Ice Cups (feat. Anthony Mason)

I’m telling you this shit raw dude
So I know a nigga that would headbutt you son and it would feel like a body
builder would just hit you in the fucking face
Full force nigga
Know a nigga that would headbutt you nigga
And that shit would ruin your whole life
(Laughter)
Yeah, aye yo constrobuz man this beat is fire
You that nigga
Even though you white you my nigga
Still a nigga
(Laughter)
Saggy ballsacks slapping the clit from the back
So many niggas bit my style man its time to give it back
Some of this shit yall be like wow
I be like wow this shit is wack
I say again, I got halal and Saint Ive’s on my breath
(Shrouded Imotech?) tip toeing with the TEC
Shots blowing leave a nigga holey like an old cassette
All for the Oprah
In the bookings sleepin' on my coat
Hoping that my upstate warrant ain’t show up
Got out
First thing I did was grab a hash brown
Breakfast snack wrap the meat was pork
So I threw it out
Niggas acting like we cool
Fuck up out my face dude
We was just talking passing time
I don’t know you
Hit the crib, shower shit
Skip Bayless, Steven Smith
Woke my bitch up
«Honey I’m home, time to suck some dick»
New York changing
Now it’s like wild gentrification
I ain’t even know that word until I had some white neighbors
(How ya doin man?)
Knock down the chicken spot
Turn it to a bike shop
Still got the liquor store
How much you got on this Ciroc
Ice cups and Gatorade
Green Tea and lemonade
Arizona tall boys, I pour and give mine a shake
It’s the nigga way (It's the nigga way x6)
Brooklyn, It’s just another day (just another day x4)
It’s the nigga way
It’s the nigga way
It’s the nigga way
How much you tryna pay (just another day x4)
Hit my only lick and took my bitch out to eat
That dirty money felt so good I could taste it in the meat
She fucked my like I was Alpo
If Big Meech was a geek
Reading Frank Miller’s Daredevil run from ‘83
Walter White and Wilies
Bishop and Forty Belows
Living proof that higher pressures of the world can pull ya slow
Shredder twisted off the ooze
Mixing Adderall and booze
Hope I die
If I do, tell my ex we wasn’t cool
Look me in my eyes motherfucker, I am dynamite
Timebomb ticking, My mind loves
A goldmine, a landmine, depending on who’s driving
Dr. Jekyll or Hyde, the madman or the scholar
Phantom of the Opera, Eric copped us with the Yawper
I ain’t with that fufu shit, gratata
Wanted the join the 27 club with closed eyelids
Be a martyr forever like Ty or Janice Joplin
Shaky ratchet spray
Type-casted castaway
(Casket?) drain the quart
Our flask, mixed with (brands of alcohol)
Zapp Brannigan boots
Timbs up to my shins
Neon fibers on my feelers
Ski goggles in the Benz
Blurry visionary, blue pill mercenary
Straight out a Troma film
High off that soma still
She asked me why I hurt her like I told her I don’t feel
Pain is love, word to Ja Rule
Now baby come and chill
Halal chicken and string beans
From off of 4th Ave
Slut bitches licking codeine off of my ballsack
That one for Yams
Even though we wasn’t cool like that
Seen him one day before he died
I really had his back
They wrote me off but what was written hasn’t come to pass
So I forgive em' in the year when they gon' lick the shaft
Omnipotent, I’m everything you never been
I kick it with the G’s about keys and the geeks
About (? tens) but in the end
I’m all about my benjamins
Ice Cups
I tilt this one up for Anthony Mason
In the end
It’s paper even over friends
Ice Cups
This one for number 14 from the Knicks
Bitches think I’m cool but I’m just crazy
Niggas think I’m brave but I’m like you
(So imma go Barter 6 on em')
Bitches think I’m bool but I’m still brazy
Niggas think I’m brave, I’m just like you