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Ice-t - Cramp Your Style Şarkı Sözleri (i cramp your style with a bullet and a smile) --> onyx [verse 1] ugh, niggas on the d-l casin me out truckin my jewels, feelin for the tools when they come they gots to come correct because they know i catch wreck a well-known wild street vet step into the kill zone, baby, it´s on i pack the twin nine-mills that´ll lift your dome chrome pump with double-eyed slots and such a fully-auto mac-dime that is sure to touch ya, bust you with the desert eagle street legal, move against my peole and the ice gets evil hit you with the.44 smith & wes- son, you´re best to run cause my tec eats pests i got a glock with the laser, hot police taser step in real close, i hit your throat with the razor you wanna live or die, it´s your decision talk shit, you´re dissin, i got you in my night vision brain fragments on the street released another nigga fronts hard, another nigga deceased i got a h.k., a.k. and a m-16 a 12-gauge street sweeper with the circular clip quick to let projectiles fly, you die and watch your fat moms cry - bull´s eye (i cramp your style with a bullet and a smile) --> onyx what you think all the guns is for? [verse 2] what´s up, niggas don´t seem to hear still lookin crazy, let me make this clear fool, the ice ain´t havin it and when i let loose lead, believe i´m accurate fat scope on a 30???6 sawed-off double barrel and a pistol grip pump on my lap at all times i fill my gauge shells with nickels and dimes thompson center spittin.45 slugs black mac-11, python.357 snub-nose.38 or.380 seventy automatic, full metal jackets hollow points comin atcha fast you feel the slug before you hear the blast (i cramp your style with a bullet and a smile) --> onyx muthafuckas frontin hard lookin at niggas crazy and shit make a nigga break nigga don´t want me to pull out [verse 3] i don´t like shootin but i do shoot straight niggas i be rollin with will shoot up a wake why you wanna step in the sights of a nigga known hair trigger, the coroner delivers more cold bodies to the morgue each weekend one minute you bleed, the next minute you´re leakin best to listen close cause this ain´t no boast and never forget that i leave you wet bloody, sticky, holes in your dickey´s oh what a pity, lookin all shitty my winchester will get the best of ya hand grenades will fade all the rest of ya i reach out and touch you with the parabellum you got a crew, you better tell em |
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