three initials, so they try to discredit they'll dog you With an edit, print the words the way you never said it But we gotta make 'em regret it, soldiers
ice files Kick back relax and watch as I melt wax Don't ever let a brother like me Ride a dope track 'Cause once I hit it with the Vocltone It's mine
it goin' on my man, I like how it's goin' down You got the fly cars, the girls, the jewels Look at that ring right there I know it's real, it's gotta
nuttin' They call that shit a crime? Yo, that shit's a joke Hit record on my dope remote I heard my phone ringin', I wonder who could it be It was the
It was black, it was low, cost twice that of my Porsche A Testarossa Ferrari, convertible of course It purred like a jet, "Yo man, I bought it with cash" It
Aight, know what you're in for, right? Blood flows like sands in the hourglass Cash moves everything, bitches in g strings Gats flashin', mothers make cream on a stick move Improve your dope
She put it round my wrist, it was a perfect fit And said in my ear, "Want you to have it" Then she unzipped her dress, dropped it to the ground My mind
age And now you rappers ain't got nothin to say? Yo it's their problem, Griff shouldn'ta said it E where's my pistol? Yo I'll go get it 'Cause it's
shows we steal em [ ROUND 2: Randy Mac ] Knowledge and wisdom, it's a mystery I drop science for the ones who know it's me You say I'm dope, cool, it
too, on the track Got a GTA connection and I fence for jewels Got some little kids that move my fuckin' dope in schools Got warrants for arrest in about
This is it, dope from the fly kid The Ice mic is back with the high bid Suckers you've lost 'cause players you're not, gangstas you ain't You're faintin
If you forgot it 'Make it funky' is the name of this song Stupid dope and you know it, it rates a ten You pray my DJ cuts the records so it starts again
give a fuck about you (fuck about you 2x) You livin' bout it bout it (bout it bout it 2x) Just make em read about it (read about it 2x) Fuck what they
it? Every rumor you hear you gon' believe it Point out the times you've seen it You stabbed me, should've linked it Revenge is mine, I need to heed a way out It
[Verse 1 - Gudda Gudda] Okay I'm sipping on the syrup Got a nigga moving slow I'm all about the money What the fuck you think I do it for? Bitch don't
Kidd- Aww Man Shawty, You got that stupid fruity swag shawty, Shawty yo swag so stupid shawty it retarted shawty, Shawty Flo so retarted shawty, it like
has it been that long? Say, what happened since I been gone, homie? Y'all got the game all wrong, man, it's too pretty in here Let's say we take it back
the red 911 looking devilish Red beam make a n*gga sit down Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time Drop palm olive on the vent and make it dope Make it