Ice-t - New Life lyrics

* 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 you n***as sound real soft, real happy Everyday n***as ask me for that gangster sh** [Kryst] It's a new life for real [Ice-T] Confessions of the ghetto n***a, cursed at birth I brought the guns to the Rap game, b**hes and work Hit your body with the pump shotie, watch you jerk L.A. Westside, n***a, now in New York The berg; nothing gave out the words I say I'm a grown man, ain't got no f**ing 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***as don't rap that good The truth is.. y'all n***as 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**ing actor when I see one Too much security, too much crew Too much hype, n***a, 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, n***a, watch my fist Watch my b**h, watch my new compact disc Your album is carbage; filled with love songs for pussies and who*es I keep it gully, n***a, 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**ing sh**s 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***as can rhyme Keep it hardcore, keep the sh** gully in the street And don't let soft R&B n***as make your beats [Chorus: Kryst] [Ice-T] Who's the f**ing greatest MC and who cares? Who can f**ing sh** on my name and who dares? I straight reinvented this whole f**ing game of rapping I'm may not be a General, I'm damn sure a Captain Pull your pants up, n***a, 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 f**ing back [Chorus: Kryst X2] [Ice-T] Confessions of the ghetto n***a, cursed at birth I brought the guns to the Rap game, b**hes and work Hit your body with the pump shotie, watch you jerk L.A. Westside, n***a, now in New York The berg; nothing gave out the words I say I'm a grown man, ain't got no f**ing time to play Step on the game once, I recruit and parley Slide out it for a minute, step right back in it