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!