Ice Water (feat. Ghostface Killah & Cappadonna)

Tommy Hil' rockin' ice ****

Tommy Hil' ice rockin' **** 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 ****

Yeah, word up

Who's down with drug smugglin', yo, yo

Cappadonna, Golden Arms

Check out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus

I know a few **** 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-oh point three diamond cut engraved rubies kid, I laced it

My sweet tooth gotta **** throbbin', ready for robbin'

But first, hit Maria's for a butter almond

The bionic microphone and 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 flavor **** murder **** for lunch

Peace to the Paris Crew and the avenue, and my **** Jay Love

Who carry switchblades 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 a Moët, laid up, Rae-Gambino

Mastermind the plan, Tony Starks, Cappachino

Developed 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 bumbo, rasta

Cappadonna pimp the derby like the mobster

Yeah, yeah

Aye, spaghetti lame brain-ass ****

Quarters, nickels, and dimes, bitch, 'cept for overtime, ****

Any ass money suit me fine

'Cause I'm coming strong, breaking **** backs, keepin' shit real

If you haven't noticed, bitchy-ass, rusty-ass ****

Let me tell you this one time

Tony Starks, Raekwon the chef

Cappachino and Golden Arms is coming through mad strong

From the isles of Shaolin

For all them faggot-ass, rusty, chickenhead bitches, too

Shup Shup baby? (Yo)

Back in the days, baggin' crack, scrapin' plates

Flippin' cakes who them heavy head **** hatin' Jakes?

It be us, wall to wall soldiers, hangin' in halls gettin' over

City **** 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 jums

Cost me for a fake twenty dollar bill, get 'em son, we ain't the one

Politickin', plus 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, tryin' to throw it in my eyesight

Yo, fuck is on your mind?