Lyrics:
rich rich rich
AYE AYE bling bling when I cheese
WOO WOO ice cubes in my teeth
She love it how it drip
Drip water like a sink
Knock knock I got a trick
knife
Like two wrongs that don't make a right
Yeah, you get the point
Three five in the wood
This fat as hell
Now you can't hit this joint
My brother
What if a brick was only just a misdemeanor?
What if Manhattan was hit by Hurricane Katrina?
What if a black man was the one controlling Fema?
What if
advised to evacuate)
It’s Amicella
I did what they said that I couldn’t
I’m stirring the pot I’m not cooking
They coming like two by two, bars hit like
Waking up 5am on a Monday, feeling like Ice Cube, it's gonna be a good day
April 5th, 2027 dude, it's my birthday, let's party like the old school
No bad
I can't fight
And I won't hit you if you stand by
But I can certainly destroy you with the damn mic
Cause with this paper and pen inside of my hand
I
I can't fight
And I won't hit you if you stand by
But I can certainly destroy you with the damn mic
Cause with this paper and pen inside of my hand
I
dance like if I was Albert Alien
People just love it when the Biz starts to play
With my (beatboxing), and by the way
Skeezing with a girl is
CashApp'ed her yo last
Why the fuck you send her that?
We know it's 'bout some pape'
If we ever interact
If I don't like the ice cubes
You know I send 'em back
the ops and henchmen Ox’ll sock offensives/
Luss the truth I spew the deuce like puke it hits you lose a tooth/
Medullas blew, ya noodles black and blue
Aye man welcome aboard
I can guarantee you'll enjoy the ride
Especially if you like your soul ice cold
Because none other than the ice man himself is
out
Action movies to this life we are vowed
Paid the cost to be the boss taking no loss
Wearing same clothes that were worn by snoop dogg
Those
The world by the balls, eatin' out my palm
Every album song I was spazzin'
The fuck out on
And now I'm gettin' frowned and clowned on
But the only one who's
laid, bitch
She suck me way too good
I finna bust on her like first aid
First mixtape on Soundcloud, got hella hit's
First album got paid that nigga
Peace, Jesus captured me and actively bled
Hit the red pen, the kid is writing love to my kin
Peace my family, I'm randomly dismantling lies
like ice cube man these niggas need a daddy
Pokin' out dey chest and always actin like dey bad
While I'm snappin' like a pit ready to get off in dey
pairs of socks, and a damn Rubik's cube
Motherfuckers be a fool, skipping school with snakes
Old dumb-ass nigga, can't pass the ties test
I suggest,
hit after hit
You aint got to fast forward shit
Just put me in and Let me role
I bet you say he ice cold
Im shinin like a light pole (bling)
Got niggas
fans like crack fiends
Until we re-up, and put more Infamous up on the rap scene
Mix the coke rhymes in greases like baking soda
Albums of G-packs
the fiberglass
I classify your last album
As weakass cyber trash
I've amassed so many bodies I
Keep bags by the bags
Right or wrong I'm willing to live
Or die by
[Verse 1]
My, first album had no famous guest appearances
The outcome: I'm crowned the best lyricist
Many years on this professional level
Why would
And when I see you I'ma take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
My, first album
clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
Thank you, thank you If you made it by far to this part of the album
Thank you I just wanna thank you, yours truly
Thank you, Mack Johnson thank you
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