T Ice - G Style lyrics

Talk:
Yea! Rightabot now motherf*ckers is layin for a nigga like me Ice-T
to bust some freesyle shit... but I do not do that
I just cold lounge up here at the Ammo Dump with my nigga
Alladin, SLJ, LP & my nigga Henry G
Yea, 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 is me
The motherf*ckin T
I got ride on my surfboard
Rhyme hard
But only buy the shit that I cannot afford
That is everything
That is 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
Motherf*ckers get dropped wit the quickness, ??
I got an ill left & a right fist
Make mistakes & you will lose or you might die
Cause I am the wrong Ice for your bruise & that is 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 & both & put bucks on they books
I give a f*ck 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 is 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 motherf*cker 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 do not bullshit
I do not quit
Writin a rhyme fit
KKK pray each day
That I get hit
Motherf*ckers try to flip on the Icepick
Move & slip
Close the eyes & catch a f*ckin clip
Not in the ghetto no more but I do hang
Got a black game & it is sittin on them thangs
I kick the game from the street
Not the slamma
Tighten up my knockas with a big lead hammer

It is 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 & make pads bleed
My minds clicks to Homocide
Bullets fly
Ladies cry
A lotta people die
Some nights I cannot write
Stare at the blue lines, I think I ama go blind
Then the beat becomes me
Sit in the dark & write a whole f*ckin LP
G-Style, the gangsta talk
Never near soft
Hard as a knockout bout
It is no sellout
I keep crime in my rhyme
Cause it is my thing
Packed with guns & drugs & lots of street slang
A-B-C-D-E-F, & L.A.P.D.
Words from a motherf*ckin 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 is the G-Style
Gangsta Style

Verse 4:
Many like to dress the style & act hardcore
Many motherf*ckers are & 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 would not sing you no love song
You either love me or you do not
You are either rollin tonight or you will not
She likes the style
Cause it don´t bullshit around
Tounge in my ear, real slow
And then it went down
I´ve got to flip into a ill mode
Pack a clip full of hype tracks & then unload
Music for the hardcore beatdown
No weak pop shit
Strictly underground
And if you do not like the style, as I get wreck
Ease back a nigga, catch a knife through the neck

It is the G-Style
Gangsta Style

Talk:
Yea, this is goin out to all the hardcore motherf*ckers
out there representin it. I am talkin about the niggas out there
bringin the noise. Motherf*ckers like PE, my main nigga
Ice Cube, the ghetto boy, naughty by nature,
EP motherf*ckin MD, my homegirls, yo, yo, & MC Light,
that is a fact, all to f*ckin magnetics, BDP, my nigga
Tim Doll, Eric P & my Kim, & my main motherf*cker from
up north to short. Yea! The G Style.
My name is Ice motherf*ckin T, & all you weak ass
played out suckas, out there talkin that weak soft ass shit,
can kiss my black ass.
This is G Style mothaf*cka!


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