O.g. Original Gangster Lyrics - Greatest Hits: The Evidence - Ice T

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 

With my own sound 

So I tried to write rhymes 

Somethin' like them, my boys said, 

"That ain't you Ice, 

That shit sounds like them." 

So I sat back, thought up a new track 

Didn'T fantasize, kicked the pure 

Facts. Motherfuckers got scared 

Cause they weas unprepaired 

who would tell it how it relly 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 Mornin' 

That was the real shit 

O.G. Original Gangster 

When I wrote about parties 

Someone always died 

When I tried to write happy 

Yo I knew I lied, I lived a life of crime 

Why play ya blind? 

A simple look 

and anyone with two cents 

would know I'm 

A hardcore player fromhe streets 

Rappin' bout hardcore topics 

Over hardcore drum beats 

a little different 

Than the average though 

Jet you through the fast lane 

Drop ya 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 ya in a joint 

You'll be comin' out feet first 

So I blst 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 acted 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 super hero 

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. 

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 ya 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 Jeri 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 nigga 

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 

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 frome streets 

So I don't claim 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 roof top 

For when the copters pass 

Gang bangers 

Don't carry no switch blades 

Every kid's got a Tec 9 or a 

Hand grenade 

Thirty-seven killed 

Last week in a crack war 

Hostges 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 

andthe goodtimes 

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 shot gun! 

O.G. Original Gangster