Kunci: G major•
Verse 1
Eb
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Yeah! Right about now motherfuckers
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is layin for a nigga like me Ice- T
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To bust some freestyle shit...
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but I don't do that
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I just cold lounge up here
at the Ammo Dump
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With my nigga Alladdin, SLJ, LP
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and my nigga Henry G
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Yeah, we do the shit like this
Verse 2
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The card after the ace is deuce
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So cut the nigga loose on the 3
That's me
The motherfuckin T
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I got ride on my surfboard
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But only buy the shit that
I can't afford
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That's why I truck big fat rings
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Cause in the motherland gold is for kings
Punks who try to act up
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Do a world tour
Watch the big bank stack up
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Motherfuckers get dropped
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I got an ill left and a right fist
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Make mistakes
and you'll lose
Or you might die
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Cause I'm the wrong Ice for
your bruise
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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
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I give a fuck about a cop or a G- man
G
Eb
Their breath smellin like semen
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I catch em in the alley all alone
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Eb
Pop! Pop! Pop! To the dome
Verse 3
G
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the G- style
Gangsta style
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Verse 4
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G Style, The gangsta talk
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I got a teflon .9
And it eats vest
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I take a motherfucker out quick
Just for talkin shit
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Ride Rolls
Eb
Catch hoes like a mit t
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LA, Atlanta, New York
Yo, my shit rocks
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Chi- town, Miami, Detroit
I get much props
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Because I roll with the hardcore G
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Every street's the same
street to me
That I get hit
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Motherfuckers try to flip
Move and slip
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Close the eyes and catch a fuckin clip
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Not in the ghetto no more
But I do hang
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Got a black game
Eb
And it's sittin on them thangs
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I kick the game from the street
G
Eb
Tighten up my knockas with a big lead
Interlude 1
G
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Eb
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Verse 5
G
I write my raps with extreme speed
G
Eb
I take the pen and make pads bleed
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Eb
A
My mind clicks to Homocide
Bullets fly
Ladies cry
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Some nights I can't right
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Stare at the blue lines
I think I'm a go blind
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Then the beat becomes me
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And write a whole fuckin LP
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G Style, the gangsta talk
Cause it's my thing
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Packed with guns
And drugs
And lots of street slang
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A- B- C- D- E- F, and LAPD
Words from a motherfuckin OG
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Ammo Dump pumps the sounds
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that you bump in your trunk
What'cha made of?
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Pull the pin
Set the grenade off
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Blastin sounds out ya jeep
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On every city street, nigga
Interlude 2
Straight gangsta beat
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Verse 6
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Many like to dress the style,
and act hardcore
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Many motherfuckers are
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I like to lay in the cut
In a nightclub
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But I gets loved, mack, cool
I scope the freak with the mad backs
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Hit her with the gangsta style
Eb
A
Cool, relaxed, bam
A
Bump Too $hort, let her know
G
Eb
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Right off the top, what's my sport
You think wrong
You got it goin on, baby doll?
Eb
G
But I won't sing you no love song
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You either love me
Or you don't
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You're either rollin tonight
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She likes the style
Cause it don't bullshit around
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Tounge in my ear, real slow
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Eb
I gotta flip into a ill mode
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Eb
Pack a clip full of hype tracks
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Music for the hardcore beatdown
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No weak pop shit
Strictly underground
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And if you don't like the style,
as I get wreck
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Ease back nigga,
Eb
catch a knife through the neck
Outro 1
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