the original gangster
So step to me
if you think that youand're ready to
got on your bullet proof?
well mineand's goinand' right thru
this ainand't no game to me
itand's hollow fame to me
without respect frome streets
so i donand't claim be
the hardest motherfucker on earth
catch me slippin, i can even get worked
but i donand't slip that often
thereand's a coffin
waitinand' for the brother
who comes off soft when
the real fuckinand' shit goes down
take a look around
all them pussies can be found
they talk a mean fight
but fight like hoes
iand'm from south central, fool
where everything goes
snatch you out your car so fast
youand'll get whiplash
numbers on your roof top
for when the copters pass
gang bangers
donand't carry no switch blades
every kidand'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
andquot;the children have to go to school.andquot;
well, moms, good luck
cause the shitand'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 itand's just cause of where iand'm from
l.a. that was a shot gun!
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