[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 you niggaz sound real soft, real happy Everyday niggaz ask me for that gangster shit
[Kryst] It's a new life for real
[Ice-T] Confessions of the ghetto nigga, cursed at birth I brought the guns to the Rap game, bitches and work Hit your body with the pump shotie, watch you jerk L.A. Westside, nigga, now in New York The berg; nothing gave out the words I say I'm a grown man, ain't got no fucking 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 niggaz don't rap that good The truth is.. y'all niggaz ain't all that hood You act like gangsters but ain't got the heart to be one I act so I know the fucking actor when I see one Too much security, too much crew Too much hype, nigga, not enough you Me!, they call me double O.G.
[Chorus: Kryst] It's a new life for real 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 real
[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, nigga, watch my fist Watch my bitch, watch my new compact disc Your album is carbage; filled with love songs for pussies and whores I keep it gully, nigga, 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 fucking shits jam Respect! but I don't respect that much I like Mobb Deep and Nore' - some mothers like Shyne Game from the Westcoast, them niggaz can rhyme Keep it hardcore, keep the shit gully in the street And don't let soft R&B niggaz make your beats
[Chorus: Kryst]
[Ice-T] Who's the fucking greatest MC and who cares? Who can fucking shit on my name and who dares? I straight reinvented this whole fucking game of rapping I'm may not be a General, I'm damn sure a Captain Pull your pants up, nigga, lean back You're strapped, but ain't got the heart to squeeze that That rap game is in the E, all laying on its fucking back
[Chorus: Kryst X2]
[Ice-T] Confessions of the ghetto nigga, cursed at birth I brought the guns to the Rap game, bitches and work Hit your body with the pump shotie, watch you jerk L.A. Westside, nigga, now in New York The berg; nothing gave out the words I say I'm a grown man, ain't got no fucking time to play Step on the game once, I recruit and parley Slide out it for a minute, step right back in itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
