Lyrics:
da women
We gangstas and there aint a day that goes by
A hustler dont look back and reflect on his life
We customed the ice guns grams and dice
a pity
Just stay on your mattress packs and watch us on Rap City
Ice man spit gold, bullets, and diamond shells
(The mic is contacted I attract
hurt if you come from out of town
But down by lord that's word
Fantastic
Show stoppin emcees
Yeah here streets is move by glocks in whos pocket
But
the car lot, got a new toy (skrrt)
I got a backpack full of blue boys (stacks)
On the way to Eliantte in New York (ice)
Man, I got a trunk full of blue
know how that shit goes
If your ho only know
That she was getting fucked on the 7th floor
If that bitch only knew
The she was getting mutted by
of the north
Our life was lodged by the pole star
Showing us the path to follow
Hammering down destiny
Forever
As dawn shone over the ice
The morning
my chips
Stare a bitch down when I rock my whips(UH!)
Knowin that you hate me on the low, cock glock by dicks
Stick me for the ice on my wrists
Keeps
Pushed the Lex Land on the way to my arraignment
D.A. got a witness, lawyer can't explain it
Face the judge, on some money maintain shit
Black Ceasar,
the judge, on some money maintain shit
Black Ceasar, hundred grand on the Visa
Took the stand, suddenly, caught amnesia
Found him in the warehouse, tied in
ain't, I'm the bad guy
Type of guy that'll drag five girls up on stage
Pour ice in their pants, and the first one who pees gets a black eye
Must be
towels (ok)
They been snortin' powder, I been in here takin' downers (ok)
They been countin' for hours, gettin' kisses by the thousands (ok)
Money
me for all my sinnin'
I'm doin' it for my kids, I'ma keep winnin'
My son 11 years old, already talkin' millions
By the time he 18, he on his own
a thousand
The bottles all black stacks on the couches (boss)
Fi-fi-five hundred for the drive-by
I'm the plug and the motherfucking live wire
You come
supposed to be living
This life that I'm living
And feeling how I'm feeling
Black rain shower, the pain builds character
My heart turned cold
Yeah I learned
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood
Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up
throwin a shot back
Yours is on a joint, mine's whistlin by your top hat
Yeah I'm cool but you violate and I'll cock back
Open the mac's mouth and black out
Cadillacs protected by' whoever?
The red and the black, green, Hilfiger nigga
Indians want to protect the Lone Howling Chief
So kids create beef
Beef
My history is black as ice is
I don't think that I can trust you if you're lacking vices
I never miss a beat; the liquor make me slurred
It takes my
to crisis
I make the sacrifices
My history is black as ice is
I don't think that I can trust you if you're lacking vices
I never miss a beat, the liquor
hallways with the drugs and the gats"
I used to try and honeys used to walk on by
Now I'm damn near 20 and still ain't got no ride
Caught
being rude!
And like I said before I was mad by then.
It took 3 or 4 cops to pull me off of him.
But that's the story yaw'll of a black man.
Acting
In the same shirt with a new bae
No you cannot handle me
Put you on snooze by the next day
Now you blowing up my phone like the bills late
I don't give
with the red Gucci purse
A night out with the flashing lights
Tell the team all black everything including the ice
Told the little homie all I need is
Sick yellow piston, I'm on a missions,
Reach for the heat and get burnt by the bomb,
Blast off the booster seat, I'm on the team to beat,
They better
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