[Round 1: Head ICE]
I took you cause you somewhat of a spokesman for all my haters
A out-of-town nigga that could be on the couch or in the bed
With one of my neighbors
He feel he got the scoop, but this ain't ice cream
I'll Math this man then hook, on ice cream
He thinkin Method Man 'n hook on Ice Cream
That's why you been Jerry in the circle nigga, no ice cream
So next time you're in your car, tune in I know why cats want to get at you
Your records wouldn't ship at a loading dock
You a nobody like Robocop
SP right only 2 liters like the soda pop
S-P-R-I-T-E 2 anyways
I volleybal your shit then go to the Nets game
You almost died cause a guy felt her thigh and it wasn't a guess game
You be trippin, but staying out of the helicopter route
Cause when we be tripping, we be bringing hella coppers out
Long choppers, clips like a Harley Davidson seat
Give you that loud ride to that place you should be
You a fruit loop with nutrition facts
Clips ain't spilling milk cause that wasn't the right house
He went to squab in the kitchen at
You got prostitutes, a Glock to shoot
'Lil white bitch that gives you lots of loot
How ironic you promoting that and her ex-boyfriend
The promoter is the one who sent you to the hospital
He's going to rap about my dick cause he prayed for my incarceration
But my (?) is his cousin
But you won't hear none of that in the bars he came with
Fuck boy, no day in jail
Took myself to the precinct, no Dave Chappelle
Cause I got 3 daughters nigga, I ain't take it well
But back to the gutter, you grabbed the clippers
When Charles Hamilton ran on you like you was getting a haircut
And that's the chair you rent out of the shop to make money in
Now that was some sucka, shit
When Charles Hamilton said some shit in his song
I ran down on him in the projects elevator like "fuck is this?"
So when it come down to who would do what
When a real man step to them, you and him a fucking bitch
You got no shame, used to be a first ave nigga with no fame
Muslim nigga who watch Soul Train
Grew up to date white women, so plain
You got Kevin heart on Soul Plane
If I give a bird, man to a young thug I'ma feel a 'lil weezy
About the whole thing
You asked Lush did he get shot at like you know the shooter
When Lush know a shooter that can get you shot at up close and sooner
You a body! No peace be with you brother Ahmed
Now take these shots! Arm leg a leg a arm head nigga
ICE!
I took you cause you somewhat of a spokesman for all my haters
A out-of-town nigga that could be on the couch or in the bed
With one of my neighbors
He feel he got the scoop, but this ain't ice cream
I'll Math this man then hook, on ice cream
He thinkin Method Man 'n hook on Ice Cream
That's why you been Jerry in the circle nigga, no ice cream
So next time you're in your car, tune in I know why cats want to get at you
Your records wouldn't ship at a loading dock
You a nobody like Robocop
SP right only 2 liters like the soda pop
S-P-R-I-T-E 2 anyways
I volleybal your shit then go to the Nets game
You almost died cause a guy felt her thigh and it wasn't a guess game
You be trippin, but staying out of the helicopter route
Cause when we be tripping, we be bringing hella coppers out
Long choppers, clips like a Harley Davidson seat
Give you that loud ride to that place you should be
You a fruit loop with nutrition facts
Clips ain't spilling milk cause that wasn't the right house
He went to squab in the kitchen at
You got prostitutes, a Glock to shoot
'Lil white bitch that gives you lots of loot
How ironic you promoting that and her ex-boyfriend
The promoter is the one who sent you to the hospital
He's going to rap about my dick cause he prayed for my incarceration
But my (?) is his cousin
But you won't hear none of that in the bars he came with
Fuck boy, no day in jail
Took myself to the precinct, no Dave Chappelle
Cause I got 3 daughters nigga, I ain't take it well
But back to the gutter, you grabbed the clippers
When Charles Hamilton ran on you like you was getting a haircut
And that's the chair you rent out of the shop to make money in
Now that was some sucka, shit
When Charles Hamilton said some shit in his song
I ran down on him in the projects elevator like "fuck is this?"
So when it come down to who would do what
When a real man step to them, you and him a fucking bitch
You got no shame, used to be a first ave nigga with no fame
Muslim nigga who watch Soul Train
Grew up to date white women, so plain
You got Kevin heart on Soul Plane
If I give a bird, man to a young thug I'ma feel a 'lil weezy
About the whole thing
You asked Lush did he get shot at like you know the shooter
When Lush know a shooter that can get you shot at up close and sooner
You a body! No peace be with you brother Ahmed
Now take these shots! Arm leg a leg a arm head nigga
ICE!
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