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lloyd banks - iceman lyrics

(feat. 8ball, scarface, young buck)

[lloyd banks]
yeah! uhh, i’m back
uhh, haha
uhh, oooooooh

[chorus: lloyd banks]
yeah yeah, they know me ’round here, they call me iceman
i ain’t your friend boy, i’ll f-ck your wife man
look at my left, now look at my right hand
every time i move it looks like a strike of lightning
my name is banks, but you can call me igloo
there’s white rocks on my neck, and my wrist’s blue
so don’t trip, cause you know i got my pistol
you’ll be surprised of the doors that it gets through

[lloyd banks]
yeah, louie introduced me to jewelry, now i’m lovin it
tell jacob the shinin’s so good, them hoes love the sh-t
diamond after diamond, and i climbed up out the bottom
so holla if it’s a problem, i got ’em just like you got ’em
i’m stylin; they grillin cause my whip can buy a skyscr-per
roll down the windows stick my hand out, “hi hater!”
i’m on my way to la, i’ll see you guys later
you’ll be here when i get back; ain’t got no time to drink that
now all i do is sit back, hop on the plane and sip ‘gnac
hop in the range and whip that, came in the game with this cr-p
you say my name you get smacked, right on your brain with the gat
know who you playin with black, then holla back

[chorus]

[young buck]
my name is buck, but you can call me icey
i keep spillin cristal on my white t
don’t give a f-ck, b-tch you ain’t gotta like me
i pop my trunk and have you runnin in your nikes
look what i just bought, this white mink i got it in new york
and this bright link i put it on and walk right out the store
where’s my car keys? what am i gon’ drive?
my phantom got the steering wheel on the wrong side
pocket full of cash, ferrari with the drive-out tags
them hoes followin us, let me stop and get some gas
liberace, the cops watch me
i’m ice skatin like a n-gg- playin hockey – holla back

[chorus]

[8ball]
canary yellow princess cut, rocks when i smile
fat boy kept it gritty since i was a chubby child
look at me now, hat c-cked up, wristw-tch rocked up
when i put my hand up to my mouth and hit that sticky stuff
the light, hit the ice, on my eight-ways piece
in the streets, i’m a g; on the mic, i’m a beast
keep a b-tch, on her knees, n-gg- please, i’m a pimp
purge first, ask last, i’m a shark, you a shrimp
check a deuce, chevrolet, rims taller than my son
gun, on the seat with a extra clip cause i ain’t fin’ to run
in my brand new, sh-ll toe, three stripe, all white
in other words, come my way with that sh-t you gon’ lose your life

[chorus]

[scarface]
what the f-ck are they yellin?
dope man, anybody killa in the hood, f-ck the homeboy sellin
i’ve got a problem with him – if i can’t touch it
then he can’t slang it, and these streets get dangerous
corny n-gg-z pull up in cargo vans
palms sweaty, icky’s out with they masks all mad
i gave ’em the order, and that’s all bad
born into flossin flashin got his mark–ss, smashed
the iceman is in the buildin chillin
big game huntin; and this lame’s, stuntin
got an addiction that’s deeper than a prescription
he’s sleepin i’m on a mission to beat him in my position
it’s f-cked

[chorus]

[lloyd banks]
they know me ’round here, they call me iceman
watch ouuuuut…
they know me ’round here, they call me iceman
watch ouuuuut, i’ll f-ck yo’ wife man
they know me ’round here, they call me iceman
watch ouuuuut…
they know me ’round here, i’ll f-ck yo’ wife man
watch ouuuuut… yeah

- lloyd banks lyrics

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