Artist: Ice-T f/ DJ Evil E the Great, Trigger Tha Gambler (SMG) Album: Gang Culture (Recorded Live in Europe) * Song: Medley (Remix) Typed by: dy_face@yahoo.com * Originally performed Live At The Miles Davis Hall, Montreux, Switzerland on July 10th, 1995 [Intro: Trigger Tha Gambler] O.G. Original Gangster, O.G. Original Gangster Original Gangster ----------> Ice-T COME ON!! JUMP!! JUMP!! JUMP!! JUMP!! JUMP!! JUMP!! JUMP!! COME ON!! JUMP!! JUMP!! JUMP!! JUMP!! JUMP!! JUMP!! JUMP!! COME ON!! JUMP!! JUMP!! JUMP!! JUMP!! JUMP!! JUMP!! JUMP!! Switzerland!! JUMP!! JUMP!! JUMP!! JUMP!! JUMP!! JUMP!! JUMP!! COME ON!! JUMP!! JUMP!! JUMP!! JUMP!! JUMP!! JUMP!! JUMP!! [Verse One: Ice-T] Here we go, ten years ago I used to listen to rappers flow Talking about the way they rock the mic of the disco I liked how that shit was going down (Yeah!) Dreamed about ripping the mic with my own sound So I tried to write rhymes, something like them My boys said: that ain't you Ice? - that shit sounds like them So I sat back, thought up of new track Didn't fantasize, kicked a pure facts Motherfuckers got scared, cause they was unprepared Who would tell it how it really 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 Morning - that was a real shit [Break #1: Trigger Tha Gambler] O.G. Original Gangster - O.G. Original Gangster - O.G. Original Gangster O.G. Original Gangster - O.G. Original Gangster - O.G. Original Gangster O.G. Original Gangster - O.G. Original Gangster - O.G. Original Gangster [Verse Two: Ice-T] When I wrote about parties, someone always died When I tried to write happy, yo, I knew I lied Cause, I lived a life of crime, why play you blind? A simple look and anyone with two cents would know I'm; A hardcore player from the streets Rapping about hardcore topics over hardcore drum beats A little different than the average though Jet you through the fast lane, drop you on death row Cause anybody who's been there knows that Life ain't so lovely on the blood-soaked fast track That invincible shit don't work I throw you in a joint, you'll be coming out feet first So I blast the mic with my style Sometimes I'm ill, and 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 (DAMN!!) and your caps peeled (*Gun Shot*) I ain't no super hero, I ain't no Marvel Comic But when it comes to game I'm atomic At dropping it, at a straight, point blank and untwisted No imagination needed, cause I lived it This ain't no fucking joke, this shit is real to me I'm Ice-T, O.G. [Break #2: Trigger Tha Gambler] O.G. Original Gangster - O.G. Original Gangster - O.G. Original Gangster O.G. Original Gangster - O.G. Original Gangster - O.G. Original Gangster [Interlude: DJ Evil E] YEAAAAHHHHHH!! COME ON!! PUMP IT UP!! JUMP!! JUMP!! JUMP!! JUMP!! JUMP!! JUMP!! JUMP!! JUMP!! JUMP!! JUMP!! JUMP!! JUMP!! JUMP!! JUMP!! JUMP!! JUMP!! JUMP!! JUMP!! JUMP!! JUMP!! JUMP!! Hit them with it! [Verse Three: Ice-T] Hustler, word, I pull the trigger long Grit my teeth, spray 'til every nigga's gone Got my block sewn, armored dope spots Last thing I sweat's a sucker punk cop Move like a king when I roll hops You try to flex (BANG!!) another nigga drops You gotta deal with this cause there's no way out (Why?) Cash money ain't never gonna play out I got nothing to lose, much to gain In my brain, I got a capitalist migraine I gotta get paid tonight, you're motherfucking right Think of my grip, check my bitch, keep my game tight So many whores on my jock, think I'm a movie star In nineteen, got a fifty thousand dollar car Go to school, I ain't going for it Kiss my ass, bust the cap on the Moët Cause I don't wanna hear that crap (WHY?!!) I'd rather be a New Jack Hustler! [Break #3: Ice-T] Now, we got any hustlers in the house? Say YEAH!! (YEAH!!) Say HELL YEAH!! (HELL YEAH!!) Say HELL MOTHERFUCKING YEAH!! (HELL MOTHERFUCKING YEAH!!) YEAH!! now SCREAM, scream Switzerland is in the house [Interlude: DJ Evil E] Yo Ice man, I like the way you just got it down You got the fliest girl, the jewels, look at that ring right there I know that's real, it's gotta be real Yo man, you're the fliest nigga I done seen in my life, man! I don't understand this, School Rules in the house, Jazzmatazz Yo Berg, yo bust this, hell can I be down? [Verse Four: Ice-T] What's up? ~ You say you wanna be down? Ease back, or motherfucker get beat down Out my face, fool, I'm the illest Bulletproof, I die harder than Bruce Willis Got my crew in effect, that I bought them new Jags So much cash, gotta keep it in Hefty bags All I think about is cheese and Gs Imagine that, me working at Mickey D's (ha ha ha ha) That's a joke cause I'm never gonna be broke When I die, there'll be bullets and gunsmoke You don't like my lifestyle? (FUCK YOU!) I'm rolling with the New Jack crew [Break #4: Trigger Tha Gambler] Colors!! Colors!! Colors!! Colors!! Colors!! Colors!! Colors!! Colors!! [Verse Five: Ice-T] I am a nightmare walking, psychopath talking King of my jungle, just a gangster stalking Living life like a firecracker, quick is my fuse Then dead as a death-pack, the colors I choose Red or Blue, Cuz or Blood, it just don't matter Sucker dies for your life when my shotgun scatters (Colors!) The gangs of L.A. will never die (WHY? WHY? WHY?) Just multiply, Colors! [Break #5: Ice-T] WAVE YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!! AND WAVE THEM LIKE YOU JUST DON'T CARE!! Say YEAH!! (YEAH!!) Say HELL YEAH!! (HELL YEAH!!) Say HELL MOTHERFUCKING YEAH!! (HELL MOTHERFUCKING YEAH!!) Yeah, Montreux's in the house, UHH!! [Verse Six: Ice-T] You don't know me (Fool) you disown me (Cool) I don't need your assistance, social persistence Any problem I got, I just stick my fist in My life is violent, but violent is life Peace is a dream, reality is a knife My color is my honor, my color is my all With my colors upon me, one soldier stands tall Tell me; what have you left me? - what have I got? Last night in cold blood, my young brother got shot My home got jacked, my mother is on crack My sister can't work, cause her arms show tracks Madness, insanity, live in profanity Then some punk claiming; you're understanding me Give me a break; what world do you live in? Death is my sect, guess my religion! [Break #6: DJ Evil E] Colors!! Colors!! Colors!! Colors!! Colors!! Colors!! Colors!! Colors!! Switzerland's in the house, YEAAAHHH!! SOMEBODY SCREAM!! - SCREAM!! - SCREAM!! Yo, Syndicate fool! [Verse Seven: Ice-T] My pants are sagging, braided hair Suckers stare, but I don't care My game ain't knowledge, my game's fear I've no remorse, so squares beware But my true mission, is just revenge You ain't in my sect, you ain't my friend Wear the wrong color your life could end Homicides my favorite avenge [Break #7: Trigger Tha Gambler] Colors!! Colors!! Colors!! Colors!! Oh! SHIT! yo, what the fuck is this shit? Colors!! Colors!! Colors!! Colors!! What is this shit? Yo, Switzerland are you there? SCREAM!! - SCREAM!! - SCREAM!! Yo, Syndicate is in this motherfucker, Syndicate fool! [Verse Eight: Ice-T] I just walk like a giant, the police defiant You'll say to stop, but I'll say that I can't My gang's my family, y'all it that I have I'm a star, on the wall is my autograph You don't like it, so you know where you can go Cause the streets are my stage, and terror's my show Psychoanalyze tried, diagnosing me wise It wasn't your brother, that brutally died But it was mine, so let me define My territory; don't cross the line Don't try to act crazy, cause the shit don't faze me If you ran like a punk, it wouldn't amaze me Cause my color is death, though we're all want peace But our war won't end, til the all world decease * Crowd went nuts and gave up a great round of applause