Iced Out

(Nickatina)

Man it's the diamondback eagle that's legal to kick it evil

Bullets from behind wit your peoples

I serenade the whole serengeti fefetti and lucaccini

Chuck Taylor down in a beanie, the kill genie

State the state and face the face crop the bass

The rap the race the rhyme the weight the god the sign

The rom of don of spawn of khan, now whatchu doin' there khan?

Rap til I steal-her for-real illa with alligator blood veins

Me and a pisces hit the drug main

Eatin' on steak in the late night, tiger get your brain right

Dickey get the game tight, 'den fuck em all

Hear me once and you'll never forget

I'm like a caridagate, or better yet I got this ready to spit

Hot raps that burn and yearn fuck it you'll wait your turn

You'll get cut in line everytime

Man I live by the sword and die by the gun

And not give a fuck and why? 'cause I'm young

Raps that backtrack and crack the sky ask me why

Check if you deserve to die

Shit a Rip Van Winkel ebeneezer

Kill the plea ya kill the tea ya kill to ease the pain

That scarred the game on tiger's brain, sigh

Now that's a cold mother fucker, iced out.

(Chorus)

What's that in your ring homie? Iced out.

What's that in your chain homie? Iced out.

Do you disrespect the game homie? Ya iced out.

Do the coldest heart men deserve to die?

What's that in your ring homie? Iced out.

What's that in your chain homie? Iced out.

Do you disrespect the game homie? Ya iced out.

Do the coldest heart men deserve to die?

(Equipto)

You wanna get in my mix man? I really doubt that

Cuz I'm hard to swallow like a mouth full of crack

And I'm hard to follow like a cheetah on crank

And I'm hard to break like the lock on a safe

In a federal bank so don't dare try to hack this

Maxed stay the bass, 'cause I'ma be frank

If you crack the code then I'ma crack your face

And if I catch ya case they won't set the date for the trial

Cuz I'ma put you under the ground and in 10 years

You'll be food for a cow how you like me now just like kumody

Cuz I got Andre Nicky up in 214

And like a newport bean I had to ask for green

To achieve my goals and make my dreams my reality

And what I got, I got killaz on a salary

Makin' an hourly wage off this game that we play

For wonder bread and ground beef

A ticket to a meal to me that sounds sweet

So we bring the heat until the meat gets cooked

Or til the deed gets took or to whichever comes first

(Chorus)

(Nickatina)

Man the way I blaze the blueberry it's like I'm in the military

Gotta have a chopper tiger fire everytime

I spits like a cobra rare anaconda boa constrictoris keep my pictures

Man the lexus 4 door, trips to morocco, damns in in soho, trinity and coco

See ya, and run ya like a red light and when it turns green

I hit the weed, increase the speed

Man it's so don doda, magic like harry potter

Take it over like nino did the cartah, projects

High tech low tech what's the spread? I might say go Jets, Nickatina

The freight train at hells gates pain

you know standing there fuckin like a gun range

And I do it for the lords the lords all the kings

The kings that brang the dream and all the gleam

Hit Vegas like a conioni with the mac in my blood

And not a macaroni, K-K-K-Khan

Party til I die nigga, some wonder why nigga

But that's the mindstate when you gettin' high nigga

Set me up to cut things I'm like a mustang

Ready to rush-bust tough thangs

(Chorus)