, icky, icky, ya, ya This ain't no blair witch, beware bitch I'll pick your motherfuckin' brain with an icepick Remember me, the V I C E Well, here's
m the fuse, Rhyme-F-E-S-T I'm {"Dy-no-mite!"} Niggaz runnin for cover from the fallin debris I'm {"Dy-no-mite!"} Explosive, nigga blowin up the streets
I'd like to thank the Mack God for all tha playa prophets that he sent I'd like to thank him for Donald Going and Iceberg Slim For dottin their I's and
the king of the jungle Nigga, what I bring won't be humble, y'all women and kids won't get no mercy Nigga want r-e-s-p-e-c-t, 'cause a nigga in the
Nothin' to pick up the gauge, explosion, blown Contend with the fifth dog Never could anyone check how I'm servin' for the C L E Get took to the streets
a pussycat, ready for labor L'll have you breakin' locks I'll have you cookin' fried rice in a big steel box The type of skills that I got reigned for
get loved shit get done round here, do you, not us [Chorus] Im gon do what I want cause this lifea??s made for living you got to know nothings for sure
the start Ran for the finish got detoured from the fast route by another One spot holder hold ground for our town, N.Y. For those who don't acknowledge
sloans Explosive head bullets, black hooded Timberland footed ninjas, who full metal jacket clips And know how to put it in you Surrender your goods and your merchandise For
ya ya icky icky ya ya Ice-- This aint no blair witch beware bitch Ill pick ur motherfuckin brain with an icepick remember me the V I C E well heres my
You crave more taste of my funk When my track drop ain't enough space in ya trunk Soul for real, but not the group I'm solo goin for dolo in the drop
a wifebeater, find a new man And for my little sisters in the misery Sweet sixteen you ain't alone in the pregnancy I pour some liquors for my homies
[Lady Dynamite] WHen i step up on the microphone, explosive people learn to pimp an play like they know dis but they neva see the dynamite get firocious
'm a N O nigga L I M I T soldier Gotti I told ya', I'm a muthafuckin' soldier Forty calibers and doja, what keep makin' holes Nationwide exposure, for me and my brethren For
from the 12th ward Never left nothin undone, breakin jaws for fun Cocky as Paul Bunyan, have ya cryin like onion Flyin low, a soldier born, ya chicken's choked Explosive
Cornered long-pig at the edge of the corral Ascending heart rate makes for succulent portions Capillary beds fill to the point of explosion In an orgasmic
Jordan This is for y'all while I'm spittin' literatures Lyrics'll ball like Allen Iverson dribble the ball They hopeless, whoever approaches my high explosives
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