Cold as Ice

Colllld. asss. iiiiice; you know that you are
Colllld. asss. iiiiice; you’re cold as ice to me!
Colllld. asss. iiiiice.
Yeah, hahahahaha, OHHHHH SHIT!
YEAH!
Word the fuck UP!
You’re ICE!
First Family
I’d like to welcome motherfuckers to the back of the mind of Bill
See I’m for real
When deliverin these M.O.P. tactics, I’ll bury you bastards
I custom make caskets
The B.G. (told ya nigga) the Y.G. (soldier nigga)
Even the O.G. (cobra nigga) told ya nigga
I may come, with my gun in my hand
to make sure you motherfuckers understand
Pardon me!
How the fuck you gon’start with me?
I’m a heavyweight in this game, you just spar with me You get laced down, from your face down, drop your shit
Niggaz thought M.O.P. stand for mop and shit
Don’t don’t DON’T, get it twisted
I told you that we top of the line designed realistic
For instance, MASH OUT POSSE
will come through and clear yo’ass out
dump and air yo’ass out, CHUMP, we cold
That’s right!
SHO’NUFF!
Yeah!
COME ON!
First Family
A predicate gun buster, I passed all classes
One of the fastest at blastin flashes (BURNT)
You seen my work, you know my steez
It’s a slim chance that I’ma hesitate to squeeze, please
Money never made me (no) money never played me (NO NO)
. and Money bet’not make (?) or I break his ass
Subtract his ass when I step through his hood
Fuck droppin you, I’m into stoppin you for good
Stop him if you could
And you’ll be, stiff as a log in a suit lookin nice
Youse a sinner nigga
But you ain’t cold enough to freeze hot slugs when they run up in ya
You ain’t in my class nigga, I’m the last nigga
You gon’fuck around and get blast, sucka ass nigga
The soul survivor, survivor sole
Nigga you roll, and I roll, let’s stroll
I told you that I’m cold!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yo I terrorize guys (EXERCISE) street formulas
At hip-hop shows, cause pandemonium
Shit, I ain’t concerned until it’s my turn
I snatch a mic jump on the stage and show my ass like Howard Stern
But not in that form (hell nah) I perform
lyrical heatwaves, that’ll keep your brain warm
But when it’s on, you fuck around and get ripped up or get placed in a bodybag, with that ass zipped up Toe tag 'em!
GOT HIM!
Even ballistics won’t be able to tell, how the fo'-fo'ragged him
Dragged him, halfway down the block
Now you know where a nigga go when a nigga close a nigga shop
Fuck you!
Tell me somethin new
On behalf of the First Family staff, and homicide crews
in control — REAL NIGGAZ WON’T FOLD
I told you we were cold
Yeah!
WHAT UP?
Yeah