
benny the butcher & 38 spesh - ice lyrics
[intro: 38 spesh]
huh, huh
know what i’m sayin’?
ayo
[verse 1: 38 spesh]
they won’t use my energy down
i refuse to lose while takin’ food out my enemies’ mouths
huh, my girl got plenty of styles
look like a caribbean dial, i spent a pretty penny at chow’s
huh, i sold plenty of vowels
when my fiends shoot dope, they like to sit down indian+style
n+ggas is foul, really, it’s wild
they say people don’t change, that mean you must been an envious child
my lifestyle like a d+mn king
in a luxury chariot, drinkin’ liquor out a canteen
i served drug dealers and fiends
played both sidеs of the street, still left with my hands clean
i can’t dancе or can’t sing
but i can swing and this .50 cal’ will give your man wings
a snitch never ran things
if you connected to pigs, i’ll put a bullet in your hamstring
trust
[verse 2: benny the butcher]
first+class flight, when i land i leave with the stewardess (i’m out)
but i’ll put a baby in her throat before her uterus (ah)
eastside butch, got a trap and knew what to do with it (i knew what to do with it)
but after that freestyle with em, i knew i was through with it (let’s go)
n+ggas think a blizzard hit, the work came, i tossed it
i put ice on the street like trump first day in office
so you herbs can’t be talkin’ when real n+ggas in the room
i’m puttin’ two+thousand dollar louis kicks on mercedes carpets
compare me to rapper dorks, in the face, that’s a slap of course (d+mn)
avoid bein’ back in court, i gave y’all a master course (i showed y’all n+ggas)
rule number one, never stash dope where it’s cash, of course (that’s a fact)
number two, never eat wagyu with a plastic fork
these gatekeepers’ll burn their hand ‘fore they pass the torch
sold yay’ to tweakers, and i’ll burn these bands ‘fore i have remorse
i’m from buff’, but n+ggas hear me and say, “that’s new york” (that’s new york right there)
so, f+ck it, i hold the whole state down, like that’s the fort (let’s go)
and i know hustlers fightin’ cases, i know k!llers that relate
when i signed to roc nation, i was still on section 8
when i performed on jimmy fallon, i could still stretch a eighth
when i signed to def jam, i was just tryna catch a play, n+gga
[outro: benny the butcher]
it’s butch
or big butch to you, let’s go
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