G Style Ice-T

[Intro]
Yeah! Right about now motherfuckers 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 Aladdin, 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 next on the 3
That's me, the motherfuckin T
I got juice, I 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
Muthafuckas get dropped with the quickness
Dig this, 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 niggas
Mostly for squeezin triggas
I call em homies, pigs call em crooks
So I write kites and put bucks on they books
I give a fuck 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