Artist: Ice-T f/ EJ Evil E the Great, Trigger Tha Gambler (SMG) Album: Gang Culture (Recorded Live in Europe) * Song: Cramp Your Style (Live) Typed by: dy_face@yahoo.com * Originally performed Live At The Miles Davis Hall, Montreux, Switzerland on July 10th, 1995 [Intro/Chorus: Trigger Tha Gambler] I cramp your style, with a bullet and a smile I cramp your style, with a bullet and a smile I cramp your style, with a bullet and a smile I cramp your style, with a bullet and a smile (Yeah!) I cramp your style, with a bullet and a smile I cramp your style, with a bullet and a smile I cramp your style, with a bullet and a smile I cramp your style, with a bullet and a smile I cramp your style, with a bullet and a smile (Check it, UHH!) [Verse One: Ice-T] Niggaz on the DL, casing me out Hawking my jewels, feeling for their 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 (UHH!) Chrome pump with double-eyed slots and such A fully-auto Mac-dime that is sure to touch ya (UHH!) Bust you with the Desert Eagle Street legal, move against my people and the Ice gets evil (Yeah!) Hit you with the .44 Smith & Wes-Son You're best to run cause my Tech eats pests I got a glock with the laser, hot police taser Step in real close, I hit your throat with the razor (UHH!) You wanna live or die, it's your decision Talk shit, you're dissing, 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-1-6 A 12-gauge street sweeper with the circular clip (Yeah!) Quick to let projectiles fly, you die And watch your fat moms cry - bull's eye [Chorus: Trigger Tha Gambler X2] [Ice-T] What you think all the guns is for? [Verse Two: Ice-T] Yo, what you think all the guns is for? (UHH!) What's up? - niggaz 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 (UHH!) Fat scope on a 30-Ack-6 Sawed-off double barrel and a pistol grip (UHH!) Pump on my lap at all times I fill my gauge shells with nickels and dimes Thompson Center, spitting .45 slugs Black Mac-11, Python .3-57, Snub-nose .38 or .3-8-0 Seventy Automatic, full metal jackets (Yeah!) Hollow points coming at you fast You'll feel the slug before you hear the blast (Come On!) [Chorus: Trigger Tha Gambler X2] [Ice-T] What you think all the guns is for? [EvilE] Yeah, Uhha, yeah, guns is for? [Interlude: Ice-T] Yeah, now Montreux's in the house I wanna hear somebody out there; say YEAH!! (YEAH!!) Say HELL YEAH!! (HELL YEAH!!) [Verse Three: Ice-T] I don't like shooting, but I do shoot straight Niggaz 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 (UHH!) More cold bodies to the morgue each weekend One minute you're breathing, next minute you're leaking Best to listen close cause I ain't no boast and Never forget that I leave you wet Bloody, sticky, holes in your Dickey's 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 you with the parabellum (UHH!) You got a crew, you better tell them [Chorus: Trigger Tha Gambler X2] [EvilE] Yeah, Uhha, uhha, you know what I'm saying? [Ice-T] Yo, what you think all the guns is for? [EvilE] Yeah, yeah, yeah! [Ice-T] Yo, what you think all the guns is for?