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Ten years ago I to listen to rappers flow
Talkin' bout the way rocked the mic at the disco
I liked how that shit was down
about ripping the mic with my own sound
So I tried to write somethin' like them
My boys said, That you Ice
shit sounds like them so I sat back thought up a new track

Didn't kicked the pure facts
Motherfuckers got scared 'cause they was
Who tell it how it really was? Who dared?
A motherfucker from the west coast L.A. south fool
the crips and the bloods play
When I wrote about it didn't fit
Six in the mornin' that was the real

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

'Cause anybody who's been there that life ain't so lovely
On the blood-soaked fast track that invincible shit don't
Throw ya in a joint be comin' out feet first
So I blast the mic with my
Sometimes I'm ill the other times wild
But the science is always
I'd be a true sucker if I acted like I didn't
I rap for brothers just like
by the game in a quest for extreme wealth

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

We won't count the girls
'Cause got my back and I got theirs too
Fight for the streets 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 everyday-type
I'm Ice T, the original

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

talk 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 copters
Gang bangers carry no switch blades
Every got a Tec 9 or a hand grenade
Thirty-seven killed last in a crack war

Hostages up and shot in a liquor store, nobody gives a fuck
The children have to go to
Well, moms, luck 'cause 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
Maybe it's just cause of where I'm from L.A. was a shot gun

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