G Style Lyrics - Home Invasion - Ice T

Intro: 

Yeah! Right about now motherfuckers is layin for a nigga like me Ice-T 

to bust some freestyle shit... but I don't do that 

I just cold lounge up here at the Ammo Dump 

with my nigga Alladdin, SLJ, LP and my nigga Henry G 

Yeah, we do the shit like this 

Verse One: 

The card after the ace 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 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-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 

Chorus: 

It's the G-style 

Gangsta style 

Verse 2: 

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 

LA, Atlanta, New York 

Yo, my shit 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 

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 

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 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 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-be -see-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 

Chorus 

Verse Four: 

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 $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 shit 

Strictly underground 

And if you don't like the style, as I get wreck 

Ease back nigga, catch a knife through the neck 

Chorus