O.G. Original Gangster

Original Gangster

Ten years ago, I used to listen to rappers flow

Talkin' bout the way they rocked the mic at the disco

I liked how that shit was goin' down

Dreamt about rippin' the mic with my own sound

So I tried to write rhymes, something like them

My boys said, "That ain't you, Ice, that shit sounds like him"

So I sat back, thought up a new track

Didn't fantasize, kicked the pure facts

Motherfuckers got scared 'cause they was unprepared

Who would tell it how it really was? Who dared?

A motherfucker from the West Coast, L.A.

South Central fool, where the Crips and the Bloods play

When I wrote about parties, it didn't fit

(Six in the morning) That was the real shit

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When I wrote about parties, someone always died

When I tried to write happy, yo, I knew I lied

'Cause I lived a life of crime, why play you blind?

A simple look, and anyone with two cents would know I'm

A hardcore player from the streets

Rappin' bout hardcore topics over hardcore drum beats

A little different than the average, though

Jet you through the fast lane, drop you on death row

Cause anybody who's been there knows that

Life ain't sho lovely on the blood-soaked fast track

That invincible shit don't work

Throw you in a joint, you'll be comin' out feet first

So I blast the mic with my style

Sometimes I'm ill, the other times, buck wild

But the science is always there

I'd be a true sucker if I act like I didn't care

I rap for brothers just like myself

Dazed by the game in a quest for extreme wealth

But I kick it to you hard and real

One wrong move, and you caps peeled

I ain't no superhero, I ain't no Marvel Comic

But when it comes to game, I'm atomic

At droppin' it straight, point blank and untwisted

No imagination needed, 'cause I lived it

This ain't no fuckin' joke, this shit is real to me

I'm Ice-T, O.G.

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Two weeks ago, I was out at the disco

Two brothers stepped up to me and said

"Hey yo, Ice, we don't think you're down, what set you claimin'?"

E drew the Glock, yo, my set's aimin'

Dumb motherfucker, try to roll on me, please

I'm protected by a thousand emcees

And hoodlums, and hustlers, and bangers with Jheri curls

We won't even count the girls

'Cause they got my back, and I got theirs, too

Fight for the streets when I'm on Oprah or Donahue

They try to sweat a ****, but they just didn't figure

What my wit's as quick as a hair trigger

"He's not your everyday-type prankster"

I'm Ice-T, the original gangster

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So step to me if you think that you're ready to

Got on your bullet proof? Well, mine's goin' right through

This ain't no game to me, it's hollow fame to me

Without respect from the streets, so I don't claim to be

The hardest motherfucker on Earth

Catch me slippin', I can even get worked

But I don't slip that often, there's a coffin

Waitin' for the brother who comes off soft when

The real fuckin' shit goes down

Take a look around, all them pussies can be found

They talk a mean fight but fight like hoes

I'm from South Central, fool, where everything goes

Snatch you out your car so fast, you'll get whiplash

Numbers on your rooftop for when the copters pass

Gang bangers don't carry no switchblades

Every kid's got a Tec-9 or a hand grenade

Thirty-seven killed last week in a crack war

Hostages tied up and shot in a liquor store

Nobody gives a fuck

"The children have to go to school," well, moms, good luck

'Cause the shit's fucked up bad

I use my pad and pen, and my lyrics break out mad

I try to write about fun and the good times

But the pen yanks away and explodes, and destroys the rhyme

Maybe it's just 'cause of where I'm from

L.A., that was a shotgun

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