Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cramp Your Style, artist - Ice T. Album song VI: Return Of The Real, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 19.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cramp Your Style |
| (I cramp your style |
| With a bullet and a smile) --] Onyx |
| 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? |
| 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 ot 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 |
| 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 |