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king of the dot - bigg k vs head i.c.e. lyrics

[round 1: head i.c.e.]
i said yo
i said i smack you with a tree no boot attached
you’ve been riding where? it’s a boot attached
n-gg- i robbed you for your p’s and
watch you beg for peace that’s the only way you get your budda back
you get ’em all aboard well i’m chris with snoop i give ’em all the boards
so what’s your war report before the war report n-gg-?
n.o. but you not official
i should let hoffa hit you before you teleport into a police station and tell the cops i’m with ’em n-gg-
he ain’t no rider, i smell a cop on him
if i get the drop on him i let them drop on ’em
once these bad boys split his head y’all gon’ be mad big/bigg is dead i went lox on him
dope money, you don’t remind me of ‘kiss your c-ke funny
so stop before i leave you with a knot
as big as $5,000 in all twenties n-gg-
baller alert
you was better off asking organik how to alter his shirt
3x sweater, gun barking at a crowd like when e. ness fed up
all in the church n-gg-
i pray for you, don’t let death catch ya
gun, poking out the shirt like a nipple on t-rex sweater
then you get murdered like smack booked mook to rap battle for his next set up
who’s selling tickets n-gg-?
i catch you in the tele tricking
i’ll wait til your wife come home and give her that t-boz in belly visit
n-gg- you can’t run to africa
so wherever you run i’m after ya
i’ll put a ghost to your name like i signed you to my label and i’m maybaching ya
ride out
if head feels something itchy it ain’t dry scalp
i got an ill mac, bigg k, sh-t could turn los globos any time now n-gg-
they’ll be looking for the body and a random lush n-gg- gon’ say “and there it is” cause you sleeping in amy winehouse n-gg-
get your men for us, i keep a big taurus
and got an mm p15 that been waiting to take a shot like a bench warmer n-gg-
i hit your army up
then let pumpkinhead tell you how ice could’ve been team homi once
farrakhan can’t stop this n-gg-
in thee end (indian) they gon’ wish gandhi come n-gg-
you can’t f-ck with me and you know he right
i’m the only ice, i don’t only fight
n-gg- i kill you with the cord attached to your karaoke mic
rap now
before you get back on smack you’ll get smacked down
beat up too, found by a clean up crew, somewhere in the back lounge n-gg-
i stay with it, you play with it
you n-gg- fear a (phara) funeral unless queen of the ring give it n-gg-
m-16 got a b-tt big as ms. hustle, i won’t even shoot you with it
just smack, and your head will have a gat as big as kristi yamaguchi standing n-gg-
this how the story go
your b-tch will suck a random d-ck like glory hole
i get you both smoked for short money, tori doe n-gg-
who gon’ stop ice?
i done stopped life in front of stop lights
so if i miss i’m still fit to catch the murder on another ave
so if i see three i’m still qbing the hit to get the drop right
talk to me right or i smack blood out you
i better get a hog out you
if i don’t, i’ma go in your mouth and pull that lil’ bit of thug out you, you b-tch -ss n-gg-
if i b-mp k and he front, i’ma catch a case like b-mp j
y’all gon’ see murder (c-murder) from a master p you can tell your lil’ romeo one day
the streets see for everybody that’s why i hide from every body
so see me when you see me cause i might be the last n-gg- you saw before you see everybody!
n-gg-, i do gully sh-t, muddy sh-t
like, they’ll only see your stomach floating
but everything fallout out your back underwater got you looking like a jellyfish n-gg-
i’m rich porter, i keep a gun cause only a n-gg- close like po can hit me
i throw him 50 plus protect him by throwing 50 so i keep it 100 with no one with me n-gg-
ice!
your b-tch will love me and i’ll love her back
f-ck me and i’ma f-ck her back
cause you reach out arms, i make her hug a strap n-gg-
different n-gg-, yeah we pouring out for the same type of dead homies but this is different liquor
cheer up or get a haircut from a different clipper n-gg-
i work harder
and got a whole different team of ballers i coach carter
n-gg- only 2 chainz could tell you how ludacris sh-t be when you go solo and come harder n-gg-
so place a table bet
i get your whole table wet
they’ll have dna by every other number like when he played roulette n-gg-
you n-gg-s say “bars” in a reference or you talking slickly
my wolf know just by the way i “bars” i got that 40 with me n-gg-
ice!

[round 1: bigg k]
i said yo ice
you a 50 year old low life, no stripes
you and your wolf can get stuck together like cold rice
bow knife, old head come get your dome sliced
i roll up with it in my lap like the phone lights
so nice, you trash for the low price
no bars, they blinded by your flash, that’s a strobe light
i’m throwing bombs, you holding on, let it go ice
your ship sailed, you’re stinking up this card with that old spice
you smell me? i don’t rock with that
but if you 50 and still broke you got to rap
i put the blades on ice like a hockey match
two rifles, i’m live with a pair of scopes (periscope) i don’t got the app
get clapped, it’ll be five goons where ice chilling
after i green light the room like night vision
no water, that’s a puddle of blood, ice dripping
it got real, then they saw me take a chunk out the top, ice fishing
listen, i’m bringing three rounds, slip and it’s a beat down
i’m strapped like the navy, lama by the kidney
get it jumping in beantown
i push the pinto, slump with the seat down
now i’m dabbing in the dump like i’m dee brown
clown, no friends, it’s the fam’ only
full clip, i peel a can like anchovies
your 16 from the 50, d-mn homie
that sh-t’ll clean ice up like a zamboni
i said i’m tony, montana with a sledgehammer
for your stash next door, ned flanders
the clip falling off the hip, wet pampers
a big one hit your chest fred sanford
who fronting? you don’t like it than do something
f-ck rap, i run through dust i’m dune bugging
plugged, i know some rasta mons, tools dumping
i had them dreads slide on ice; cool runnings
gun in the zipper medic, throw one in your lid and wet it
showtime oven, they’ll set it and then forget it
you flexing, i’ma stretch it i ain’t real sympathetic
fire an hk like h-ll’s kitchen credits
dead it, i’ma f-ck him up, squeeze him like a rubber duck
this’ll have you scared to leave your crib like the bubble gups
this sh-t’ll knock a horse down, word to b-ttercup
get set up, slap ice with a stick, that’s a knuckle puck
what it’s about? don’t make me come to your house
kick a dead body under the couch
the 40 kicking like a kangaroo tucked in the pouch
while he chilling, if ice grilling i put a slug in his mouth
eat d-ck, top it off with a plate full of aids
cut it out or get folded; paper mache
just keep your f-cking mouth shut like we playing charades
harlem hospital giving beds out but you going straight to the grave!
[round 2: head i.c.e.] {15:30}

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