Lloyd Banks

Young Buck

Scarface

8ball

Iceman (Album Version (Explicit))

Hip-Hop

Rotten Apple

They know me round here, they call me Iceman

I ain't your friend boy, i f**k your wife man

Look at my left, now look at my right hand

Everytime i move it looks like a strike of lightnin'

My name's Banks, but you can call me igloo

There's white rocks on my neck and my wris' blue

So don't trip, 'cause you know i got my pistol

You'll be surprised of the doors that it gets through

Louisduced me to jewellry, now i'm lovin' it

Tell Jacob to shine it so good, them hoes love this shit

Diamond after diamond, and i climbed up out the bottom

So holla if it's a problem i got 'um just like you got 'um

I'm stoppin', the grillin' 'cause my whip can buy a skyscraper

Roll down the window stick my hand out, Hi Haterrr...

I'm on the way to L.A, i see you guys later

Y'all be here when i get back, ain't no time to chit-chat

Now all i do is sit back, hop in the plane and sip Yak

Hop in the Range and with that, came in this game with this crap

You say my name you get smacked, right in the brain with the gat

Know who you playin' with black, then holla back

Don't give a f**k, bitch you ain't gotta like me

I pop my trunk and have you runnin' in your Nike's

Look what i just bought, this white mink i got it in New York

And this white linki put it on and walk right out the store

My Phantom got the steerin' wheel on the wrong side

Pocket full of cash, Ferrari's with the drive out tags

Them hoes fallen off, let me stop and get some cash

I'm ice-skatin' like a nigga playin' hockey

Canary yellow princess cut, rocks when i smile

Fat boy, kept it greedy since i was a chubby child

Look at me now, hash rocked up, wris' watch rocked up

When i put my hand up to my mouth and hit that sticky stuff

The light hit the ice on my eight-way piece

In the streets, i'm a G, on the mic, i'm a beast

Keep a bitch, on her knees, nigga please, i'm a pimp

Purse first, ass last, i'm a shark, you a shrimp

7 deuce, Chevrolet, rims taller than my son

Gun on the scene with a extra clip 'cause i ain't finna run

In my brand new shell-toe, three stripe, all white

In other words, out my way, with that shit you gon' lose your life

Anybody killin' in the hood, f**k your homeboy sellin'

I've got a problem with him, if i can't touch it

Then he can't slang it, in these streets it dangerous

Palms sweaty, icky's out with their masks on man

Ha, i gave 'um the orders and thats all bad

Bought it to floss and flashed it and got his murk ass smashed

Big game mutton, and this lame's stuntin'

Got in the Dayton's it's deeper than a description

His sleepin' i'm on the mission to beat him in my position, ha

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Слушайте песню Iceman (Album Version (Explicit)) - Lloyd Banks, Young Buck, Scarface, 8ball онлайн с альбома Rotten Apple в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 5:26. Год выхода - 2006

Yeah...!!
Uh...
I'm Back...!!
Uh...
Haha...
Uh...
Whoooooooooo...
Yeah yeah...
Lloyd Banks -
They know me round here, they call me Iceman
I ain't your friend boy, i f**k your wife man
Look at my left, now look at my right hand
Everytime i move it looks like a strike of lightnin'
My name's Banks, but you can call me igloo
There's white rocks on my neck and my wris' blue
So don't trip, 'cause you know i got my pistol
You'll be surprised of the doors that it gets through
Lloyd Banks -
Yeah.
Louisduced me to jewellry, now i'm lovin' it
Tell Jacob to shine it so good, them hoes love this shit
Diamond after diamond, and i climbed up out the bottom
So holla if it's a problem i got 'um just like you got 'um
I'm stoppin', the grillin' 'cause my whip can buy a skyscraper
Roll down the window stick my hand out, Hi Haterrr...
I'm on the way to L.A, i see you guys later
Y'all be here when i get back, ain't no time to chit-chat
Now all i do is sit back, hop in the plane and sip Yak
Hop in the Range and with that, came in this game with this crap
You say my name you get smacked, right in the brain with the gat
Know who you playin' with black, then holla back
Lloyd Banks -
They know me round here, they call me Iceman
I ain't your friend boy, i f**k your wife man
Look at my left, now look at my right hand
Everytime i move it looks like a strike of lightnin'
My name's Banks, but you can call me igloo
There's white rocks on my neck and my wris' blue
So don't trip, 'cause you know i got my pistol
You'll be surprised of the doors that it gets through
Young Buck -
My name is Buck, but you can call me icy
I keep spillin' Crystal on my white tee
Don't give a f**k, bitch you ain't gotta like me
I pop my trunk and have you runnin' in your Nike's
Look what i just bought, this white mink i got it in New York
And this white linki put it on and walk right out the store
Wheres my car keys, what am i gon' drive
My Phantom got the steerin' wheel on the wrong side
Pocket full of cash, Ferrari's with the drive out tags
Them hoes fallen off, let me stop and get some cash
Liberachi, the cops watch me
I'm ice-skatin' like a nigga playin' hockey
Lloyd Banks -
Yeah. Yeah.
They know me round here, they call me Iceman
I ain't your friend boy, i f**k your wife man
Look at my left, now look at my right hand
Everytime i move it looks like a strike of lightnin'
My name's Banks, but you can call me igloo
There's white rocks on my neck and my wris' blue
So don't trip, 'cause you know i got my pistol
You'll be surprised of the doors that it gets through
8Ball -
Canary yellow princess cut, rocks when i smile
Fat boy, kept it greedy since i was a chubby child
Look at me now, hash rocked up, wris' watch rocked up
When i put my hand up to my mouth and hit that sticky stuff
The light hit the ice on my eight-way piece
In the streets, i'm a G, on the mic, i'm a beast
Keep a bitch, on her knees, nigga please, i'm a pimp
Purse first, ass last, i'm a shark, you a shrimp
7 deuce, Chevrolet, rims taller than my son
Gun on the scene with a extra clip 'cause i ain't finna run
In my brand new shell-toe, three stripe, all white
In other words, out my way, with that shit you gon' lose your life
Lloyd Banks -
Yeah. Yeah.
They know me round here, they call me Iceman
I ain't your friend boy, i f**k your wife man
Look at my left, now look at my right hand
Everytime i move it looks like a strike of lightnin'
My name's Banks, but you can call me igloo
There's white rocks on my neck and my wris' blue
So don't trip, 'cause you know i got my pistol
You'll be surprised of the doors that it gets through
Scarface -
What the f**k are they yellin', dope man
Anybody killin' in the hood, f**k your homeboy sellin'
I've got a problem with him, if i can't touch it
Then he can't slang it, in these streets it dangerous
Twenty niggaz pull up in cargo vans
Palms sweaty, icky's out with their masks on man
Ha, i gave 'um the orders and thats all bad
Bought it to floss and flashed it and got his murk ass smashed
The iceman is in the buildin' chillin'
Big game mutton, and this lame's stuntin'
Got in the Dayton's it's deeper than a description
His sleepin' i'm on the mission to beat him in my position, ha
Lloyd Banks -
Yeah. Yeah.
They know me round here, they call me Iceman
I ain't your friend boy, i f**k your wife man
Look at my left, now look at my right hand
Everytime i move it looks like a strike of lightnin'
My name's Banks, but you can call me igloo
There's white rocks on my neck and my wris' blue
So don't trip, 'cause you know i got my pistol
You'll be surprised of the doors that it gets through
Lloyd Banks -
They know me round here, they call me Iceman
Watch outtt...
They know me round here, they call me Iceman
Watch outtt... I f**k your wife man...
They know me round here, they call me Iceman
Watch outtt...
They know me round here, i f**k your wife man
Watch outtt...


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