Iced Out Lyrics - Andre Nickatina

(Nickatina) 

Man it's the diamondback eagle that's legal to kick it evil 

Bullets from behind wit your peoples 

I serenade the whole serengeti fefetti and lucaccini 

Chuck Taylor down in a beanie, the kill genie 

State the state and face the face crop the bass 

The rap the race the rhyme the weight the god the sign 

The rom of don of spawn of khan, now whatchu doin' there khan? 

Rap til I steal-her for-real illa with alligator blood veins 

Me and a pisces hit the drug main 

Eatin' on steak in the late night, tiger get your brain right 

Dickey get the game tight, 'den fuck em all 

Hear me once and you'll never forget 

I'm like a caridagate, or better yet I got this ready to spit 

Hot raps that burn and yearn fuck it you'll wait your turn 

You'll get cut in line everytime 

Man I live by the sword and die by the gun 

And not give a fuck and why? 'cause I'm young 

Raps that backtrack and crack the sky ask me why 

Check if you deserve to die 

Shit a Rip Van Winkel ebeneezer 

Kill the plea ya kill the tea ya kill to ease the pain 

That scarred the game on tiger's brain, sigh 

Now that's a cold mother fucker, iced out. 

(Chorus) 

What's that in your ring homie? Iced out. 

What's that in your chain homie? Iced out. 

Do you disrespect the game homie? Ya iced out. 

Do the coldest heart men deserve to die? 

What's that in your ring homie? Iced out. 

What's that in your chain homie? Iced out. 

Do you disrespect the game homie? Ya iced out. 

Do the coldest heart men deserve to die? 

(Equipto) 

You wanna get in my mix man? I really doubt that 

'cause I'm hard to swallow like a mouth full of crack 

And I'm hard to follow like a cheetah on crank 

And I'm hard to break like the lock on a safe 

In a federal bank so don't dare try to hack this 

Maxed stay the bass, 'cause I'ma be frank 

If you crack the code then I'ma crack your face 

And if I catch ya case they won't set the date for the trial 

'cause I'ma put you under the ground and in 10 years 

You'll be food for a cow how you like me now just like kumody 

'cause I got Andre Nicky up in 214 

And like a newport bean I had to ask for green 

To achieve my goals and make my dreams my reality 

And what I got, I got killaz on a salary 

Makin' an hourly wage off this game that we play 

For wonder bread and ground beef 

A ticket to a meal to me that sounds sweet 

So we bring the heat until the meat gets cooked 

Or til the deed gets took or to whichever comes first 

(Chorus) 

(Nickatina) 

Man the way I blaze the blueberry it's like I'm in the military 

Gotta have a chopper tiger fire everytime 

I spits like a cobra rare anaconda boa constrictoris keep my pictures 

Man the lexus 4 door, trips to morocco, damns in in soho, trinity and coco 

See ya, and run ya like a red light and when it turns green 

I hit the weed, increase the speed 

Man it's so don doda, magic like harry potter 

Take it over like nino did the cartah, projects 

High tech low tech what's the spread? I might say go Jets, Nickatina 

The freight train at hells gates pain 

you know standing there fuckin like a gun range 

And I do it for the lords the lords all the kings 

The kings that brang the dream and all the gleam 

Hit Vegas like a conioni with the mac in my blood 

And not a macaroni, K-K-K-Khan 

Party til I die nigga, some wonder why nigga 

But that's the mindstate when you gettin' high nigga 

Set me up to cut things I'm like a mustang 

Ready to rush-bust tough thangs 

(Chorus)