Lyrics:
what it is
Sorry to my ancestors (I'm so sorry), I know I'm supposed to fight (I know)
But this ice shinin' brighter than a black man's plight, I'ma
grip.
So this day that I stood my ground,
Wait for Old Man Time.
Once again a day's flown by.
On a journey roads get hot.
So hot, I'm walking
we can
Physically, you was killed by the weapons of man
But where you at now, you lamp, laid and max now
Where Bravehearts put they rap down in
I'm at your door, your eyes are like, "Why are you here?"
Judging by my steel, I got something to do here
Give up the money or the angel cries two
go to war with you
To reap the heap of dough that's at the end of the rainbow
You can't be mad, man, that's how the game go
[Hook: x 2]
[Talib
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
Mislaid plan make a mess made
Damnation, let's play hands and spades
That's without, a boycott and a sit-out
Afro-Black pick in with a fist out
Keep product in my socks ready to rock
Open up shop cause it all good (all good)
Mr. Ice Cream Man or call me Mr. Rogers of the neighborhood
I'm bout
One man is black, one man is white
One works by the light of the day and the other one works at night
They both live so differently but they are so
far too strong (Ice Age Ice Age Ice Age)
Your friends know it, that?s why you?re all alone (All alone)
Chasing the man you can?t see (Mike Jones)
So
you sign, Mr. Ghostface, package for a friend, here
Right by the X, my bad, here's a pen
[Method Man]
Gucci flip flops, I box my way to the kitchen
Keep product in my socks ready to rock
Open up shop cause it all good (all good)
Mr. Ice Cream Man or call me Mr. Rogers of the neighborhood
I'm bout
Yeah, check it
Yo yeah I smoke weed now I don't give a fuck
And I also tote guns in case my dram pop up
It's crew love I spit two at every few
power murder, in that
Order, I'm calm collected effective
cssertive, CUZ, these are the qualities
Of a real Black man, ice in my arteries
Count a hundred
The bartender said y'all keep it down
The party was goin' strong
By the palm trees down at the tiki bar
Right there in the Holidome
We'd been
Guns go off, Shams is a Raiders fan
A rhyming gallop reporter, columns are lost
White five, black five with dollars to toss
Twisted by the dark side
style, I'm still *mini, money, mini, mini,
It aint all about the money*
[Verse 1]
When I was hustla, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Loud MCs,
Intro:
Yeah positivity over comes negativity check it.
A gat don't make you a man cause a man made the gat
So stop with the black on black (x2
school shit from junior high
One, two, three, four
Jersey's finest in the house, punchlines and metaphors
Make your foul ice grill, thug grimy on the real
neither black nor white
It doesn't matter (do the dance, do the dance)
As strong as you might, working day and night (yeah)
Whatever happens (do
Y'all know that was the first black man in the White House
get busy ya?ll
Westside get busy ya?ll
Worldwide get busy ya?ll
Now on your mark get set
Go cop everything you ever heard by P.Crack Dice Raw and Black
come back with the nine
I'll murder ya man, come back with his shines
I tote two guns, I don't care if you box, I don't care if you blind
I spit in your
[Featuring Westside Connection]
West syy eed
Huh niggaz be like wonderin where tha Ice Cream Man been at
I been down South countin my
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