Intro:



Yeah! Right About Now Motherf**kers 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 Motherf**kin 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

Motherf**kers 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 F**k 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 Motherf**ker 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

Motherf**kers Try To Flip On The Icepick

Move And Slip

Close The Eyes And Catch A F**kin Clip

Not In The Ghetto No More