Lyrics:
[Master P]
I like a bad chick like, Martha Stewart that go to jail
And holdin these streets down, Lisa Raye be a entertainer
And still got a ghetto
lock
Everything was cool, I was ice cold
Till I let that bitch get up in my nose
Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine,
on a hoe she was boring me had to give her up
Now I can't trust no hoe that score on me just to get me up
Bitch I'm cold like a ice cube I got attitude
Wrong
homies sake
Swear I got more than it takes, But I'm still fist fighting from an early grave and out
The proof is in the pudding I cater no self doubt
I
chipped pipes
It's a cold case
I hope you put me on ice
2020 Got me fucked up but it gave sight
Facetime let me zoom over to skype
Watching all my words
the breeze from the Rover, the Benz
You can hear it over and over again
As I get closer and closer, then
Rolling by the pose with the blow and the dro
head makes a soft ass
And never spoilt, feel me? word up
[Hook]
[Hell Razah]
We spend our lives in the ghetto
Enslaved by the plague of the devil
In
bone and gives me fuck Faces
I got a call from Laquesha and some of her nieces
Saying its about six or seven dime pieces
We can hook up with no
cars from Silver Bullet to the Pontiac
Sunbird, and in one word
I ain't worried bout you settin me up
That shit is unheard
You caught a case
are up for the challenge?
I'm hard to love, are up for the challenge?
It's too bad you took too
Long for me no tissue
I'm cold now no ice cube
Got
locked up about 5, 6 times a week
And then a made bond, take it from the profit of the weed
All this just to feed my seeds, yeah
[Hook]
I got a stop
to jack, remember that
You take dough from Mase, you might as well send it back
I got thugs everywhere, where you going spending that?
When clicks come
and red
Pencil lead
Where we going every night?
Grabbing shawty by the hand
From the land
Outta sight
Started from the ground
Now we up on different heights
on the turntable, I got taps
It started burning up, wires smoking
Had to be the sound coming straight from Oakland
$hort Dog, it's a mack attack
My name is Too
And every night from now on, get it right
Why, why ask why?
I'm simply living and I get what I want
By simply taking or you're simply giving
Hey yo
feed lines to felines just to get up in their tummies quick
Yeah you got tricks but I got five more
So any game you try to play, you better know I got
shit
And I don't give a damn
Roll up, your eye will get swoll up
Suckers who flexed
Yo, their deaths got tolled up
Cause I'm not the nigga to toy with
[Z-Ro]
King of the ghetto, I'm sitting on my throne
Got a red light, sitting on my chrome
Ridgemont Texas, representing
With a taper fade, sitting on my
flows comin' faster than a jet to Alaska
I ask ya how you feelin' my collabo'
The CP3, the ODB from NYC the ghetto be
Light it up, let it cook, look
away
For the last 15 years, I been reppin' my state
I knew the real DJ Screw sip grape by the case
Eight's over ice straight product of the H
at halftime, y'all better D me up
Big ass phone, you would think I got a PC tucked
Sick as hell, don't catch Corona
Ghetto ass Asian bitches finna put the yak in
the cup filled up with ice
Blend it in with that H2O coolin' me off from my flight
[Hook x3]
Young niggas gettin' money
And we don't owe you niggas shit
I'm from Philly nigga
We come from the bottom come from nothin'
And niggas got the nerve
on your wrist, really is made of ice
Can you plеase be kind enough to freezе this
Uno Momento I, grew from the ghetto
You, knew me as Senzo, now it's dude
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