I Got (Pills)

[Hook: Iceman] I got Xanies, Somas, Vics, Addies Norcos and Cocos, I zipped 'em in a baggy (x2) [Verse 1: Kenny Siegel] B-be with chicks as thick as Atlanta strippers Who probably on the pill like a banana sticker Tell them bitches 'bout me, t-t-tell them bitches 'bout me I can spray cologne on, cause you can smell that shit around me See my loud so loud, you can almost hear it And I'll always feel better after liftin' up my spirit I'm talkin' about my liquor, did you get the picture? I'm in love with bud, why sir, didn't you bring the swisher? I can teach you a thing or two about Takin' it to the top, take heed and your about To reach the pinnacle, drink or cooler mouth Drop a Vic and you swipe into her mouth L-O-L, you don't like me? Well oh well, mami you'll like these yellow pills And baby I'm too gone to understand your story, but I guarantee I feel your tail I got... [Hook] [Verse 2: Iceman] I got way too much shit up in my blood stream I left my kids on her tongue ring And even though I ain't feelin' the bitch I gotta be polite because she's the one refilling my scripts I'm in a room full of ratchets, room-room full of ratchets 2s is the average I might be faded but my eyes can see Tell me why all these ratchets all got more tats than me? Fuck it, all of my bottles got an orange shade I'm 'bout to pop the top and soar away I'm in my zone so hey I'm on that type of shit that Whitney was too old to take My eyelids are lower than shit My high lasts longer the older I get Do I wile out? The answer's yes I'm in love with my P-I-L-L-S I got... [Hook] [Verse 3: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero] I got purp, I got green, I could show you O.Zs I got bitches in the room on snow with no skis Keys for the low, yeah I'm on this lowkey I ain't blowin' Keisha, but Keisha blowin' on me You a better hustler? Mmm, probably not I can hit you with the Mollies, call it molli-whopped Dice stay with a bitch, fuck her if her body hot Get her on the E, they transform like Autobots Keep that white handy and hoes handy too Meaning I got eye candy and nose candy too You wanna hustle right, nigga I know how Cops pulled me over, I'mma hide those Vals Sell product from the telly cheap, like a thrift store I got what you need, bro I'm in, I'm on the fifth floor Put that white in the pot, I don't mean Crisco Me and my bros heavyweights, you can call us Klitschko [Hook]