Lyrics:
a threat that's growin with ya, step from the hills to the best
I prove that I'm witty by usin my mind
I spit from my heart so you don't confuse me with
by the first day of school
Now I gotta rebuild it like Istanbul
Ice on my wrist be looking like a crown jewel
Drip off the watch be filling up a damn
whores too pricey
Don't call the wifey, tryn' hit a
Lick and she bite me, yeah
Pull out the drive way
(Ohh) , hop on the highway (Yeah)
Drink with the ice
they actin' like faggots
I feel like Ice Cube man these niggas need a daddy
Pokin' out dey chest and always actin' like dey bad
While I'm snappin' like
cool
A sporty young dude with a heart for the people
Although some of 'em rude
With an attitude like I'm Ice Cube with the vision
Friday in
to wash it down
A bag of ICE CUBEs cuz I
Like my drinks COLD now
Saw a LIL REESE man those get me goin' MEEK
But I was TOO SHORT of change
So it looked
a quick pit stop on the corner
To pet a little dog and chat with its owner
It's the type of day you just can't feel bad
The same type of day Ice Cube
take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
My, first album had no famous guest
I put some drip on my feet
You see this ice on my neck
Yeah I be dripping with ease
Took a trip to LA but now we gone
If you see me from afar don't
thing I drop is platinum albums (what else?)
Drop ex hoes, drop bad habits, drop fire shit, still drop acid
Drop a pin, I'm pulling up like 'bam-bam'
Artist: Flesh-N-Bone f/ Big Punisher, Fat Joe
Album: T.H.U.G.S. (Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls)
Song: No Mercy
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, real
got hit in the head, bitch right by his crib
Go and make them TikToks with your ass, know that's how you is
Yeah, know it's Jay bitch
S.T.S., all ya'll
got hit in the head, bitch right by his crib
Go and make them TikToks with your ass, know that's how you is
Yeah, know it's Jay bitch
S.T.S., all ya'll
New album the twenty fifth so you better mark your calendar
Shout out Drive By
Og's remember
one
Just da money, da guns, and da drugs
Stick icky by the pound
Yes
Slangin' bullets by the round
Damn
Wait until the next album out
We'll get ya all
slum computer wizard
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards
The wildlife that kills for ice trife, like by the digits
Gorillas injected with
don't shoot anymore
My deal got signed so the spirits all up
We shot the album front cover up by the shops
We just wanna rep the manor right, give it
years later
Sittin' in them Range Rover tints
My life is crazy, ice is hazy
Overnight flight, how to expedite your lady
For the right price, I could get
and the sack of the feds in a vicegrip
Wedding ring lookin like an ice chip
Model agencies, steady paging my nice lips
Bet I, make a, boutta
Couple, hunnit, hits
open
I don't know how I got the gift I'm chosen
Making all these songs na I won't stop flowing
Still got big dreams big house by the ocean
Still I'm
to the fact of the matter
We ain't dropping out of college, but our pockets getting fatter
And we're mixing up the album like we playing with the batter
Yeah,
album had no famous guest appearances
The outcome: I'm crowned the best lyricist
Many years on this professional level
Why would you question who's
take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
My, first album had no famous guest
take what I want, so
You tried to front
Hope you got yourself a gun
You ain't real, hope you got yourself a gun
My first album had no
Famous guest
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