O.g. Original Gangster

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



CHORUS

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 thru 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, caus