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Ten ago I used to listen to rappers flow
Talkin' bout the way rocked the mic at the disco
I how that shit was goin' down
Dreamt about ripping the mic with my own
So I tried to write somethin' like them
My said, That ain't you Ice
That 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 from the west coast L.A. south central fool
Where the crips and the play
When I wrote about parties it fit
Six in the mornin' that was the shit

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

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

But I it to you hard and real
One wrong move, and you caps
I ain't no super hero, I no Marvel Comic
But it comes to game I'm atomic
At droppin' it straight point blank and
No imagination needed, cause I it
This ain't no 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 you're down what set ya
He drew the Glock, yo my set's
Dumb motherfucker try to on me
Please I'm by a thousand MC's
And hoodlums and hustlers and bangers with Jeri

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 nigga but they just didn't
What my wit's as quick as a trigger
"He's not your prankster
I'm Ice T, the gangster

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So to me if you think that you're ready to
Got on your bullet proof? Well mine's goin' right
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
Catch me slippin', I can even get worked but I slip that often
There's a waitin' for the brother who comes off soft when
The real shit goes down, take a look around
All them can be found

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

Hostages tied up and shot in a store, nobody gives a fuck
The have to go to school
Well, moms, good luck 'cause the 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 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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