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Ice‐T - Just Say Sire: The Sire Records Story - O.G. Original Gangster
Just Say Sire: The Sire Records Story
Disc 1
01. Everybody
02. Mirror in the Bathroom
03. Kiss Me
04. Oh L'Amour
05. Tainted Love
06. Situation (remix)
07. People Are People
08. Living on the Ceiling
09. That Summer Feeling
10. Young at Heart
11. One Step Beyond
12. Genius of Love
13. Im Nin'Alu
14. Endicott
15. Love and Mercy
16. Each and Every One
17. All the Way
18. Crazy
19. Fire Woman
20. Constant Craving
Disc 2
01. Teenage Kicks
02. This Charming Man
03. I Melt With You
04. Moskow Diskow
05. (I'm) Stranded
06. Ça plane pour moi
07. Top of the Pops
08. Nowhere Girl
09. Part of the Process
10. Come Together (7" version)
11. Beat Dis
12. The Lovecats
13. The Killing Moon
14. Warm Leatherette
15. Everyday Is Like Sunday
16. Never Never
17. Oblivious
18. Inside Out
19. Soon
20. Leave Them All Behind
Disc 3
01. Blitzkrieg Bop
02. Alex Chilton
03. Come on Let's Go
04. Aloha Steve & Danno / Theme From Hawaii Five-O
05. The Wagon
06. Sonic Reducer
07. White Horse
08. Blank Generation
09. I Want That Man
10. I'll Be Your Everything
11. Summer Teeth
12. World Class Fad
13. Back on the Chain Gang
14. Give Back the Key to My Heart
15. Shake Some Action
16. Counting Backwards
17. Boy
18. Romeo Had Juliette
19. O.G. Original Gangster
20. Jesus Built My Hotrod
21. Burning Down the House
Disc 4
01. Pop Muzik
02. Rock 'n' Roll High School
03. Let's Go to Bed
04. A Little Respect
05. Brass in Pocket
06. The Cutter
07. Bastards of Young
08. She Sells Sanctuary
09. Once in a Lifetime
10. Like a Prayer
11. Enjoy the Silence
12. Feed the Tree
13. Drifting, Falling
14. Reach
15. Groovy Train
16. Things Can Only Get Better
17. New York City Boy
18. In the Meantime
19. One Week
20. Come to Daddy
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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