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
it eyes No, you ain't, man No, you ain't come A brother think you've got back up But you really don't You know why I wouldn't even hit you with my fist
killing fields Escape the killing fields Escape the killing fields Here we go I'm movin' off death row You gotta keep up hops You can't be slow 'Cause
Let me tell ya a little story 'bout my homeboy Ed Use to drink every day, straight 40's to the head You try to snap on him, he'd ask what you said You
and struggle But to make things more plain and simple to the laymen I find Ice-T to be the dopest, flyist, O.G. pimp hustler, gangster player Hardcore
an S on your chest You better wear two vests Watch your back, your front I always hit, don't bunt Crazy posse When I'm on a duck hunt Emcee Ice-T answers
Yo nigga your moma got two feet growin' out of titties Bitch fell down and kept runnin' Off to the studio late night It's time to cut another track It
get hurt I'm crazy mad but my fans want autographs I turn my angry frowns into fake laughs I can't be rude 'cause they wouldn't understand I ain't human
Left on Florence, gettin' through the E.T.G.'s Spun out on Vermont, made a left on Colden Right on Hoover, E where we goin'? He didn't even answer that
s been a long time since I hit you with freestyle High tech selections from the vaults of the ice files Kick back relax and watch as I melt wax Don't
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with a sawed off One hundred ten degrees, ice don't get soft 'Cause I'm hard as they come, I come correct You can't handle the vandal hit eject If not
my rhymes with blood upon a butcher knife You say, "The Ice is ill", an' ill I am They try to ban my shit and I don't give a damn Roll up, your eye will
mind, see the point of the ice pick I stand tall, while my brothers still choose to crawl Black power, it's in effect you all, but you don't understand
Damn right, I'm a nigga and I don't care what you are 'Cause I'm a capital N-I-double-G-E-R Black people might get mad 'cause they don't see That they
will never tell It goes on weeks and weeks But what can they do? They're only children man! You ain't no fuckin' kid Act like you give a damn Won't
I'm back motherfucker, Ice-T 1991 fool Told you, you should've killed me last year Once again I'm back in the place to be The I, the C, the E, the T
{Ice-T after your tremendous success on your past albums Some have said you've sold out because of use of Rock n' Roll in your music, how do you reply
