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Ice-T

"New Life"

* Styled after AZ the Visualizer from the album _Pieces Of A Man_

[Intro: Ice-T talking]
Yeah, Iceberg, 2006
Been out the game for a minute
You know, just checking it out
To tell you the truth; most of y'all n*ggas sound real soft, real happy
Everyday n*ggas ask me for that gangsta sh*t

[Kryst]
It's a new life for me, yeah

[Ice-T]
Confessions of the ghetto n*gga, cursed at birth
I brought the guns to the Rap game, b*tches and work
Hit your body with the pump shotie, watch you j*rk
L.A. Westside, n*gga, now in New York
The berg; nothing gave out the words I say
I'm a grown man, ain't got no f*cking time to play
Step on the game once, I recruite and parlay
Slide out it for a minute, step right back in it
Why not?.. y'all n*ggas don't rap that good
The truth is.. y'all n*ggas ain't all that hood
You act like gangsters but ain't got the heart to be one
I act so I know the f*cking actor when I see one
Too much security, too much crew
Too much hype, n*gga, not enough you
Me!?, they call me double O.G

[Chorus: Kryst]
It's a new life for me, yeah
Birds flying high, you know how I feel?
Sun in the sky, you know how I feel?
Reeds drifting on by, you know how I feel?
It's a new dawn, it's a new day
It's a new life for me, yeah

[Ice-T]
See me in the streets or bowling up in the club
Me and Lil' Ice roll like lawn wolf and cub
Don't worry about the clips, n*gga, watch my fist
Watch my b*tch, watch my new compact disc
Your album is garbage; filled with love songs for pussies and hoes
I keep it gully, n*gga, every one knows
It's all the game, til you see the flame filled the pound and
Security is on their toes every club that I'm in
Cause they know I don't give a Goddamn
Never bust techs cause them f*cking sh*ts jam
Respect! but I don't respect that much
I like Mobb Deep and Nore' -- some mothers like Shyne
Game from the Westcoast, them n*ggas can rhyme
Keep it hardcore, keep the sh*t gully and street
And don't let soft R&B n*ggas make your beats

[Chorus: Kryst]

[Ice-T]
Who's the f*cking greatest MC and who cares?
Who can f*cking sh*t on my name and who dares?
I straight reinvented this whole f*cking game of rappin'
I'm may not be a General, I'm damn sure a Captain
Pull your pants up, n*gga, lean back
You're strapped, but ain't got the heart to squeeze that
The rap game's in the ER laying on its f*cking back

[Chorus: Kryst X2]

[Ice-T]
Confessions of the ghetto n*gga, cursed at birth
I brought the guns to the Rap game, b*tches and work
Hit your body with the pump shotie, watch you j*rk
L.A. Westside, n*gga, now in New York
The berg; nothing gave out the words I say
I'm a grown man, ain't got no f*cking time to play
Step on the game once, I recruit and parley
Slide out it for a minute, step right back in it

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