Ice Water

Tommy Hil' rockin' ice niggas Tommy Hil' rockin' niggas who fuck- Mira, aprende Take a one on one to this shit, y'all (yeah) Get your nostrils clear (yeah) Come on, sniff your brains out All my Al Capone, Al Pacino niggas (yeah, word up) Who's down with drug smugglin' (Cappadonna, Golden Arms) Yo, yo Check out the rap kin'pin, the black Jesus I know a few nigga sniff coke and caught seizures Peace to half-moon Caesars And all the bitches in the bleachers Hot weather, sex on the beaches Jewelry shoppin' out of the country Deluxe luxury People sayin' that my chains look truck on me But what about the Wonder Woman bracelet? Two-one-point-three diamond cut engraved rubies Kid, I laced it My sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin', ready for robbin' But first hit Maria's for a butter almond The bionic microphone is smack mechanic Move like a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas Son, it's on so we can just max a million I got the spot sewn, so we can make a billion The God's tropical Ladies call me black fruit punch Rainbow flavored niggas murder niggas for lunch Peace to the Paris Crew in the avenue, and my nigga Jay Love Who carry switch blades on the reg', duke Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever want it got beef I politic, show love, crush those who dare creep Into my realm of sunshine, I praise divine Fine line between Donna, dumb, deaf and blind He ain't mine, he shook like the faggots in daytime Crossed over grain while we was bubblin' moonshine Sippin' on the Moet, laid up, Rae-Gambino Mastermind the plan, Tony Starks, Cappachino Develop while your head be swellin' up off of the Nation Blinded by the ice while I release the confrontation Donna holy fat bags of weed, ravioli pasta Bodyguard the Killa Bee songs like Kevin Costner Infrared all inside your bumba', rasta Cappadonna pimp the derby like the mobster Yeah, yeah Ayy, spaghetti lame brain-ass niggas Quarters, nickels, and dimes, bitch Except for overtime, nigga Any ass money suit be fine 'Cause I'm comin' strong, breakin' niggas backs Keepin' shit real If you haven't noticed, you bitchy-ass, rusty-ass, nigga Let me tell you this one time Tony Starks, Raekwon the Chef Cappachino and Golden Arms Is comin' through mad strong From the isles of Shaolin For all them faggot-ass Rusty chicken-head bitches too Shup-shup, baby Yo, back in the days Baggin' crack, scrapin' plates, flippin' cakes Who them heavy head niggas hatin' Jakes? It be us, all the war's soldiers Hangin' in halls gettin' over City niggas, shoot for blood money, rockin' Rovers Stay dipped, don't have no money in your pocket in the streets Why these people mob money in they Jeep? Crack bums watch your back for jumps Caught before a fake twenty dollar bill Get 'em son, we ain't the one Politickin', purse vickin', sick of these Dominicans Eatin' good, had to shoot my way up out of Bennigan's That's life, to top it all off, beef with White Pullin' bleach out, tryna throw it in my eyesight Yo, fuck is on yo' mind?