but we ain't trying to hear nothing Probably was wilder than wobbly are you the wiggy to give me Hold me down and make me slow down to be twissy Keep the ice
' to hear ya fussin' That stress on 9 ta 5 don't need ya buggin' Hands up in my face straight cussin' for nuthin' And I really don't wanna hafta lose
realest killers, we handle our biz Let's get it, rahh [Runt Dawg] Y'all hear that big trunk bumpin', yeah that's Runt Dawg System knock harder than the cops at your
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't jam or won't chirp Catch you on my second merk Fresh outta jail, ice grill gat to smirk Bitches on the waste can't serve 'em ROC without Jay won't
' out the thang Ice drippin' wet like I just hopped up out the rain My picture perfect pose like I hopped up out a frame Ain't a coach on the planet that
heart, p-p-p-playin' a part, amazingly smart Big Pun forever You ain't understand how I push your wig back quick A little quiet nigga wouldn't think
both yours and mine surprises Now i feel the vibe i just cant describe it As much as your pride tries to hide it Your cold, you touch its like ice In
eat what you spit Motherfucker die clean For you actin' tought cats, but in your heart you scream I read your body languo You want violence and don't
so impolite And me, I'm so into nice, got cats on the corner like Don't me and Jigga be flowin' alike? Nah, not in your life, ain't nobody copin' like
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, about 10 karats on your fist Imagine this, all dime hoes on your list Huh, that shit would be nice but your name ain't Ice Nigga trip and screw the
y'all be crazy daily Hit us up with drama, playin' with babies And tryin' to break your player partners Wonder why we blaze weed daily smokin' marijuana? Your baby mamma, your mamma Your
sellin' weight with no fiends Now this is somethin' that I don't understand Why the fuck would that nigga Master P Call himself the ?Ice cream man?? Bitch, don't you hear
't stop throwin up, devastatin, grippin the toilet, regergutatin, like a fat ass rat, on a big ass peaunt blue trap, I'm stuck, stiff, can't move
you call every now and then Ain't tryin' to block your ground or even lock you down But if you feelin' down, I'll be around I know you hear the street
t own a forklift Man have you ever snorted coke 'til your heart sat in your throat Then took your whole advance to buy more, and woke up broke? Yo, C.I. don't
Vibrating my bed, Tingling in my leg, Yeah Chorus I don't know what to do My heart burns cold without you, I don't know what to do Your love's got