Ice Water lyrics

Artist  : Raekwon 
Song : Ice Water



 Send "Ice Water" Ringtone to your Cell 

 Intro: ghostface killer

Tommy hil’ rockin ice niggaz
Tommy hil’ ice rockin niggaz who f**k...
Mira, afrente
Take a one on one to this sh*t y’all (yeah)
Get your nostrils clear (yeah)
Come on, sniff your brains out
All my al capone, al pacino niggaz (yeah)
Who’s down with drug smuggling
Cappadonna, golden arms

Verse one: ghostface killer

Yo, yo
Take out the rap kingpin, the black jesus
I know a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause
seizures
Peace to half-moon caesars
And all the bit*hes in the bleachers
Hot weather, sex on the beaches
Jury shopping out of the country
Deluxe luxury, people saying dem not change
Look, truckle me
But what about the wonder woman bracelet
Two-oh point three diamond cut engraved rubies
Kid I laced it
My sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin, ready for
robbin
But first hit maria’s, for a butter almond
The bionic microphone is stacked mechanic
Move like a bunch of mexicans with bandanas
Son, it’s on so we can just maximillion
I got the spot sewn, so we can make a billion
The god’s tropical
Ladies call me black fruit punch
Rainbow, flavored niggas murder niggas for lunch
Peace to the paris crew in the avenue, and my
nigga jay love
Who carries switch blades on the red roof

Verse two: cappadonna

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 dawn of dumb, deaf and blind
He ain’t mine, he shook like the faggots on
daytime
Crossed over grain while we was bubblin
moonshine
Sippin on the moet, laid up, rae-gambino
Mastermind the plan, tony starks, cappachino
Develop while your head be swellin up all for the
nation
Blinded by the ice while I release the
confrontation
Donna holy fat bads of weed, ravioli
Pasta, bodyguard the killa bee songs like kevin
costner
Infrared all inside your bumba rasta
Cappadonna pimped the derby like the mobster

Interlude: ghostface

Yeah, yeah
Eight spaghetti lame brain as* niggaz
Quarters, nickels, and dimes bit*h
Except for overtime nigga
Any as* money should be fine
Cause I’m coming strong, reaking niggas backs
Keepin sh*t real
If you haven’t noticed this crazy as* rusty,
as* nigga
Let me tell you this four times
Tony starks, raekwon the chef
Cappachino and golden arms
Is comin through mad strong
From the isles of shaolin
For all them faggot ass
Rusty ticket-head bit*hes too
Shump shump baby

Verse three: raekwon the chef

Yo back in the days, baggin crack, scrapin
plates
Flippin cakes to them heavy head niggaz hatin
jakes
It be us, all the war’s soldiers, hangin in
halls gettin over
City niggaz who for blood money rockin rovers
Stay dipped, don’t have no money in your
pocket
In the streets while these people mark money in
their jeep
Crack bums watch your back for jumps
Caught before a fake twenty dollar bill
Get em son, we ain’t the one
Politickin, purse vickin, sick of these
dominicans
Eatin good, had to shoot my way up out of
bennigans
That’s life, to top it all off, beef for white
Pullin bleach out tryin to throw it in my
eyesight
Yo what the f**k was on yo mind?