O.G. Original Gangster
Ice-T Lyrics

Ten years ago
A decade ago

I used to listen to rappers flow
I would listen to rappers perform

Talkin' bout the way
Talking about how

They rocked the mic at the disco
They performed on the microphone at the disco

I liked how that shit was goin' down
I enjoyed the way that was happening

With my own sound
With my unique style

So I tried to write rhymes
I attempted to compose lyrics

Somethin' like them, my boys said,
Similar to those, my friends told me,

"That ain't you Ice, That shit sounds like them."
"That's not your style, Ice, That sounds like their style."

So I sat back, thought up a new track
Therefore, I reflected and came up with a fresh song

Didn'T fantasize, kicked the pure Facts.
I didn't indulge in fantasies, I delivered the unadulterated truth.

Motherfuckers got scared Cause they weas unprepaired who would tell it how it relly was? Who dared?
They became frightened because they were unprepared. Who else had the audacity to reveal the real truth?

A motherfucker from the West Coast L.A. South Central fool Where the Crips and the Bloods play
An individual from the West Coast, specifically from South Central Los Angeles, where the Crips and the Bloods gangs are active

When I wrote about parties It didn't fit
When I wrote about celebrations, it didn't align

Six in the Mornin' That was the real shit
But when I wrote about the early morning hours, that was the authentic material

O.G. Original Gangster
I am the original gangster

When I wrote about parties Someone always died
Whenever I wrote about parties, someone would inevitably be killed

When I tried to write happy Yo I knew I lied, I lived a life of crime
When I attempted to write cheerful lyrics, I knew I was deceiving. I had lived a life involved in illegal activities

Why play ya blind?
Why pretend to be ignorant?

A simple look and anyone with two cents would know I'm
A mere glance from anyone with basic perception would confirm that I am

A hardcore player fromhe streets
An intensely dedicated participant from the streets

Rappin' bout hardcore topics Over hardcore drum beats
Rapping about intense subjects over powerful drum beats

a little different Than the average though
Somewhat distinct from the average

Jet you through the fast lane Drop ya on death row
Catapult you into the fast-paced lifestyle, then abandon you to face your fate in prison

Cause anybody who's been there Knows that life ain't sho lovely
Because anyone who has experienced it knows that life in prison is not as pleasant as it is sometimes portrayed

On the blood-soaked fast track That invincible shit don't work
On the dangerous and violent path, the notion of invincibility is ineffective

Throw ya in a joint You'll be comin' out feet first
If you end up in prison, your exit will likely be through death

So I blst the mic with my style Sometimes I'm ill The other times buck wild
Therefore, I passionately deliver my style on the microphone. Sometimes it is impressive, while other times it is extremely wild

But the science is always there
However, the expertise and knowledge are consistent

I'd be a true sucker If I acted like I didn'T care
I would be a complete fool if I pretended not to care

I rap for brothers just like myself Dazed by the game In a quest for extreme wealth
I rap for individuals similar to me, who are mesmerized by the street life and strive for immense riches

But I kick it to you hard and real One wrong move, and you caps peeled
However, I convey it to you in a harsh and genuine manner. If you make a single mistake, you will be shot dead

I ain't no super hero I ain't no Marvel Comic
I am not a superhero, nor am I a fictional character from Marvel Comics

But when it comes to game I'm atomic
But when it comes to the street life, I am explosive and influential

At droppin' it straight Point blank and untwisted
I excel at delivering it directly, straightforward, and without any deceptions

No imagination needed, cause I lived it
No imagination is necessary because I have personally experienced it

This ain't no fuckin' joke This shit is real to me
This is not a humorous matter. This situation holds true importance for me

I'm Ice-T
I am Ice-T

O.G.
Original Gangster

Two weeks ago I was out at the disco
A mere fortnight ago, I was present 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'?"
Two individuals approached me and expressed their doubts. They questioned my loyalty to a specific group or gang.

E drew the Glock, yo my set's aimin'!
One of them brandished a Glock firearm. They were prepared to retaliate for their group.

Dumb motherfucker Try to roll on me, please!
An unintelligent individual foolishly attempted to confront me.

I'm protected by a thousand emcees and hoodlums and hustlers
I am shielded by numerous skilled rappers, criminals, and enterprising individuals

And bangers with Jeri curls we won't even count the girls
Additionally, there are gang members with distinctive haircuts and we must not disregard the presence of the females

Cause they got my back And I got theirs too
Because they support and protect me, and I reciprocate the same for them

Fight for the streets When I'm on Oprah or Donahue
We battle for control of the streets, even when I am appearing on popular talk shows like Oprah or Donahue

They try to sweat a nigga But they just didn'T figure
They attempt to intimidate an individual like me, but they underestimated my resilience

What my wit's as quick as a hair trigger
My sharp intellect operates as swiftly as a hair trigger mechanism on a firearm

"He's not your everyday-type Prankster."
"He is not an ordinary joker or trickster."

I'm Ice-T, the original gangster
I am Ice-T, the authentic gangster

So step to me If you think that you're ready to
Therefore, approach me if you believe you are prepared

Got on your bullet proof? Well mine's goin' right through
Do you have your bulletproof vest on? Well, mine can penetrate right through it

This ain't no game to me It's hollow fame to me
This is not a game for me but rather empty and meaningless popularity

Without respect frome streets So I don't claim be
Without earning respect from the streets, I do not claim to be

The hardest motherfucker on earth Catch me slippin, I can even get worked
I am not the toughest person on the planet. If I make a mistake, I could even be defeated

But I don'T slip that often there's a coffin
However, my blunders are infrequent, as death is waiting for me

Waitin' for the brother Who comes off soft when
It patiently awaits the moment when an individual appears weak or vulnerable

The real fuckin' shit goes down
When the genuine and severe situation arises

Take a look around all them pussies can be found
Observe the surroundings, as all those weak individuals can be spotted

they talk a mean fight But fight like hoes
Although they boast about being formidable, they fight like cowardly individuals

I'm from South Central, fool Where everything goes
I originate from South Central, where anything can happen

Snatch you out your car so fast You'll get whiplash
We can swiftly remove you from your vehicle, causing you to experience whiplash

Numbers on your roof top For when the copters pass
Helicopters frequently patrol the area, therefore numbers are marked on rooftops for identification

Gang bangers Don't carry no switch blades
Gang members do not carry small knives

Every kid's got a Tec 9 or a Hand grenade
Every young individual possesses a Tec 9 firearm or a hand grenade

Thirty-seven killed Last week in a crack war
There were thirty-seven fatalities last week due to warfare over cocaine distribution

Hostges tied up And shot in a liquor store
In a liquor store, hostages were restrained and then shot

Nobody gives a fuck "The children have to go to school."
No one cares, even when people argue that children need to attend school

Well, moms, good luck
Well, mothers, I wish you luck

Cause the shit's fucked up bad
Because the situation is incredibly messed up

I use my pad and pen And my lyrics break out mad
I utilize my notepad and pen to express myself, and my lyrics emerge with intense emotion

I try to write about fun andthe goodtimes
I attempt to create music about enjoyable and positive experiences

But the pen yanks away and explodes And destroys the rhyme
However, the pen figuratively snatches away those ideas and erupts violently, disrupting the flow of lyrics

Maybe it's just cause of where I'm from L.A. that was a shot gun!
Perhaps it is because of my origin in Los Angeles, where violence is prevalent and firearms are widely used

O.G. Original Gangster
I am the original gangster