on my set wit' my iced-out chain An iced-out rapper wit' my iced-out name A cold hand shake because of my pinky rang Iced-out Cordeara's with an iced
who's back uhh Yeah, uhh Aiyyo rhyme or crime, let's get it on MC's wanna eat me but it's Ramadan Peep what's on the arm, when it's ice it's ice When
?ll beast you And I am my own writer, I don?t use dead people If the party start jumping And the beat start knocking And the cuties on the dance floor
over Sales ice cold, make music called cola And I ain?t even did commercials for coke a cola Start biting on the shock, watch what tough sold her G, and
and hustla [Chorus] [Mack 10] It's for the ghetto and the gutter everytime I spit For niggas that walk off that funkadelic shit I just might go psycho, and grab the automatic And
on the inside Clean on the outside Ice, ice cream, ice cream paint job [x2] (Dorrough verse 1) Whoo! Clean on the outside cream on the inside ice
Girls Like Damn Dats Dem, Drop Dead Coop,Drop Top Benz, Me And Yo Friendz, Can All Be Friends, Walk Thru The Club, Smoke In Tha Wind Just Played Supaman And
Go into a thing and let the rhyme ride, And hit them niggaz from the blindside And take the whole opposition down with my dog 5'9 Ceremony for the killaz, bustin' em off, And
and Kweli But is it cool to rap about gold If I told the world I copped it from Ghana and Mali? First nigga with a Benz and a backpack Ice chain, Cardi
ya heart from tickin' And you mad 'cause you a older clock, couple rocks missin' And my Breitling--the band: you can say it's iced lightning You don'
boy i'm talkin stupid ice better guard your eyes or just get blinded diamonds stupid bright boy i swear my bracelet got more rocks than any dope spot put my watch through surgery and iced
STYLES PANIRO What sense does it make to talk and not listen shine eye glisten, BMZ 3 automatic ignition Ice on wrist and an Armani safari suit, when
realest niggaz never took nuthin' from me Rock ice, stay jig, fuck with niggaz that got drunk And hate kids got niggaz on state bids That hate movies like Rosewood and
a dream Worked all day and got, none of the cream When playas ain't loyal, that's, bad for the team Niggas play dirty till that ass get clean I'm iced
love game And they'll be your best freind And find what you restin And gone blow your chest in That thang is weapon And young niggas be ballin hard Wit they squad Everybody iced
in my hand Couple cars couple women boy you cant understand How kid could be such a grown man And Im a winner baby I cant lose And the winner is platinum
mess around here, you catch ya death here I mean it, you could front, but you believe it Nigga guard your life before I turn around and steal it Look into my eyes and
4X] Don't touch my money man Don't touch my money man Don't touch my mothafuckin money man [N.A.R.D] Welcome to the city of big ballers and players and