[Chorus]
Don't ice me, you starin at the wrong one
There's alot of girls here, go and get up on one
We at the bar poppin, bottles till they all gone
If you aint leavin here wit us, you can walk home
Cause someone else will, they know how we ride
If you a playboy, you got one on each side
Keep your mouth closed, we don't let the beef ride
Ride... ride... ride
My team rolls deep, while ya'll ni99as front like gold teeth,//
And we hold heat; we make blocks hot in the cold streets//
Mad Ni99as is crazy, thinking they can play me, //
I only cut hoes. Those nuts go half on a baby//
The dudes that I run wit,//
Be the ones I bust guns wit,//
You can't digest bullets if I send them thru ya' stomach/
Or thru ya liver, them shots will make you shiver,//
You talking full of liquor will have you floatin in a river//
Or swimming in the harbor ya kids won't have a father,//
You ain't a thug. You pu$$ie. You gotta come much harder//
I keep a black nine that make you flatline, //
When I clap mines, ducktape yo mouth. I don't wanna hear no more wack rhymes//
Everything's a hustle so I'm a make that damn money,//
I got the best nicks (nickel bags). They better than Jeff Van Gundy’s// (1999 NY Knicks coach)
And I pack heat. The weather hot or its cold,//
Me and my squad keep burners like the top of the stove//
My big bro jus got out I can't wait to get home,//
We was the 05 version of Mitch & Ace. Kept fiends noddin' like they got Down syndrome//
My coupe a drop top. My escalade is all tinted, //
The first ni99a wit a truck to put an elevator in it.// (think about it)
No drama. Ni99as know they get crept on//,
I keep a weap-pon, and will pull the pump out. I ain't talkin' bout an Exx-on//
So if they ever wanted to bang out//,
I always dared them to pull their thangz out,//
Cuz the last time they squeezed the trigga; water came out//
(Chorus)
Don't ice me
You starin' at the wrong one
There's a lot of girls here
Go and get up on one
We at the bar poppin' bottles 'til they all gone
If you ain't leavin' here wit us
You gon' walk home
Cause someone else will
They know how we ride
If you a playboy, you got one on each side
Keep your mouth closed, we don't let the beef ride
Everybody reppin N.G.N. get yo hands up (Get ya hands up)
Everybody reppin K.O. Boyz get yo hands up (Get ya hands up)
Everybody reppin M.O.B. get yo hands up (Get ya hands up)
And if you reppin Baller status get yo hands up (What)
And if you in here wit a strap get yo hands up (What)
Now put 'em up (Put 'em up)
Now put 'em up (Put 'em up)
Now put 'em up (Put 'em up)
Now put 'em up (Put 'em up)
Now put 'em up (Put 'em up)
What, man fuck what he said
Man put 'em up (Put 'em up)
Now put 'em up (Put 'em up)
Now put 'em up (Put 'em up)
Now put 'em up (Put 'em up)
Now put 'em up (Put 'em up)
Now put 'em up (Put 'em up)
Ohhhhhhhh
