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Ten years ago I used to to rappers flow
Talkin' bout the way they rocked the mic at the
I how that shit was goin' down
Dreamt about the mic with my own sound
So I tried to write rhymes somethin' like
My boys said, 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 'cause they was unprepaired
Who would tell it how it really Who dared?
A motherfucker from the west L.A. south central fool
Where the and the bloods play
I wrote about parties it didn't fit
Six in the mornin' that was the real

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

'Cause anybody who's been there knows that life ain't so
On the blood-soaked fast track that invincible shit 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 wild
But the science is there
I'd be a true if I acted like I didn't care
I rap for just like myself
Dazed by the in a quest for extreme wealth

But I kick it to you and real
One wrong move, and you caps
I ain't no super hero, I ain't no Marvel
But when it to game I'm atomic
At droppin' it straight point blank and
No imagination needed, cause I it
This ain't no fuckin' this shit is real to me, I'm Ice T
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Two weeks ago I was out at the
Two brothers stepped up to me and
"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 protected by a thousand
And and hustlers and bangers with Jeri Curls

We won't even count the
'Cause got my back and I got theirs too
Fight for the streets when I'm on Oprah or
They try to a nigga but they just didn't figure
my wit's 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 that you're ready to
Got on your proof? Well mine's 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 hardest motherfucker on
Catch me slippin', I can even get but I don't slip that often
There's a coffin waitin' for the brother who off soft when
The fuckin' shit goes down, take a look around
All them pussies can be

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

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

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