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dj kay slay - ice men lyrics

[verse 1: uncle murda]
[?] so real, we don’t know how to be fake
n+ggas’ll take it to trial, knowing they can’t beat the case
one for all, all for one, that’s how we role
we ain’t never break that code
n+ggas be 20 like i be home, and i’m 50 years old
that’s a lotta time, but n+ggas can never say that we told
my mentality since a young n+gga
f+ck cancer, i was a live or die by the gun n+gga
my mother passed away from cancer
god still ain’t give me no answers
no father, grandma’s too old to disiplin me
og’s in the neighborhood used to kick it with me
[?] wheile i’m young
[?]
it’s so real where i come from
i wound up shooting the kid i got the gun from

[verse 2: mysonne]
mysonne!
i’m the elephant in the room
the goon from the big [?]
realest n+gga rapping, who they gon speak on
[?] they scared of me
[?] don’t compare to me
it’s rare you see a fella flyer than a propeller
[?] malcolm and mendella
outfit is [?]
men better respect me
i get them disconnected, they’ll never connect me
no n+ggas expect me, turn up [?]
i don’t even raise my voice, i k!ll them with a smile
a villain with some style, brand new yanky on it
popping bottles, i ain’t drinking nothing but [?] on it
wavey on a level, these lames be thinking they on it
ladies on my d+ck, they say it’s a baby [?]
play big, go head, get your gravy on it
get you [?], the same block you play me on
[verse 3: fat trel]
i [?] rolex on my right
neckless is bright, your latest b+tch my pet for the night
i do what she like, i rip the mic quick and [?]
i take me a flight, layed low, i stayed with a [?]
made a sprite, i turned it pink, sleep in a mink
bad model b+tch showing up in my [?]
f+ck is you drinking? you other n+ggas [?]
[?] that powder power, she can’t even blink
i take me a seat, it’s obvious i’m doing too much
or the opisit, cause mtv don’t know me enough
i know that you bluff, you see her with me, you know that we f+ck
she brought a pistol, [?] really was [?]
shooting in public, stuffing boddies in buckets
john gotti couldn’t walk around my way with a shotta
[?] bag and do you bad [?]
in miami when the sun [?]

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