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and vibrance
Side by side, wherever you was riding, I went
So close, almost on some Bonnie and Clyde shit
When Ronnie died you was right by my side
With

to pray & here it goes
Man all these fake as bantu rapper get exposed

These niggas hoe's, wooo
How they get beat by

The king here, tell these wannabes

asiago
I don't need the bands cause I feel I hit the lotto
We got bitches and bongs and woods up in the Tahoe
He stuck by my side so I cop him a Murciélago

gotta give 'em props
I'm killing that nigga then his bitch gave me top
She wanna fuck just lay low
I fuck on your bitch everyday bro
I hit from the back

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

homies rap, fuck that other shit you think you're doing
But I'm foolin' if they think they care about it much as me
They ain't trying for an album out by

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

male like Redman
Until I get red hands like in Whut? Thee Album
Until we get reparations
I'll be defecating
Talking hit to anyone like
Fuck the outcome

Lakers up by 10 and I need
Some more ice in my shit literally

And I know a lot of dimes, they a handful
That's why players on the
Sidelines can't

Magnum Be I

Motion Man

Laid in Full

1999

brothers, I'ma take out the trash
On Fridays I'm Ice Cube knockin out Zeus, get off my block when I'm loose
You watchin camoflauge brothers with infrared

Peruvian Cocaine

Immortal Technique

Revolutionary, Vol. 2 [Red Vinyl]

2003

petrified when we meet in my area 
My dudes don't shoot until I say so, you got the loot?
Give me the "Yay-Yay!" Like Ice Cube, so don't play with my yayo

pulling up I got that long range
Ima put ice on her like some rain you know ima hit a stain
Girl giving me brain so crispy I’m never plain
Like Mark Henry

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 a four by

around turn a person into a sermon
My flows hot but I'm cold
Ice dripping down my curtains
My rooms like a freezer, this shits immersive
Yo chick so

sweet got bagged for his goose
He swear he got ice but bra really juice
Tried to tackled my play and got hit with a juke
At saint charles mall im thuggin'

armed with that bullshit
Brought up off that bullshit
That Chuck D, that Ice Cube
That hard shit, that nigga so soft
He starting to get retarded
EX

still trying to drop three albums by Labor Day, motherfucker

Saturday morning cartoons
Filling up a medical balloon with some hot sauce
Goddamn, I saw

I hit the tennis court
Just to show 'em love
Uh-huh
I used to rap at after parties and lunch
And over tracks they would play on 106.1
Well uh-huh

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

A Friendly Game of Basketball

J-Zone

A Job Ain't Nuthin But Work

with me
Fuck that, two on one - call Jermaine Dupri
Call Kriss Kross too, all four of y'all in
You're gonna have to do more than "Jump Jump" to win
Ice

wear it Air Force one
My bars stupid they put in the sped class
Jay finna give me the crown forward pass
Freshman but beneath me underclass
Ice wrists

and blue-r, underneath horse manur-er
C. Delores T., Screw her, I never knew her
I'm good, like milk mixed with calugha
Intimidated by the songs I made (why?!)

shh, then cue in the music
Like we’re livin’ in a scary movie
Once upon a midnight dreary
Sitting by the fire in our study feeling scary
Writin’ our

for Fred, do it for Limp
Do it for Rock, do it for Rap, do it for Ken
Do it for Ice T, do it just to do it, FUCK IT
He's a bitch, he ain't gonna hit you