"The Ice Opinion - Who Gives a Fuck?" Ice T, 1994






Audiobook
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Title: The Ice Opinion - Who Gives a Fuck?
Authors: Ice-T
Publisher: Audio Select
Year: 1994
Medium: 3 x CD

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Chapters:

Disc 1 - Who Gives A Fuck

01 - Preface
02 - The Jungle Creed
03 - The Killing Fields
04 - Crime And Punishment

Disc 2 - A Pimps Guide To Sex Rap And God

01 - Men - Women And Sex
02 - Rap - The Art Of Shit Talkin
03 - Religion - One Percent Nation

Disc 3 - Ya Shoulda Killed Me Last Year

01 - Racism
02 - Riots And Revolution
03 - The Controversy
04 - The Future - No Fear

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Ice T - The Ice Opinion

Book


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Title: The Ice Opinion - Who Gives a Fuck?
Authors: Ice-T and Heidi Sigmund
Publisher: St Martins Press
Year: February 1st 1994
Number of pages: 199

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This is an excerpt from the book, the text was also used for the inner cover of Ice T´s 12" „Gotta Lotta Love“ (Rhyme $yndicate, 1994)

"All these gangs have their own hand signals. A Hoover Crip would
throw two fingers down and put another finger across, to look like
an UH." The Crips hold up a UC." A Blood will make his finger look
like a "B". Even the hand signals are intricate. They can tell each
other to f**k off from one set to another by throwing up their
signals.
When a gang member gets ready for battle or goes hard-core
gangbanging, they call that loc-ing Going loc. Loc-ing up. All of a
sudden the beanies will get down crazy and their pants will sag,
the sunglasses are on. It's the equivalent of Native Americans going
on the warpath.
I've been to parties where my homies were chillin', and even though
they were in a gang, they're low-key. And a fight will break out and
immediately my guys go on loc. Their hats flip up and they're ready
to pop. They spread the gang energy and start vibing off each other.
Even if I didn't come out and say I was in a Crip set, a gang member
reading this book will naturally know because a Blood would never use
the word "loc." When it became public I was involved in a Crip gang,
interviewers asked me which set I was affiliated with. I still don't
think it's to anybody's advantage for me to publicly represent a set
I don't want to be responsible for somebody targeting that set for
any reason. You have to remember, this is no joke on the street.
People live and die over their colors.
I also run into problems when I talk to Brims about the gang truce
that started in April of '92. They might not want to listen to me
because I'm not in their set. Bangers would feel me out first by
asking what set I was with, and each time I would tell them it's
irrelevant, because now I'm trying to work for everybody.
"Oh, so you was a Blood?" they'd ask.
"F**k a Blood," I'd snap. It's an immediate response, because a lot
of my friends got killed by Bloods. A lot of my friends. The last
time we were on the road, one of my buddies' brother got killed in
gang violence. We had to do everything we could just to keep him
from retaliating, because my buddy knew who the murderer was.
His brother had called 911 right before he got shot and named the
killer. And I really felt bad for my buddy, because I used to be so
emotional. I would just go on autopilot, and you couldn't talk to
me. That's exactly what happens to these kids. They just go crazy.
When you don't retaliate, you're just sitting around waiting,
waiting on justice to be served.
The question is, will he get justice? Will these guys go to jail?
Will they get served? Or will he have to issue his own form of
justice?
Try to put yourself in the position of losing your sister or your
brother. You'd be crazy with revenge, driving around the streets
asking people, "Do you know who killed my brother?" Once you find
out, your response is, "F**k them. Just f**k them. And their whole
set." That's when you got a gang situation. All of it is really,
really deep, and there aren't any simple solutions.

Gang divisions are called sets. A gang member will ask you, "What
set are you from?" Meaning, "Are you a Crip? Are you a Westside
Crip? A Rollin' 60s Crip? Eight-Tray Gangsters? Avalon Gardens?
Project Watts?"
Some of the gangs' basic characteristics are: The Crips wear blue,
the Brims wear red. The Crips call you cuz. The Brims call you
blood. The Crip has his left ear pierced. The Brim has his right ear
pierced.
The gangbanger clothes are all based on the cheapest shit in the
stores. Bandanas. Shoelaces. The Mexican kids wear pressed T-shirts;
they even iron a crease in them. They wear khakis and corduroy house
shoes that cost five or ten dollars. They wear Pendleton shirts that
last forever. The entire dress code consists of inexpensive items,
but they press them and turn their dress into something that's
honorable 'cause this is all they got.
Even the lowriders were a result of kids being broke. They couldn't
afford to buy a new car, so they took the car they had and turned it
into a flamboyant piece of art that's theirs. They took an old '60s
Chevy and put some rims on it, added a custom interior and a custom
paint job and made it the coolest car in the neighborhood. When they
began adding hydraulic systems, lowriding even became a sport.
In black gangs, anything that's not a Crip is a Blood. This means
the Blood gangs weren't all necessarily connected. You'd have the
Bounty Hunters, Pirus, Denver Lanes, Villains, Swans. But they
didn't get along together, and the lack of unity made them less
potent than the Crip gang.
As the gangs evolved, the Crip gangs became so wild and notorious
they started to prey on themselves and divide among their own sets.
The Grape Street Crips in Watts would be at war with the Rollin'
60s. (The numbers, like the "60s", correspond to the street blocks.
The street area where the gang activity would happen would not be
too far from the west of Crenshaw Boulevard, all the way to the east
as far as Long Beach Boulevard, and back into Watts. So when you
hear people talk about the 20s, the "20" refers to 20th through 29th
streets.)
The 30s go all the way across town, but the actual gang, the 30s,
lives right around Western and the South Central police station. The
40s were the hustlers. They were the closest thing to non-gang
members out of all the blocks. These were the kids who were out
there gambling. They thought they were a little slicker than gang
members.
Out of ten blocks, one street would be poppin' and a gang would be
named after it. You had Five-Deuce (52 Hoover) Crips, Eight-Tray
Crips. Before there were a Rollin' 60s and 74 Hoover - that's the
hot spot of the Crip gang - they used to have a gang called 7459
Hoover Crips, which meant everything from 74th to 59th streets. And
each set would have an east or a west side, like-the 74 Hoover
Westside or the 74 Hoover Eastside.

Gangs were born out of this chaos - the inner city. When you grow,
up in South Central, and you've never had anything in your life you
control, you seek control. Gangs offer you ultimate control to do
what you want. Just getting that for a minute is very intoxicating.
Gang members are out there trying to control their own little world.
It's only a little tiny place. It may not look like much to you - an
alley, a street - but it's like a country to them. It's easy for
outsiders to say it's just a little block, but a lot of those kids
won't leave that block for years, and in some cases their entire
lives. It's theirs. That becomes their whole world. Everybody wants
to have power over their world.
I'm no authority on how gang warfare got started, but it's a real
war. Lots of people don't see that. They just think it's stupid kids
out there shooting at each other. If that's the case, then any war
can be regarded as such.
Try to just imagine somebody in your family getting killed by a
neighbor, maybe a teenager across the street. The police come to
your door, take down the information, and don't do anything about
it. Each day after that, you gotta look at these same people. Would
you go over there and kill them?
I don't know. Maybe you would, maybe you wouldn't. There's a
definite point where a feud begins. Once it starts, it's not easy to
stop. You have a little baby my son's age growing up, and he'll put
on clothes and somebody will step to him and say, "What is he doing
wearing that red shirt?" A Blood -a guy from another gang - may have
killed this guy's uncle. So because of this, your kid grows up in
the 'hood not wearing a red T-shirt.
I've literally had friends come to my. house and question what my
baby boy, Ice, was wearing. "Why you putting him in this color? Why
he wearing that?" I tell them, "Nigga, Ice ain't tripping with
that." And they'll say, "Yeah, yeah. I'm just playing, but why don't
you put him in this blue shirt?"
The gang scene in Los Angeles is extremely complicated and
deep-rooted. The Hispanic gangs have been banging for far more years
than any of the black gangs. The black gangs began to form after the
Watts riots in '65, after so many brothers were thrown in jail.
I first came in contact with gangs in 1974, when I started going to
Crenshaw High School. I saw this one group of guys hanging out
together, and I wanted to know what was going on. They were the
unit. At this point, I unknowingly got connected in with the Crips.
When you go to school, and you start hanging out with friends from
one neighborhood, this immediately becomes your gang. These guys had
come from Horace Mann Junior High School, and they were part of the
first generation of black gangs. Across town was a gang called the
Brims, which are called the Bloods now. I then started to learn all
about the different groups and their idiosyncrasies."



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