G Style Lyrics

G Style lyrics

Talk:
Yeah! Rightabot now motherfuckers is layin for a nigga like me
Ice-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!