Original Gangster of Hip Hop accords par 
Just‐ice 
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Verse 1
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This record you're about to hear
"The Original Gangster
of Hip Hop"
Contains, contains explicit, dirty lyrics
Like, "Fuck, shit
Ass, bitch, your mother's dick, asshole
" all that shit hit it DMX
Check it out now, to my man, KRS- One
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To my all time brother Scott La Rock
He's in here forever right about now
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We gon' get busy like this here
Verse 2
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Murderer when it comes to a rhyme
Homicide, never doin' no time
Take my lyrics direct
I'm always gettin' respect
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I get your girl in my arm
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She's sure to get wet
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Very drippy, then I lick those titties
Make her reach her highest peak
Then she'll come with me
With a splash, then I'll grab an ass
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And insert my dick, and just stroke fast
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So pardon my diction, but feel the friction
I am the key, your body's the ignition
So assume the position
But get your back ready
When Just Ice started solid and steady
To hear my vocab, you might think it's bad
If I ever fuck your girl
I'm guaranteed to make her glad
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Slim or chubby, smart or real nutty
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Sir Vicious Just Ice will make her bloody
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Make her think it's a prank while
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We goin' to the bank
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Withdraw every dime leave the
Bitch with a blank
Say thanks a lot,
give me everything you got
Broke with cash but rich
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from my rock
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Ingenuity a must, Sir Vicious
Just don't think of it as love
It's only lust
On the block, I'll spot ya, suckers
I drop ya
Girl, I got ya cause my words rock ya
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When I start a rhyme,
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brothers come in fear
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Their girl will leave them
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Come close to hear sir Vicious Just Ice
They know that I'm fresh
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Hear my voice on vinyl
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Then touch me in the flesh
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All I do is wink, make the girl think
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Of puttin' her man right on the brink
Submit her feelings to my slightest whim
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Take her to my dressin' room
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And get busy again
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I under stand why broth ers don't
Like my presence when it comes to a girl
I'm the most pressin'
It's the truth and facts
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With power that's packed
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Like you're hooked on cracks
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Nah, you ain't jack, shit
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Counterfeit, you're illegitim ate
Bitch got a wobble for a walk
A swagger for a switch
Imitators of the world know that it's a must
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To have a body, a brain,
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a name like the Just
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If you think that's all,
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I got somethin' left
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It's my music on legs,
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what's your name?
(DMX) i'm gonna ask you a question
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I want a straight answer
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No jiving and playin',
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I'm serious as cancer
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I've met a lot of MCs
Who are jokers and pranksters
(Yes, but you are the Hip
Hop Gangster)
To switch around the answer
Bring it right to the top
Sir Vicious Just Ice,
the gangster of hip- hop
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Use a rhyme for a gun,
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intellect for a bullet
My nasty crafty ways will execute
It to the fullest commence to
say a rhyme
And suckers will log it
The freshest shit you wrote was
Whole heap of stink garbage
Got a witness by my side, the truth to tell
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You can ask BI, my brother Shamel
Just come to a party
Watch me raise some hell
Comin' straight from Brooklyn where
The warriors dwell get my
point across well
And keep it together
For a sucker MC, I'm just plain terror
If that's not enough,
hold on for a second
DMX and KRS is the best, I reckon
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But if you want to save
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this for a rainy day
Hol' up,
that's the fucking part right there
Dis tragic Magic, and throw him away
'Cause we're not down
together as no big fam
With a scheme that's mean,
it will be a scam
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Like I'm planning and plotting
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So suckers start rotting
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You're fiend ing for a break,
a music junkie
You're nodding
I'm an MC instructor, a musical conductor
A rappin' destructor
Put your rhyme in a gutter
Where they belong,
'cause your shit is weak
So for all you pussyclots
Just lick the street
I exceed prodigies of the
highest degree
Plateau, so you know that I'm the epitome
Of words and lyrics that
Oppose and are against
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The master of the phrase
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The king of a sentence
Clear as a crystal or hazy like a blur
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If you don't know my name
I think you'd better call me Sir
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Ad dress me with respect
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Now your feelings are sus picious
Precise Just Ice, another word for Vi cious
Get up on the mic then I reach my peak
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Might take four days or even a week
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'Cause I'm fresh as ice
or tender as a kiss
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You can say Just Ice or say Justice
Don't try to revoke the
words I spoke
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You take heed from the wise
Cause I never choke
I will never ever diss you, but it will seem
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When I say that the end
justi fies the means
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To challenge or oppose,
no one really knows
Won't laugh at my wrath 'cause
The pain will show
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Explain my skill, it's one hell of a task
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All the sci ence goes on
But how long can you last?
I'm the exalted pressin'
ruler of my empire
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And with my skills, I move a level higher
Check your steps,
be sure you don't front
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'Cause the way that you rhyme
You ain't nothing but a puppy punk
Gonna do my thing
Comin' straight from the heart
And inject my song,
leave my trademark
'Cause I'm a gangster
and you're not
You're a sucker and I rock, run it up
Verse 3
'Bout ya run, come call me
But make sure you can pay me
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'Bout ya run, come call me
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But make sure you can pay me
'Cause I can't take no grass
To fill up mi rass
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I can't take no loss be cause
I need my Moss
Quietize, run we in a jam this is it, peace
Now, you do all that other shit
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