Raekwon Ghostface Killah and Cappachino - Ice Water Lyrics

Tommy Hil' rockin' ice niggas
Tommy Hil' rockin' niggas who f*ck-
Mira, aprende
Take a one on one to this shit, y'all (yeah)
Get your nostrils clear (yeah)
Come on, sniff your brains out
All my Al Capone, Al Pacino niggas (yeah, word up)
Who's down with drug smugglin' (Cappadonna, Golden Arms)

Yo, yo
Check out the rap kin'pin, the black Jesus
I know a few nigga sniff coke and caught seizures
Peace to half-moon Caesars
And all the bitches in the bleachers
Hot weather, sex on the beaches
Jewelry shoppin' out of the country
Deluxe luxury
People sayin' that my chains look truck on me
But what about the Wonder Woman bracelet?
Two-one-point-three diamond cut engraved rubies
Kid, I laced it
My sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin', ready for robbin'
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 flavored niggas murder niggas for lunch
Peace to the Paris Crew in the avenue, and my nigga Jay Love
Who carry switch blades on the reg', duke

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 bubblin' moonshine
Sippin' on the Moet, laid up, Rae-Gambino
Mastermind the plan, Tony Starks, Cappachino
Develop while your head be swellin' 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
Infrared all inside your bumba', rasta
Cappadonna pimp the derby like the mobster

Yeah, yeah
Ayy, spaghetti lame brain-ass niggas
Quarters, nickels, and dimes, bitch
Except for overtime, nigga
Any ass money suit be fine
'Cause I'm comin' strong, breakin' niggas backs
Keepin' shit real
If you haven't noticed, you bitchy-ass, rusty-ass, nigga
Let me tell you this one time
Tony Starks, Raekwon the Chef
Cappachino and Golden Arms
Is comin' through mad strong
From the isles of Shaolin
For all them faggot-ass
Rusty chicken-head bitches too
Shup-shup, baby

Yo, back in the days
Baggin' crack, scrapin' plates, flippin' cakes
Who them heavy head niggas hatin' Jakes?
It be us, all the war's soldiers
Hangin' in halls gettin' over
City niggas, shoot for blood money, rockin' 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 jumps
Caught before a fake twenty dollar bill
Get 'em son, we ain't the one
Politickin', purse vickin', sick of these Dominicans
Eatin' good, had to shoot my way up out of Bennigan's
That's life, to top it all off, beef with White
Pullin' bleach out, tryna throw it in my eyesight
Yo, f*ck is on yo' mind?