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

Didn't kicked the pure facts
got scared 'cause they was unprepaired
Who would tell it how it really Who dared?
A from the west coast L.A. south central fool
Where the crips and the play
When I about parties it didn't fit
Six in the mornin' that was the shit

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When I wrote about parties always died
When I tried to write yo I knew I lied
'Cause I lived a life of crime why ya blind?
A simple and anyone with two cents would know
I'm a hardcore from he streets
Rappin' bout hardcore topics hardcore drum beats
A different than the average though
Jet you through the fast lane drop ya on row

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

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

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

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So step to me if you think that you're to
Got on your bullet proof? mine's goin' right through
This no game to me, it's hollow fame to me
respect from streets
So I don't claim be the hardest motherfucker on
Catch me slippin', I can even get worked but I don't slip often
There's a coffin waitin' for the brother who off soft when
The fuckin' shit goes down, take a look around
All them can be found

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

Hostages tied up and shot in a liquor store, 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 lyrics out mad
I try to write fun and the good times
But the pen yanks away and explodes and destroys the
Maybe it's just cause of where I'm from L.A. that was a gun

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