Lyrics:
realist niggas
You Fuckin with some killas you fuckin with the mutha fuckin realist niggas
[Ice Cube:]
Dirty Mutha fuckas tryina clean hip-hop, but it
the jury (I crank it up)
They wanna hang me by the rafters like Vince Carter jersey (Vince)
Everybody broke, I could have retired, early thirty (woo)
Ran
all around
By the time I'm done you'll be $2.99 a pound
[Verse Two:] Tim Dog
Coming from the butcher shop
Fuck with KRS and the Dog and get
like Im Jordan
New car one check
New house modern
New house
New watch
New drip
New ice
New me
New shit
It's lit
Got my old bitch
100 bands not what it
of Face on stage now i see where i get my bop from
It aint no progresss without a damn plan
Like shea davis my gun go blam man
Big 9 I got the stick like
of the corn
Always been a bad dude worst in a bad mood nigga wit an attitude like Ice cube in a rap group
Gun held side ways dough boy with the blicky all
when it come to them words
You know I wear shit out
I write rhymes like white lines
On the nose tray
Ice cold, Ice Cube flow like O'Shea
Riding shot gun
think you're doing buddy, boy you're fooling
Check yourself and start cooling
Like ice cube, you know how we do it, we just feeling all the music like
We push weight with ice cubes in a cup
(America's) most (wanted), police pin it up
(Alize an Henny), thug passion brother what
Potent it get a girl
Went from receiving hammedowns from my cousin to having my own shit
I grew up in the dirty south where we drop ice cubes in throw bricks
Ian licking
on them L's just passed it on to you
Bums tripping tell them tie yo shoe's
Give me hell of brain boost my I-IQ
I could make you drip no melted ice cubes
the gun on the hip
Got enough ice in the freezer, don't need none on the wrist
Just trees and more Henny, that's how I come in this bitch
Just like y'all
takin' shots, I'm placin' bets and takin' pots (takin' pots)
You make a move, I make it hot (uh-huh)
You makin' moves, nigga? You take ice cubes, then,
control, I got it on lock
Bop bop bop put that ting on my gun
You ducking
Me and my niggas we coming
Young money chasers get money
And we got the whole club
streets of a-fucking-merica. and
Not to be fucked with, for which it stands, one nation, under the
Dope game, with liberty and money for all. gangstas that
on you
Get ya shit chewed
Diamonds on me shinin
Got em lookin like some ice cubes
The way ima pop out
They gon text me like I miss you
If a bitch got
trail, you not ready
Women want it all in they mouth, it's Akinyele
I want that car Ice Cube had, Impala Chevy
Just so I can say "Turn yo punk ass
on everyday
Gun play nowadays more frequent
More real niggas mad fallin'
Off the deep end and your life depends on me
I ice out the whole joint and
Put your men
scratch this
The ice cube link you bought, from the Jew for 80 G's
was only appraised at forty-two
Gazed upon by the eyes of multitude
of people, who
the ICE can't take it, time to microphone bake it
Raise the heatin' level, break out your coal shovel
Pump the temp, I'm sweatin' like a devil
Listen
Bet You On The Mic These Rappers Freeze Up Like Siberia,
How Many More Bars Shall I Spit Before You Start Believing,
That Im So Cold Ice Cube 40 Below
Hunnid Gs
Bone crusher, I'm like the hood's top celebrity
Long dick ya chick like my rap's longevity
Colder than a glass of ice cubes, I got 'em
Hunnid Gs
Bone crusher, I'm like the hood's top celebrity
Long dick ya chick like my rap's longevity
Colder than a glass of ice cubes, I got 'em
run
Never knew how a Chevrolet run
Ice Cube, Eazy-E, Ren, and Dre
I am the new NWA
Nigga with a AK-47
Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven
Take
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