Ice T - Cramp Your Style Lyrics
(I cramp your styleWith a bullet and a smile) --> onyx[ verse 1 ]Ugh, niggas on the d-l casin me outTruckin my jewels, feelin for the toolsWhen they come they gots to come correctBecause they know I catch wreckA well-known wild street vetStep into the kill zone, baby, its onI pack the twin nine-mills thatll lift your domeChrome pump with double-eyed slots and suchA fully-auto mac-dime that is sure to touchYa, bust you with the desert eagleStreet legal, move against my peoleAnd the ice gets evilHit you with the .44 smith & wes-Son, youre best to run cause my tec eats pestsI got a glock with the laser, hot police taserStep in real close, I hit your throat with the razorYou wanna live or die, its your decisionTalk shit, youre dissin, I got you in my night visionBrain fragments on the street releasedAnother nigga fronts hard, another nigga deceasedI got a h.k., a.k. and a m-16A 12-gauge street sweeper with the circular clipQuick to let projectiles fly, you dieAnd watch your fat moms cry - bulls eye(I cramp your styleWith a bullet and a smile) --> onyxWhat you think all the guns is for?[ verse 2 ]Whats up, niggas dont seem to hearStill lookin crazy, let me make this clearFool, the ice aint havin itAnd when I let loose lead, believe Im accurateFat scope on a 30? ? ? 6Sawed-off double barrel and a pistol gripPump on my lap at all timesI fill my gauge shells with nickels and dimesThompson center spittin .45 slugsBlack mac-11, python .357Snub-nose .38 or .380Seventy automatic, full metal jacketsHollow points comin atcha fastYou feel the slug before you hear the blast(I cramp your styleWith a bullet and a smile) --> onyxMutha*****as frontin hardLookin at niggas crazy and shitMake a nigga breakNigga dont want me to pull out[ verse 3 ]I dont like shootin but I do shoot straightNiggas I be rollin with will shoot up a wakeWhy you wanna step in the sights of a niggaKnown hair trigger, the coroner deliversMore cold bodies to the morgue each weekendOne minute you bleed, the next minute youre leakinBest to listen close cause this aint no boastAnd never forget that I leave you wetBloody, sticky, holes in your dickeysOh what a pity, lookin all shittyMy winchester will get the best of yaHand grenades will fade all the rest of yaI reach out and touch you with the parabellumYou got a crew, you better tell em
