DJ Kay Slay - Ice In My Veins lyrics

Frederico [?] check to his Adam's apple See his body on Twitter after you add em, Spit the magnum being, after punch jumping, See this magazine is bigger than straight stuntin The copy bigger on rackets, they packing out, I'll put you in the box, face down many packy yeah k**ers move in silence, you're acting wild Silence and shoot you smoking a pack aloud quite down You a cops in the block had to work around it, You see me in the spot, you know and work around it, I know life is a b**h but she's ignoring She's the finest, nothing to a giant, I'm human aura, I'm copy riding with the shots, I'm a score it, Told the kids taking when you and your make-up use a [?] Real sh**, please certify, n***a I got homies that beat 3 murder trial. Real sh**, please certify, n***a I got homies that beat 3 murder trial. Turn pipes with your lanes, I got life and it stands Lights in my review, but ice in my veins, Snitch n***as getting fresh, Mikes in their chains, They like a n***a grandma they like giving names, Young boys screaming f**s 12 21, 'Cause here n***as die between 8-12 and 21 I need that buck joy, understand my lingo, Over here we think like jingle, make a chillin with that white boy, Walked in, she broke a neck, tryin to look at me, Shoot with a boyfriend, I break his neck if you look at me, You can't even cook a P, satisfy silly man, How you want your 20 grand keep copy 20 grams, You ain't quick sand, that fifty getting poured, I'm like you stand, but miss me with the bull, I don't give a f** if you're from a home that shelter, You from Hollywood, you get caught sleeping over here ain't nobody good. Real sh**, please certify, n***a I got homies that beat 3 murder trial. Real sh**, please certify, n***a I got homies that beat 3 murder trial. Bought em the shaddies, out to left the O Jay at home, This palm is softer, this I left the rose at long, They can see this master, call me ghost face capone Is bully hoes in my seats they taking shots after throne, Lockin the Irish spring for leave clean I'm the one, The zero after n***a RG3 n***a is RDV in that thing With that starsky lean, now push the start putting a place with a car key B Talking Jackson sh** a hundred and more, To unlock the vehicle I just put my fam on the door n***a I smack you, keep your son in the George Above your bodies, and drop you off in front of the store, Coward, tryin to stop my cake over, when you want the plans To see the fans but [?] in plans just to be the man, So you can separate a Bible from a preaches hamble But still won't stop the word of the gospel I lead the preaches glad I need the plan, eat your fam, see the land of the evil man, Throw your a** in the trunk [?] you off the cliff like you need to stand, Real sh**, please certify, n***a I got homies that beat 3 murder trial. Real sh**, please certify, n***a I got homies that beat 3 murder trial.