Ill fuck your bitch with a Louie Vuitton condom Bitch I'm king wasbie in my closet got a lobby in my closet (okay) I'm big bitch I'm big I got Versace
took in a minute and some seconds Asked her how many of it was em? (How many of it was em?) Said she couldn't remember She was spooked and buzzin, couldn't
t gonna do the right thing, I ain't Spike Lee Lopside 9 in your ice tea, choke 'em While I sex 'em like Ike T. St. Louis ain't ridin', that ain't likely
the beam on 'em I don't give a damn if you don't like me I ain't goin' do tha right thing, I ain't Spike Lee Spike sianid in ya ice tea I'll choke her
of the doors that it gets through My name is Buck but you can call me Icey I keep spillin' Cristal on my white T Don't give a f***, b**** you ain't
down like Smith infrared light gun do My Mrs Smith'll have you turn over that ice bundle Cadillac Devilles look right with that (Gilla House) Comin' through yo' speakers like my ice
I don't care Bitches say you don't got money I don't care Yo, nigga say he nicer than you I don't care I'm knockin somebody right the fuck out (I don't
don't want to fuck with us You don't Huh Yo, You don't want to fuck with us You don't Yo, You don't want to fuck with us You don't
't happen, you're frontin' Ain't no other kings in this rap thing Biggie, a motherfuckin' rap phenomenon This rule is so underrated Actin' as if it can't
off, don't make me shoot y'all You don't want to fuck with us, you don't Method Man We just ice Men of mice, ain't nothing nice Redman Fuck your life
ya shoes up, nigga "Walk on" [Redman] Don't even blink, think fast, make the right move Got a gun on ya, like Pinky had on Ice Cube I don't play, homey
a gun permit draw Gun down at sundown, you keep score This trainin' course and y'all ain't fit On my crew tombstone put, we all ain't shit Yo, all you
!] Come on! [Come on!] Come on! [Redman] I figured it out: ya'll niggaz ain't as big as yo' mouth My street-value well it ain't won't even fit in
the streets let the whole world know it This the chance for your big career don't blow it Or get it blown from the top gun nigga I ain't finished talkin
I be the fabulous M.C you heard of St. Lunatics, word up, I'm like "Okay," all the sun out Ice down but I still pull a gun out Feel that bow down, it
gear, flickin' hundred dollar bills in the air Oh yeah, Cuban Link is into getting Benjamin's 'Cuz if doesn't make dollars, then it doesn't make sense
got the floss (Blingin) The big body you know the top come off (WOAH) Now be advised (yea) We be them guys (UH OH) Hundred' g's on the ride Gun on me
to let them know man Yo aiyo, yo, yo, it's kill or be killed My skillz leavin' them chilled on ice Like twice when I flash my steel They can't touch, won't