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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 that was goin' down
Dreamt about 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 'cause they was unprepaired
Who tell it how it really was? Who dared?
A motherfucker from the west coast L.A. central fool
Where the crips and the play
When I wrote about parties it fit
Six in the mornin' was the real shit

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

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

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

We won't even the girls
they got my back and I got theirs too
Fight for the streets when I'm on Oprah or
They try to sweat a but they just didn't figure
What my wit's as quick as a hair
"He's not your everyday-type
I'm Ice T, the original

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So step to me if you think that you're to
Got on bullet proof? Well mine's goin' right through
This ain't no game to me, it's 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 waitin' for the brother who comes off soft when
The real fuckin' goes down, take a look around
All pussies can be found

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

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

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