Tank Girl: Original Soundtrack from the United Artists Film	Ice-T - Greatest Hits: The Evidence	O.G. Original Gangster	Power

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Title:	Cramp Your Style	Artist:	Ice T	Album:	VI: Return Of The Real
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Thanks to jostmatt@bluewin.ch for these lyrics. (I cramp your style With a bullet and a smile) --> Onyx [ VERSE 1 ] Truckin my jewels, feelin for the tools Ugh, niggas on the d-l casin me out When they come they gots to come correct A well-known wild street vet Because they know I catch wreck 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- I got a glock with the laser, hot police taser Son, you're best to run cause my Tec eats pests You wanna live or die, it's your decision Step in real close, I hit your throat with the razor Talk shit, you're dissin, i got you in my night vision Brain fragments on the street released I got a H.K., A.K. and a M-16 Another nigga fronts hard, another nigga deceased 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 [ VERSE 2 ] Still lookin crazy, let me make this clear And when I let loose lead, believe I'm accurate Fool, the Ice ain't havin it 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 Seventy Automatic, full metal jackets Black Mac-11, Python .357 Snub-nose .38 or .380 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 Known hair trigger, the coroner delivers More cold bodies to the morgue each weekend Why you wanna step in the sights of a nigga Best to listen close cause this ain't no boast One minute you bleed, the next minute you're leakin Bloody, sticky, holes in your Dickey's And never forget that I leave you wet My Winchester will get the best of ya Oh what a pity, lookin all shitty 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