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Ten ago I used to listen to rappers flow
Talkin' bout the way they 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 rhymes somethin' them
My boys said, That you Ice
That shit sounds like them so I sat thought up a new track

fantasize kicked the pure facts
Motherfuckers got scared 'cause they was
Who would tell it how it really was? Who
A motherfucker from the coast L.A. south central fool
the crips and the bloods play
When I wrote about parties it fit
Six in the mornin' was the real shit

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

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

But I kick it to you and real
One wrong move, and you caps
I ain't no hero, I ain't no Marvel Comic
But when it comes to game I'm
At it straight point blank and untwisted
No needed, cause I lived it
This no fuckin' joke 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 think you're what set ya claimin'?
He drew the Glock, yo my aimin'
motherfucker try to roll on me
Please I'm protected by a MC's
And hoodlums and hustlers and with Jeri Curls

We even count the girls
'Cause they got my 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 gangster

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So step to me if you think that you're to
Got on your bullet proof? Well mine's goin' right
This ain't no game to me, 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 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 where everything
Snatch you out car so fast you'll get whiplash
Numbers on your roof top for when the copters
Gang bangers don't no switch blades
kid's got a Tec 9 or a hand grenade
Thirty-seven killed last week in a war

Hostages tied up and in a liquor store, nobody gives a fuck
The children to go to school
Well, moms, good luck 'cause the 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 and explodes and destroys the rhyme
Maybe just cause of where I'm from L.A. that was a shot gun

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