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Ice‐T - Hip-Hop History: The Collection - O.G. Original Gangster
Hip-Hop History: The Collection
Disc 1
01. Don’t Stop… Planet Rock
02. Sign of the Times
03. Play That Beat Mr. D.J.
04. Me, Myself and I
05. I’m Your Pusher / Pusherman
06. Ain’t No Half-Steppin’
07. Top Billin’
08. Talkin’ All That Jazz
09. No Sell Out
10. Eeenie Meenie Beats
11. Watch Me Now
12. Buddy
13. Breaker’s Revenge
14. Raw (Edit)
15. Pack Jam
16. What "U" Waitin’ "4"
17. Ladies First
18. It’s Funky Enough
Disc 2
01. Just a Friend
02. Mistadobalina
03. O.G. Original Gangster
04. O.P.P.
05. They Reminisce Over You
06. They Want EFX
07. Can I Get Some Dap
08. Party Over Here
09. Gangsta Bitch
10. Peachfuzz
11. Ghetto Heaven
12. Pass da Mic
13. Just When You Thought It Was Safe
14. Not Gonna Be Able to Do It
15. Dope On Plastic (vocal)
16. Checkin’ Out the Ave.
17. The Humpty Dance
18. The Creator
Disc 3
01. Gangsta’s Paradise
02. Hypnotize
03. Shimmy Shimmy Ya
04. Feel So Good
05. Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Could See
06. Player’s Anthem
07. Superthug
08. Flava in Ya Ear
09. I Like It (I Wanna Be Where You Are)
10. Real Hip-Hop
11. Slow Down (2006 remastered version)
12. Syntax Era
13. Back in the Day
14. What You Want
15. Problems
16. Cha Cha Cha
17. 360 (What Goes Around) (2006 remastered version)
18. Cold Rock a Party
Disc 4
01. Or Nah (remix)
02. All Eyes on You
03. Strange Clouds
04. Top
05. Coco
06. Best Friend
07. Whatever You Like
08. Daydreamin’
09. Opposite of Adults
10. Lighters Up
11. Work It
12. Holy Calamity (Bear Witness II)
13. I Got Love
14. Breathe
15. Knuck If You Buck
16. My Projects
17. Some Cut
18. If I Could Go!
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
Dreamt about ripping the mic 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

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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

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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!

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