Lyrics:
Gun, now we run We go hard like we'll lose none And now it's done Onion sun Slicin', dicin' in the zone Let crimson drip Drip, drip, drip,
(Secret on the track) (Lil Ses) (And Rony) (Let’s run it) Blow the whistle ‘Cause I’m icin’ (Icin’) Takin’ chances Chef Ses ‘cause I’m dicin’ (Slice,
Uh, slicin' and dicin' I'm looking for prey I am a predator nigga behave Ops get slain if they in my way Still finding my balance Still finding my
abuelo Miro al cielo Y "tu genti" te dice adios "Los tus nietos dicin" adios Y "el tu pueblu" te dice adios Extremadura te dice adios "La tu genti"
My brotha call me yea he know that I'm slidin' Ready for war yea he know that I'm fightin' Look at the way I be slicin' and dicin' F-Fightin my demon
stare at me There is no pain There is no pain Slicin', dicin', M-E-M-C, figure it out, this is that lyrical Lacerations, you'll feel it, oh definitely
dicin, nicely, i'm so icy and i'm that bitch yo The streets, they be so bloody, they always full of treeshas I am not a regular bitch, but they on my dick
Mausoleum Blood drippin' red like the Red River Real skinwalkers don't die Witchcraft I'm immortal no lie Axe on me yeah I'm slicing yeah I'm dicin' Anti
with Tyson Listen to the beat Go in Start dicin Start dicin Bro, you said more than Verizon Chillin on a yacht, watching the horizon Yes, the beautiful
veneke Tu we neke Wekî zarokên din Di kolanan de dileyîzin Tên, diçin, dilezînin Mezin dibin dikevin dinyayê Dinyayê, dinyayê, dinya Dinyayê, dinyayê,
bijîm dimrim û dimrim bê te Dem li min zor diçin dijwar diçin Min dikujin Xem li min giran dibin wêran di bim Min disojin Ne kanim te ji bîr bikim na
just tryna find a sweet life Dicin' a peach I'm just tryna find a sweet life Icin' and cream I'm just tryna find a sweet life Life Slice in a piece
genim û giya Gulên xweşik geliya Qaz qulingên arana Difirin diçin zozana Gulnewroz û kereng Hin zû dertên hin dereng Sping li gel tirşokê Şîn dibin li
ne xewe Bê wê naçe nefesek na bixwedê Çav li dû we ne hedare û ne xewe Eydê kanî ya ku dunya bê wê tevde derewe Jêre bêjin sal çiqas tên û diçin Hîn li
I guess I get mad when you get boxed in So mad, you wanna start boxin' So mad, you gonna turn to Tyson Slicin' and dicin' Paparazzi, I'm like a Nazi
wifey Hit it like crap of the seal of trick dicin' Hit double tappin', you niggas gon' like it It's just lil a post, you niggas ain't pipin' Fittin' in
at the mouth She'll be payin' the price Get to swingin' that motherfucker Get to slicin' and dicin' (Fuck them hatin' ass hoes) Oh you ain't know? One thing I
Meanin', any money on the ground is a bet Open up the pool, get a dicin' room Aight bitches, use Pampers, girls need a nice room That's a six, I told you
[Verse 1] Here comes the lyrical breakdown Move out the way punk, and take a seat clown It's the Ice Man slicin', Dicin' Hittin' like Tyson So listen
hallow tips (yep) You follow and slippin' I'm rippin' mics nice twice like (dicin' kids in fractions) Yo, (figure, I tax men) Steppin' to Casual That's
It's the nigga that get hard than starch in yo fuckin creases Rip it to pieces Slicin and dicin and icin em right With the mic I use That's
(all you!) Haters (hataz!) Some things you don't forget Walkin around like a zombie, drunk struttin Sclicin n dicin the crowd, dippin and cuttin
It's mad heat niggaz on the quest to get the riches Fives threes or stitches Dicin dumb bitches Ridin in the sixes, windows tinted
the blue and red rags Out here we ain't into ice Just bangin, dicin, the gangsta life (homie) [Chorus - Kurupt] 2x Livin gangsta life Livin the gangsta life
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