Mr. Muthaf**in eXquire - Ice Cups lyrics

[Intro: sampled + Mr. Muthaf**in eXquire] I'm telling you this sh** raw dude So I know a n***a that would headbu*t you son and it would feel like a body builder would just hit you in the f**ing face Full force n***a Know a n***a that would headbu*t you n***a And that sh** would ruin your whole life (Laughter) Yeah, aye yo constrobuz man this beat is fire You that n***a Even though you white you my n***a Still a n***a (Laughter) [Verse 1: Mr. Muthaf**in eXquire] Saggy ba**sacks slapping the clit from the back So many n***as bit my style man its time to give it back Some of this sh** yall be like wow I be like wow this sh** is wack I say again, I got halal and Saint Ive's on my breath (Shrouded Imotech?) tip toeing with the TEC Shots blowing leave a n***a holey like an old ca**ette All for the Oprah In the bookings sleepin' on my coat Hoping that my upstate warrant ain't show up Got out First thing I did was grab a hash brown Breakfast snack wrap the meat was pork So I threw it out n***as acting like we cool f** up out my face dude We was just talking pa**ing time I don't know you Hit the crib, shower sh** Skip Bayless, Steven Smith Woke my b**h up “Honey I'm home, time to s** some dick” New York changing Now it's like wild gentrification I ain't even know that word until I had some white neighbors (How ya doin man?) Knock down the chicken spot Turn it to a bike shop Still got the liquor store How much you got on this Ciroc Ice cups and Gatorade Green Tea and lemonade Arizona tall boys, I pour and give mine a shake [Hook: Mr. Muthaf**in eXquire] It's the n***a way (It's the n***a way x6) Brooklyn, It's just another day (just another day x4) It's the n***a way It's the n***a way It's the n***a way How much you tryna pay (just another day x4) [Verse 2: Mr. Muthaf**in eXquire] Hit my only lick and took my b**h out to eat That dirty money felt so good I could taste it in the meat She f**ed my like I was Alpo If Big Meech was a geek Reading Frank Miller's Daredevil run from ‘83 Walter White and Wilies Bishop and Forty Belows Living proof that higher pressures of the world can pull ya slow Shredder twisted off the ooze Mixing Adderall and booze Hope I die If I do, tell my ex we wasn't cool Look me in my eyes motherf**er, I am dynamite Timebomb ticking, My mind loves A goldmine, a landmine, depending on who's driving Dr. Jekyll or Hyde, the madman or the scholar Phantom of the Opera, Eric copped us with the Yawper I ain't with that fufu sh**, gratata Wanted the join the 27 club with closed eyelids Be a martyr forever like Ty or Janice Joplin [Verse 3: Mr Muthaf**in eXquire] Shaky ratchet spray Type-casted castaway (Casket?) drain the quart Our flask, mixed with (brands of alcohol) Zapp Brannigan boots Timbs up to my shins Neon fibers on my feelers Ski goggles in the Benz Blurry visionary, blue pill mercenary Straight out a Troma film High off that soma still She asked me why I hurt her like I told her I don't feel Pain is love, word to Ja Rule Now baby come and chill Halal chicken and string beans From off of 4th Ave s*ut b**hes licking codeine off of my ba**sack Not one for games Even though we wasn't cool like that Seen him one day before he died I really had his back They wrote me off but what was written hasn't come to pa** So I forgive em' in the year when they gon' lick the shaft Omnipotent, I'm everything you never been I kick it with the G's about keys and the geeks About (? tens) but in the end I'm all about my benjamins Ice Cups I tilt this one up for Anthony Mason In the end It's paper even over friends Ice Cups This one for number 14 from the Knicks [Outro Mr. Muthaf**in eXquire] b**hes think I'm cool but I'm just crazy n***as think I'm brave but I'm like you (So imma go Barter 6 on em') b**hes think I'm bool but I'm still brazy n***as think I'm brave, I'm just like you