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, 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 thru   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!      [CHORUS]