Ice Water

[Intro: Ghostface] Tommy Hill rocking ice niggas Tommy Hill ice rocking niggas who fuck... Mira, afrente Take a one on one to this shit y'all Get your nostrils clear Come on, sniff your brains out All my Al Capone, Al Pacino niggas Who's down with drug smuggling Cappadonna, Golden Arms [Verse 1: Ghostface] Check out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus I know a few niggas sniff coke and caught seizures Peace to half-moon Caesars, and all the bitches in the bleachers Hot weather, sex on the beaches Jewelry shopping out of the country, deluxe luxury People saying that my chains look truck on me But what about the Wonder Woman bracelet Two-oh point three diamond cut engraved rubies kid, I laced it My sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbing, ready for robbing But first hit Maria's for a butter almond The bionic microphone is Smack Mechanic Move like a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas Son it's on, so we can just max a million I got the spot sewn so we can make a billion The God's tropical, ladies call me black fruit punch Rainbow flavor niggas murder niggas for lunch Peace to the Paris Crew in the avenue, and my nigga Jay Love Who carry switchblades on the reg, duke [Verse 2: Cappadonna] Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever want it got beef I politic, show love, crush those who dare creep Into my realm of sunshine I praise divine Fine line between Donna dumb, deaf and blind He ain't mine, he shook like the faggots in daytime Crossed over grain while we was bubbling moonshine Sipping on a Moet, laid up, Rae-Gambino Mastermind the plan, Tony Starks, Cappachino Developed while your head be swelling up off of the Nation Blinded by the ice while I release the confrontation Donna holy fat bags of weed, ravioli Pasta, bodyguard the killa bee songs like Kevin Costner Infra-red all inside your bumbo, rasta Cappadonna pimp the derby like the mobster [Interlude: Big Un] Yeah, yeah Eight spaghetti lame brain ass niggas Quarters, nickels, and dimes bitch Except for overtime nigga Any ass money suit me fine Cause I'm coming strong, breaking niggas backs Keeping shit real If you haven't noticed bitchy ass rusty, ass nigga Let me tell you this one time Tony Starks, Raekwon the chef Cappachino and Golden Arms Is coming through mad strong From the isles of Shaolin For all them faggot ass Rusty chickenhead bitches too Shup Shup baby? [Verse 3: Raekwon] Yo back in the days, bagging cracks, scraping plates, flipping cakes Who them heavy head niggas hating Jakes It be us, wall to wall soldiers, hanging in halls getting over City niggas shoot for blood money rocking Rovers Stay dipped, don't have no money in your pocket in the streets Why these people mob money in they Jeep Crack bums watch your back for jums Cost me for a fake twenty dollar bill Get 'em son, we ain't the one Politicking, plus vicking, sick of these Dominicans Eating good, had to shoot my way up out of Bennigans That's life, to top it all off, beef with White Pulling bleach out trying to throw it in my eyesight Yo what the fuck is on your mind?