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ice-t – new life lyrics

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– 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 jerk
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 p-ssies 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 godd-mn
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 d-mn 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 jerk
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