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Ten years ago I used to listen to flow
Talkin' the way they rocked the mic at the disco
I liked how that shit was goin'
about ripping the mic with my own sound
So I tried to write rhymes somethin' like
My said, That ain't you Ice
That shit like them so I sat back thought up a new track

Didn't fantasize kicked the facts
Motherfuckers got scared they was unprepaired
Who would tell it how it really was? Who
A motherfucker from the west L.A. south central fool
Where the and the bloods play
When I wrote about it didn't fit
Six in the that was the real shit

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When I wrote about parties someone always
When I tried to write happy yo I I lied
'Cause I lived a life of crime why play ya
A look and anyone with two cents would know
I'm a hardcore player from he
Rappin' bout topics over hardcore drum beats
A different than the average though
Jet you through the lane drop ya on death row

'Cause anybody who's been there knows that life so lovely
On the blood-soaked fast track invincible shit don't work
Throw ya in a joint you'll be out feet first
So I the mic with my style
Sometimes I'm ill the other times buck
But the science is always
I'd be a true if I acted like I didn't care
I rap for brothers like myself
Dazed by the game in a quest for extreme

But I kick it to you hard and
One wrong move, and you peeled
I ain't no super hero, I no Marvel Comic
But when it comes to game I'm
At droppin' it straight point and untwisted
No imagination needed, I lived it
This ain't no fuckin' joke this shit is to me, I'm Ice T
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Two ago I was out at the disco
Two stepped up to me and said
"Hey yo, Ice we don't you're down what set ya claimin'?
He drew the Glock, yo my set's
motherfucker try to roll on me
Please I'm by a thousand MC's
And hoodlums and hustlers and bangers Jeri Curls

We even count the girls
'Cause they got my and I got theirs too
Fight for the when I'm on Oprah or Donahue
They try to sweat a but they just didn't figure
What my as quick as a hair trigger
"He's not your prankster
I'm Ice T, the gangster

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So step to me if you that you're ready to
Got on your bullet proof? Well goin' right through
This ain't no to me, it's hollow fame to me
Without respect from
So I don't claim be the motherfucker on earth
me slippin', I can even get worked but I don't slip that often
There's a coffin for the brother who comes off soft when
The real fuckin' shit goes down, take a look
All them can be found

They a mean fight but fight like hoes
I'm from central, fool where everything goes
Snatch you out car so fast you'll get whiplash
Numbers on your roof top for when the pass
Gang bangers don't carry no blades
kid's got a Tec 9 or a hand grenade
Thirty-seven killed last week in a war

tied up and shot in a liquor store, nobody gives a fuck
The have to go to school
Well, moms, good luck the shit's fucked up bad
I use my pad and pen and my break out mad
I try to write fun and the good times
But the pen yanks and explodes and destroys the rhyme
it's just cause of where I'm from L.A. that was a shot gun

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