[Verse 1]
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 sh** was goin' down
Dreamt about ripping the mic with my own sound
So I tried to write rhymes
Something like them, my boys said
"That ain't you Ice
That sh** sounds like them."
So I sat back, thought up a new track
Didn't fantasize, kicked the pure
Facts. Motherf**ers got scared
Cause they was unprepared
Who would tell it how it really was?
Who dared?
A motherf**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 Morning
That was the real sh**
[Hook]
O.G. Original Gangster
[Verse 2]
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 from the streets
Rapping bout hardcore topics
Over hardcore drum beats
A little different
Than the average though
Jet you through the fast lane
Drop ya on d**h row
Cause anybody who's been there
Knows that life ain't so lovely
On the blood-soaked fast track
That invincible sh** don't work
Throw ya in a joint
You'll be coming out feet first
So I blast the mic with my style
Sometimes I'm ill
And other times buck wild
But the science is always there
I'd be a true s**er
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 dropping it straight
Point blank and untwisted
No imagination needed, cause I lived it
This ain't no f**ing joke
This sh** is real to me
I'm Ice-T, O.G
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[Verse 3]
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 claiming?"
E drew the Glock, yo my set's aiming!
Dumb motherf**er
Try to roll on me, please!
I'm protected by a thousand emcees
And hoodlums and hustlers
And bangers with jheri 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 n***a
But they just didn't figure
That my wit's as quick as a hair trigger
"He's not your everyday-type
Prankster."
I'm Ice-T, the original gangster
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[Verse 4]
So step to me
If you think that you're ready to
Got on your bullet proof?
Well mine's going right thru
This ain't no game to me
It's hollow fame to me
Without respect from streets
So I don't claim be
The hardest motherf**er on earth
Catch me slipping, I can't even get worked
But I don't slip that often
There's a coffin
Waiting for the brother
Who comes off soft when
The real f**ing sh** 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 pa**
Gang bangers don't carry no switch blades
Every kid's got a Tec 9 or a
Hand grenade
Thirty-seven k**ed
Last week in a crack war
Hostages tied up
And shot in a liquor store
Nobody gives a f**
"The children have to go to school."
Well, moms, good luck
Cause the sh**'s f**ed up bad
I use my pad and pen
And my lyrics break out mad
I try to write about fun
And the good times
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 shotgun!
[Hook]