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The Iceman Cometh/Ice on Ice (Jerry Butler) · Ice Ice Baby (Madagascar 5) · Ice Ice Baby (Salsa) (Big Daddi) · Ice on Ice (Jerry Butler) · Blood on Ice (Bathory) · Blood on Ice (Bathory) · Presents Jesus Life for Childrens Under 12 Inches (Kid Loco) · Grand 12 Inches, Vol. 2 (Ben Liebrand) · Big 12 Inches: Groovin' You (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Big 12 Inches: So Excited (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


it takes to make 'em gel
And in Washington I'm known by one and all
As the hostess with the mostest on the ball

They would go to Elsa Maxwell
it takes to make 'em gel
And in Washington I'm known by one and all
As the hostess with the mostest on the ball

They would go to Elsa Maxwell
Watch the problems of the world go by like balloons
If tomorrow come now (it might be too soon)
Too soon?

I want the boom in the back of the truck
and roll on 3's
I spend money like it grows on trees!

[Verse Four: Taz]
If you ain't a millionare you can't ball wit me
Girl if you ain't a star you can't
it takes to make 'em gel
And in Washington I'm known by one and all
As the hostess with the mostest on the ball

They would go to Elsa Maxwell
a spinster's nipple 
A hare drains milk from cattle 
A clergy fornicate at a black dog's ball 

Pierce flesh with needles three inches in 
If they scream
a pimpin day so...
I slide on my 'llac with black alligators
Feather in my hat wit a 3 piece tux
Ice in my grill plus my rollie stay plush
Don't got no main
how I do that
By the thug way, package and transportin' the drug way
Only means of makin' a livin', the Crip and Blood way
I'm on grates when i'm
beggin' the old ones please
T'stop bein' madmen
'Fore they have t' tell their children
'Bout the burnins back in World War Three's

War One was balls
and roll on 3's
I spend money like it grows on trees!

[Verse Four: Taz]
If you ain't a millionare you can't ball wit me
Girl if you ain't a star you can't
Ice to wrist, trying cop priceless shit
Things ain't changed, still terrorize the game, bring the pain
Still living my thundom range
Ready to ball
beggin' the old ones please
T'stop bein' madmen
'Fore they have t' tell their children
'Bout the burnins back in World War Three's

War One was balls
in the shadow of the Pole,
With a little coffin six by three and a grief you can't control?
Have you ever sat by a frozen corpse that looks at you
in this game
This shits nothin' nice 
Play wit' niggas 'dese days
They'll leave yo' body cold as ice
But I say fuck 'em all
My ball never fall
him and his victim
On the news at 5 o'clock
Exploited by the networks
"Hey kid, you hit the top"
From pops of glocks blood drips and bodies rot
From
The circle of bones has been sealed,
Prepared for these most ancient rites.
Three virgin cunts arrested by chains,
Gut them like pigs,
Let their
as cubes in ya ice tea
I used to dream 'bout a Benz now I own like 3
I gotta wine-colored V, with the wine-colored V
And reclined leather seats, I ain't
at
I drive a Bentley and park a Bentley
Buyin' rims by the feet 'cause they short on inches
Look I'm on the block nigga, off the top nigga
Go and cop
So then I started thinking
He could not be found
Then one day by a frozen lake
Like a fox he went to ground
And he tried to run
But the ice was
take three to the vest for the love of the dolla
I put that hot shit through you and watch you Holla Holla
The same niggas that I ball wit I'ma brawl
the same thing (that ain't nothing)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Romeo, Master P]
Richie Rich be my nickname (that ain't nothing)
Ice cubes on my wristband (that
on thieves
Out here looking for ice to put in they teeth
Chain glowing shining and I'm ready for beef
Like my nigga 2 Chainz, cappuccino from the east
From
niggaz at gun point
You shot 3 times to prove it's in my neck
You shot 3 times to prove it's in my neck
No more talkin' family
Let's go in
flowers

Scott La Rock had 'em all, I gots the ball
And roll a little panthers through these project halls
The 3 color flag can't hold my baggys sag
7 1 8
I flip and scrip 9 minute EF three 
Playin by different bitches 'cause my face in the paper 
Profile done although she couldnt describe me I got