Raekwon The Chef - Ice Water Lyrics
Intro: ghostface killerTommy hil rockin ice niggazTommy hil ice rockin niggaz who *****...Mira, afrenteTake a one on one to this shit yall (yeah)Get your nostrils clear (yeah)Come on, sniff your brains outAll my al capone, al pacino niggaz (yeah)Whos down with drug smugglingCappadonna, golden armsVerse one: ghostface killerYo, yoTake out the rap kingpin, the black jesusI know a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause seizuresPeace to half-moon caesarsAnd all the *****es in the bleachersHot weather, sex on the beachesJury shopping out of the countryDeluxe luxury, people saying dem not changeLook, truckle meBut what about the wonder woman braceletTwo-oh point three diamond cut engraved rubiesKid I laced itMy sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin, ready for robbinBut first hit marias, for a butter almondThe bionic microphone is stacked mechanicMove like a bunch of mexicans with bandanasSon, its on so we can just maximillionI got the spot sewn, so we can make a billionThe gods tropicalLadies call me black fruit punchRainbow, flavored niggas murder niggas for lunchPeace to the paris crew in the avenue, and my nigga jay loveWho carries switch blades on the red roofVerse two: cappadonnaYo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever want it got beefI politic, show love, crush those who dare creepInto my realm of sunshine I praise divineFine line between dawn of dumb, deaf and blindHe aint mine, he shook like the faggots on daytimeCrossed over grain while we was bubblin moonshineSippin on the moet, laid up, rae-gambinoMastermind the plan, tony starks, cappachinoDevelop while your head be swellin up all for the nationBlinded by the ice while I release the confrontationDonna holy fat bads of weed, ravioliPasta, bodyguard the killa bee songs like kevin costnerInfrared all inside your bumba rastaCappadonna pimped the derby like the mobsterInterlude: ghostfaceYeah, yeahEight spaghetti lame brain ass niggazQuarters, nickels, and dimes *****Except for overtime niggaAny ass money should be fineCause Im coming strong, reaking niggas backsKeepin shit realIf you havent noticed this crazy ass rusty, ass niggaLet me tell you this four timesTony starks, raekwon the chefCappachino and golden armsIs comin through mad strongFrom the isles of shaolinFor all them faggot assRusty ticket-head *****es tooShump shump babyVerse three: raekwon the chefYo back in the days, baggin crack, scrapin platesFlippin cakes to them heavy head niggaz hatin jakesIt be us, all the wars soldiers, hangin in halls gettin overCity niggaz who for blood money rockin roversStay dipped, dont have no money in your pocketIn the streets while these people mark money in their jeepCrack bums watch your back for jumpsCaught before a fake twenty dollar billGet em son, we aint the onePolitickin, purse vickin, sick of these dominicansEatin good, had to shoot my way up out of bennigansThats life, to top it all off, beef for whitePullin bleach out tryin to throw it in my eyesightYo what the ***** was on yo mind?
