G style de Ice T

Yeah!
Right about now ************s is layin for a ***** like me Ice-T
to bust some freestyle ****... but I don't do that
I just cold lounge up here at the Ammo Dump
with my ***** Alladdin, SLJ, LP and my ***** Henry G
Yeah, we do the **** like this

The card after the ace is deuce
So cut the ***** loose on the 3
That's me
The **********in T
I got ride on my surfboard
Rhyme hard
But only buy the **** 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
************s get dropped with 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 with my *****z
Mostly for squeezin triggas
I call em homies
Pigs call em crooks
So I write and put bucks on they books
I give a **** about a cop or a G-man
They all talk ****
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

G Style, The gangsta talk
I got a teflon .9
And it eats vest
I take a ************ out quick
Just for talkin ****
Ride Rolls
Catch hoes like a mitt
LA, Atlanta, New York
Yo, my **** 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 bullshit
I don't quit
Writin a rhyme fit
KKK pray each day
That I get hit
************s try to flip on the Icepick
Move and slip
Close the eyes and catch a ****in 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

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 Homocide
Bullets fly
Ladies cry
A lot of people die
Some nights I can't right
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 ****in 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-be-see-D-E-F, and LAPD
Words from a **********in 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, *****
Straight gangsta beat

It's the G-style
Gangsta style

Many like to dress the style, and act hardcore
Many ************s 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 bullshit 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 ****
Strictly underground
And if you don't like the style, as I get wreck
Ease back *****, catch a knife through the neck

It's the G-style
Gangsta style