G Style

Yeah, right about now

Motherfuckers is layin for a nigga like me,

Ice-TTo bust some freestyle shit but

I don't do that

I just cold lounge up here at the ammo dump

With my nigga

Aladdin, S

LJ, LP and my nigga

Henry GYeah, we do the shit like this

The card after the ace is deuce

So cut the nigga loose on the 3

That's me, the motherfuckin',

TI got ride on my surfboard, rhyme hard

But only buy the shit 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

Motherfuckers 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 niggaz, mostly for squeezin' triggas

I call 'em homies, pigs call 'em crooks

So I write and put bucks on they books

I give a fuck about a cop or a

G manThey 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

G style, the gangsta talk,

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

L.A., Atlanta,

New York, yo, my shit rocks

Chi-town,

Miami, Detroit,

I get much props

Because I roll with the hardcore

GEvery street's the same street to me

I don't bullshit,

I don't quit writin' a rhyme fit

K K K pray each day that

I get hitMotherfuckers try to flip on the

IcepickMove and slip, close the eyes and catch a fuckin' clip

Not in the ghetto no more but

I do hangGot 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 homicide, 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 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 LAPD

Words from a motherfuckin'

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, nigga, straight gangsta beat

It's the G-style

Gangsta style

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 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 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

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 beat down

No weak pop shit, strictly underground

And if you don't like the style as

I get wreck

Ease back nigga, catch a knife through the neck

It's the G-style

Gangsta style