Текст песни Charli Baltimore f Mobb Deep - Ice
Charli Baltimore f Mobb Deep - Ice слова песни
What, whatUh, uhWhat, uhWhat, yeahUh, yoYo, whatYo, uhYo, uh[Charli]Say Mobb Deep, niggas go sorryNiggas might rob meSee these niggas that go with car figuresPapers dial mine, clothes custom figureMatchin` Jon Gotti to roll through customs niggaRoll the custom built shit, I bust them clipsNiggas trust my lips, while they suck they dicksPlus the Kiss be the Long GoodnightMurderous bitch be the wrong in spiked-typedPrice right, be that song, the right typeBut only if Havoc and P spittin` wit` meAnd they say they gon` see that C.B. nice wit` itHinnesy and Rimmy, and give me some ice wit` itShake down, niggas`ll throw some dice in itPut your Money on Chuck or in 9-9, you`re fuckedTry your luck, stress this red-headI mix blood in my dye, like my faily ties[Chorus: Havoc & Charli]When you in the mix with this shitSkin and bones, nothing but the fistsDo your hard beat, rapper lay a bidOther dogs posted up over hereNiggas fuckin` up, where my niggas at huh?Niggas be frontin`, where my niggas at what?Yo they don`t want itThis is live nigga rapScared getta gat but if not, it`s coolCause right here is where it`s at[Havoc]Yo, when I foul out on lab mouseOne nut and I`m outAin`t tryin` to stick around, let a nigga catch me out of boundDon`t give a fuck about a rumorKnow how I get downLet my man`s do it, he gots to right to itKnown Jay come through the door, still like they "Who this?"Don`t got beef, but got niggas, serious onesMake sure a nigga here, plus lasted warsAnd stay countin` all that cash when I`m fuckin` wit` `Un`Fuck around with my funds, got a bring a gunPlease don`t make me have to puncture ya lungs[Ty Nitty]Cause we the ones rockin` `em, the ones toppin` `emGold bars unpredictable, like Mystikal and Shock and `emWe heavenly like BIG, Pac and themMobb Deep and Charli Baltimore, who`s coppin` `emWho`s lockin` `em, who`s hotter then themIt`s like a dice game and Crack Tito totterin` them[Chorus][Prodigy]Yo, all and together we gon` rush the front doorGet at themThey dumpin` our songs, so now it`s onInfamous, my niggas pop clips to thisAnd fight to itNiggas respect it, it`s like we magneticIt`s like the last thing you want is dramaGo at the girls, have a good time, don`t make it a problemWhile we pop bottles of Mo`Burn down bottles of `droSmack that ass of models and ho`sRappin`, all ya`ll some rag old bunniesReady to jump offI`m on the side fondlin` this MarcyBlack Barbie doll, Q.B. bitches ready to brawlCharli Baltimore payin` dues, got it `em balledAt the bar slashin` bitchesOver some niggasFrom a Wayne cell, we stuff back in `96Spaid like... swallow the Gin, we musclin` inPlay ya par kid, don`t be a talkative Marvin[Chorus]