O.g. original gangster

I'm rollin' up in a big gray bus And I'm shackled down Myself that's who I trust The minute I arrived Some sucker got hit Shanked ten times Behind some bullshit Word in the pen the fool was a snitch...

Off to the studio late night Time to cut another track It's gotta be hype Got my rhyme book in hand A blue loose leaf Anybody move on that They get loose teeth Evil's got the funky beat A stupid dope...

[Ice-T] Everybody step back from the mic as I set it off All playin' the wall, it's time to sweat it off Anybody with static -- oh, please try -- I'll do ya like Godfather 3 and do a fly by Time to...

It's eight a.m. I roll out my silk sheets Get fly crash the limo back seats Lookin' in the faces Of some ladies that I never met On the interview tip, no sweat They ask me questions I throw the words...

Evil E: Yo, Ice, Man, we halfway done with the album, man. You been throwing' all this strong, dope, stupid, fly, pimp shit, but what's up with the sex rhymes! You ain't thrown no sex rhymes yet, man....

Midnight chillin' at A.M/P.M. Coolin' drinkin' apple juice In Evil's BM The sound's up loud To attract attention Armoraled tires On a lowered suspension Nardi to steer with Alpine deck was glowin'...

You know the houe down the street Where the kids are and every day They seem to have a new scar Something strange is going on And everybody knows Doors always shut Windows always closed The little...

Hustler, word, I pull the trigger long, Grit my teeth, spray till every nigga's gone. Got my block sewn, armored dope spots, Last thing I sweat's a sucka punk cop. Move like a king when I roll, hops,...

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...