I'll cramp ya style with a bullet and a smile

Ugh, niggas on the DL casing me out

Hawking my jewels, feeling for their tools

When they come they got 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'm packing twin nine-mills that'll lift ya dome

Chrome pump with double-aught slugs and such

A fully auto MAC dime that is sure to touch ya

Bust ya with the Desert Eagle, street legal

Move against my people and the ice gets evil

Hit ya with the 44 Smith and Wess'

Son, you best to run 'cause my Tec eats vest

I got a Glock with a laser, hot police Taser

Step in real close, I'll hit ya throat with the razor

You wanna live or die, it's your decision

Talk shit, ya dissing, I got ya in my night vision

Brain fragments on the street police

Another nigga fronts hard, another nigga deceased

I got a HK, AK and a M-16

A 12-gauge street sweeper with the circular clip

Quick to let projectiles fly, ya die

And watch ya fat moms cry, haha, bullseye

I'll cramp ya style with a bullet and a smile

What you think all the guns is fo'?

I'll cramp ya style with a bullet and a smile

What you think all the guns is fo'?

What's up? Niggas don't seem to hear

Still looking crazy, let me make this clear

Fool, the ice ain't having it

And when I let loose lead believe I'm accurate, huh

Fat scope on the 30-ought-six

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 sub spitting.45 slugs

Black MAC-11, Python.357

Snub-nose.38 or.380

Semi-automatic, full metal jackets

Hollow points coming at ya fast

You'll feel the slug before you hear the blast

I'll cramp ya style with a bullet and a smile

What you think all the guns is fo'?

I'll cramp ya style with a bullet and a smile

What you think all the guns is fo'?

Motherfuckers fronting hard

Looking at niggas crazy and shit

Make a motherfucker break

Nigga don't want me to pull out

I don't like shooting but I do shoot straight

Niggas I be rolling 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 ya breathing, next minute ya leaking

Best to listen close 'cause this ain't no boasting

Never forget that I leave ya wet

Bloody, sticky holes in ya Dickie

Oh, what a pity, looking all shitty

My Winchester will get the best of ya

Hand grenades will fade all the rest of ya

I reach out and touch ya with the Parabellum

You got a crew, you better tell 'em

I'll cramp ya style with a bullet and a smile

What you think all the guns is fo'?

I'll cramp ya style with a bullet and a smile

What you think all the guns is fo'?

Cramp Your Style

Ice-T

Текст песни Cramp Your Style - Ice-T