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the great divide, and a white man stiff and still,
Lying there by his lonesome self, and I figured it must be Bill.
So I thought of the contract I'd made
far too strong (Ice Age Ice Age Ice Age)
Your friends know it, that?s why you?re all alone (All alone)
Chasing the man you can?t see (Mike Jones)
So
And every day he runs by screaming 

Everything you know is wrong 
Black is white, up is down and short is long 
And everything you thought was just so
strong (Ice Age Ice Age Ice Age)
Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (All alone)
Chasing the man you can't see (Mike Jones)
So just walk
the gun and cold ice
Then I'm a victim of society I got societal ills
It's harder to pay bills than pop pills

They send a brother off to fight for your
the black-owned stores but hit the foot lockers

Steal, muthafuck fire, Marshall Bill
Oh what the hell, throw the cocktail
I smelt smoke, got the fuck out, Ice Cube
ruckus
No such thing as those Klan motherfuckers
Black sisters are treated like queens, not
chickenheads cluckers
Black men are respected and not treated
how we make movies
Basketball gun brawlers, bounce
Black down 'bill-a-head banks, Malibu colorful shanks
That's the way we live, Staten Island kid
a hoe to the third degree 
Who me 
I'm a g who like to scrap-a-lot 
Down with Rap-A-Lot 
And I can't stop, won't stop 
So fuck Bill and Hillary 
Ice
to de man dem call Ice Cube (bo! bo!)
And a bust a deuce-deuce or trey-eight bout to get WICKED!

One, two, three and I come with the wicked
Style and you
to de man dem call Ice Cube (bo! bo!)
And a bust a deuce-deuce or trey-eight bout to get WICKED!

One, two, three and I come with the wicked
style
to de man dem call Ice Cube (bo! bo!)
And a bust a deuce-deuce or trey-eight bout to get WICKED!

One, two, three and I come with the wicked
style
to de man dem call Ice Cube (bo! bo!)
And a bust a deuce-deuce or trey-eight bout to get WICKED!

One, two, three and I come with the wicked
style
know I fuck whores outta habit 
Who framed Cube, motherfuck Roger Rabbit! 
'cause I couldn't have and got stabbed in the back 
By a black ass dirty
Long Kiss Goodnight, Baltimore get it right
For the cash, pop out the window and shoot through the ice
Ain't no love here, just the black gloves here
to de man dem call Ice Cube (bo! bo!)
And a bust a deuce-deuce or trey-eight bout to get WICKED!

One, two, three and I come with the wicked
style
Long Kiss Goodnight, Baltimore get it right
For the cash, pop out the window and shoot through the ice
Ain't no love here, just the black gloves here
everything over knocks 
With the peep by the pound 
And the ice cream shop 
They finally drop the first lady off that No Limit tape 
And I'ma act a plum
Long Kiss Goodnight, Baltimore get it right
For the cash, pop out the window and shoot through the ice
Ain't no love here, just the black gloves here
the one that suits you
Depending the tie the accessory could lose you
See how we still twisting shit together?
Black ice dangle from the mirror that
Long Kiss Goodnight, Baltimore get it right
For the cash, pop out the window and shoot through the ice
Ain't no love here, just the black gloves here
lean on top of these ice cubes
Beat done by Chucky
Did the show, hit the door
Bagged your bitch (easily)
And she ain’t never leavin' me

Yo I came
haven't an appetite, just think of Paul Revere.
By the time that they pass a bill to bring back wine and beer,
It'll be night-time in Italy and Wednesday
how we make movies
Basketball gun brawlers, bounce
Black down 'bill-a-head banks, Malibu colorful shanks
That's the way we live, Staten Island kid
Steal, motherfuck Fire Marshall Bill
Oh what the hell, throw the cocktail, I smell smoke
Got the fuck out, Ice Cube lucked out
My nigga had his truck