[Intro: Ice-T talking]
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Yeah, Iceberg, 2006
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Been out the game for a minute
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You know, just checking it out
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To tell you the truth; most of you niggaz sound real soft, real happy
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Everyday niggaz ask me for that gangster shit
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[Kryst]
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It's a new life for real
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[Ice-T]
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Confessions of the ghetto nigga, cursed at birth
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I brought the guns to the Rap game, bitches and work
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Hit your body with the pump shotie, watch you jerk
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L.A. Westside, nigga, now in New York
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The berg; nothing gave out the words I say
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I'm a grown man, ain't got no fucking time to play
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Step on the game once, I recruite and parlay
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Slide out it for a minute, step right back in it
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Why not?.. y'all niggaz don't rap that good
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The truth is.. y'all niggaz ain't all that hood
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You act like gangsters but ain't got the heart to be one
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I act so I know the fucking actor when I see one
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Too much security, too much crew
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Too much hype, nigga, not enough you
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Me!, they call me double O.G.
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[Chorus: Kryst]
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It's a new life for real
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Birds flying high, you know how I feel?
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Sun in the sky, you know how I feel?
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Reeds drifting on by, you know how I feel?
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It's a new dawn, it's a new day
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It's a new life for real
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[Ice-T]
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See me in the streets or bowling up in the club
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Me and Lil' Ice roll like lawn wolf and cub
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Don't worry about the clips, nigga, watch my fist
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Watch my bitch, watch my new compact disc
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Your album is carbage; filled with love songs for pussies and whores
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I keep it gully, nigga, every one knows
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It's all the game, til you see the flame filled the pound and
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Security is on their toes every club that I'm in
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Cause they know I don't give a Goddamn
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Never bust techs cause them fucking shits jam
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Respect! but I don't respect that much
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I like Mobb Deep and Nore' - some mothers like Shyne
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Game from the Westcoast, them niggaz can rhyme
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Keep it hardcore, keep the shit gully in the street
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And don't let soft R&B niggaz make your beats
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[Chorus: Kryst]
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[Ice-T]
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Who's the fucking greatest MC and who cares?
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Who can fucking shit on my name and who dares?
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I straight reinvented this whole fucking game of rapping
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I'm may not be a General, I'm damn sure a Captain
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Pull your pants up, nigga, lean back
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You're strapped, but ain't got the heart to squeeze that
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That rap game is in the E, all laying on its fucking back
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[Chorus: Kryst X2]
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[Ice-T]
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Confessions of the ghetto nigga, cursed at birth
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I brought the guns to the Rap game, bitches and work
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Hit your body with the pump shotie, watch you jerk
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L.A. Westside, nigga, now in New York
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The berg; nothing gave out the words I say
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I'm a grown man, ain't got no fucking time to play
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Step on the game once, I recruit and parley
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Slide out it for a minute, step right back in it
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New Life
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| Ice-T |
