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mother standing in the welfare line the way that you survive is crime my life is over so i might as well speak my mind lover: ice-t is the first west-coast gangster act. reality rap. 6:00 in the morning, police at my door. ice-t did it way before n.w.a. did it. straight outta compton crazy [bleep] named ice cube from the gang called niggaz with attitudes when i m called off, i got a sawed off squeeze the trigger and bodies are hauled off you too, boy, if you [bleep] with me man: the los angeles rap group n.w.a. drew fire from police because its album, straight outta compton , talked in brutal and vulgar language about retaliating against cops for their anti-gang sweeps in the l.a. area. lover: n.w.a. gave us a gritty, grimy, gang-banging streets of compton. this is what s going on with us. as i leave, believe i m stompin but when i come back, boy i m coming straight outta compton