G Style

Talk: Yeah! Rightabot now motherfuckers is layin for a nigga like meIce-T to bust some freesyle shit... but I don't do that I just cold lounge up here at the Ammo Dump with my nigga Alladin, SLJ, LP and my nigga Henry G Yeah, we do the shit like this Verse 1: The card after the ace is is deuce So cut the nigga loose on the 3 That's me The motherfuckin T I got ride on my surfboard Rhyme hard But only buy the shit that I can't afford That's everything That's why I ruck big fat rings Cause in the motherland gold is for kings I got backup to jack up Punks who try to act up Do a world tour, watch the big bank stack up Motherfuckers get dropped wit the quickness, ?? I got an ill left and a right fist Make mistakes and you'll lose or you might die Cause I'm the wrong Ice for your bruise and that's no lie Meanwhile the penile is stacked to the top wit my niggas Mostly for squeezin triggas I call em homies Pigs call em crooks So I write and both and put bucks on they books I give a fuck about a cop or a G-man They all talk shit Their breath smellin like semen I catch em in the alley all alone Put em in the prone Pop! Pop! Pop! To the dome It's the G Style Gangsta Style Cerse 2: G Style, the gangsta talk on the phone flex (?) I got a teflon .9 And it eats vest I take a motherfucker out quick Just for talkin shit Ride Rolls Catch hoes like a mitt LA, Atlanta, New York Yo, my shit rocks Chi-Town, Miami, Detroit I get much props Because I roll with the hardcore, gee Every street's the same to me I don't bullshit I don't quit Writin a rhyme fit KKK pray each day That I get hit Motherfuckers try to flip on the Icepick Move and slip Close the eyes and catch a fuckin clip Not in the ghetto no more but I do hang Got a black game and it's sittin on them thangs I kick the game from the street Not the slamma Tighten up my knockas with a big lead hammer It's the G-Style Gangsta Style Verse 3: Some of the times I write my raps with extreme speed Some of the times I take the pen and make pads bleed My minds clicks to Homocide Bullets fly Ladies cry A lotta people die Some nights I can't write Stare at the blue lines, I think I'ma go blind Then the beat becomes me Sit in the dark and write a whole fuckin LP G-Style, the gangsta talk Never near soft Hard as a knockout bout It's no sellout I keep crime in my rhyme Cause it's my thing Packed with guns and drugs and lots of street slang A-B-C-D-E-F, and L.A.P.D. Words from a motherfuckin O.G. Ammo Dump pumps the sounds that you bump in your trunk So turn it up punk What'cha fraid of? What'cha made of? Pull the pin Set the grenade off Blastin sounds out ya jeep On every city street, nigga Straight gangsta beat It's the G-Style Gangsta Style Verse 4: Many like to dress the style and act hardcore Many motherfuckers are and they crack jaws I like to lay in the cut in a night club Don't smoke bud Drink suds But I gets loved, mack, cool I scope the freak with the mad backs Hit her with the gangsta style Cool, relaxed, bam Put her in the Benz Bump to short, let her know Right off the top, what's my sport You think long You think wrong You got it goin on, baby doll But I won't sing you no love song You either love me or you don't You're either rollin tonight or you won't She likes the style Cause it don't bullshit around Tounge in my ear, real slow And then it went down I gotta flip into a ill mode Pack a clip full of hype tracks and then unload Music for the hardcore beatdown No weak pop shit Strictly underground And if you don't like the style, as I get wreck Ease back a nigga, catch a knife through the neck It's the G-Style Gangsta Style Talk: Yeah, this is goin out to all the hardcore motherfuckers out there representin it. I'm talkin about the niggas out there bringin the noise. Motherfuckers like PE, my main nigga Ice Cube, the ghetto boy, naughty by nature, EP motherfuckin MD, my homegirls, yo, yo, and MC Light, that's a fact, all to fuckin magnetics, BDP, my nigga Tim Doll, Eric P and my Kim, and my main motherfucker from up north to short. Yeah! The G Style. My name is Ice motherfuckin T, and all you weak ass played out suckas, out there talkin that weak soft ass shit, can kiss my black ass. This is G Style mothafucka!