G Style lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah! Right about now motherf*ckers is layin for a n*gga like me Ice-T
To bust some freestyle sh*t... but I don't do that
I just cold lounge up here at the Ammo Dump
With my n*gga Aladdin, SLJ, LP and my n*gga Henry G
Yeah, we do the sh*t like this

[Verse One]
The card after the ace is deuce
So cut the n*gga loose next on the 3
That's me, the motherf*ckin T
I got juice, I ride on my surfboard
Rhyme hard
But only buy the sh*t that I can't afford
That's everything, that's why I truck 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
Muthaf*ckas get dropped with the quickness
Dig this, 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 with my n*ggas
Mostly for squeezin triggas
I call em homies, pigs call em crooks
So I write kites and put bucks on they books
I give a f*ck about a cop or a G-man
They all talk sh*t, their breath smellin like semen
I catch em in the alley all alone
Put em in the prone
Pop! Pop! Pop! To the dome
[Chorus]
It's the G-style
Gangsta style

[Verse 2]
G Style, the gangsta talk on the full flex
I got a teflon .9 and it eats vests
I take a motherf*cker out quick just for poppin' sh*t
Ride Rolls, catch hoes like a mitt
LA, Atlanta, New York yo my sh*t rocks
Chi-town, Miami, Detroit I get much props
Because I roll with the hardcore G
Every street's the same street to me
I don't bullsh*t, I don't quit, write in a rhyme fit
KKK pray each day that I get hit
Motherf*ckers try to flip on the Icepick
Move and slip, close the eyes and catch a f*ckin clip
Not in the ghetto no more but I do hang
Got a black phone and it's sittin on them thangs
I kick the game from the street not the slammer
Tighten up my knockas with a big lead hammer

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
Some of the times I write my raps with extreme speed
Some of the times I take the pen and make pads bleed
My mind clicks to Homicide
Bullets fly, ladies cry, a lot of people die
Some nights I can't write
Stare at the blue lines, I think I'm-a go blind
Then the beat becomes me
Sit in the dark and write a whole f*ckin' 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 LAPD
Words from a motherf*ckin OG
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, n*gga
Straight gangsta beat
[Chorus]

[Verse Four]

Many like to dress the style, and act hardcore
Many motherf*ckers are and they crack jaws
I like to lay in the cut in a nightclub
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 Too $hort, 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 bullsh*t around
Tongue 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 sh*t, strictly underground
And if you don't like the style as I get wreck
Ease back n*gga, catch a knife through the neck
[Chorus]

Yeah, this is going out to all the hardcore motherf*ckers out there representin' it. I'm talkin about the n*ggas out there bringin the noise. Motherf*ckers like P.E., my main n*gga Ice Cube, the Geto Boys, Naughty by Nature, EP-motherf*ckin-MD, my homegirls Yo-Yo and MC Lyte, Das EFX, Ultra-muthaf*ckin'-Magnetics, BDP, my n*gga Tim Dog, Eric P and Rakim, and my main motherf*cker from up north Too $hort. Yeah! The G Style. My name is Ice motherf*ckin T, and all you weak ass played out suckas, out there talkin that weak soft ass sh*t, can kiss my black ass. This is G Style muthaf*cka!