Ice Water Lyrics - Raekwon The Chef

Intro: Ghostface Killer 

Tommy Hil' rockin ice niggaz 

Tommy Hil' ice rockin niggaz who fuck... 

Mira, afrente 

Take a one on one to this shit y'all (yeah) 

Get your nostrils clear (yeah) 

Come on, sniff your brains out 

All my Al Capone, Al Pacino niggaz (yeah) 

Who's down with drug smuggling 

Cappadonna, Golden Arms 

Verse One: Ghostface Killer 

Yo, yo 

Take out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus 

I know a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause seizures 

Peace to half-moon Caesars 

and all the bitches in the bleachers 

Hot weather, sex on the beaches 

Jury shopping out of the country 

Deluxe luxury, people saying dem not change 

Look, truckle me 

But what about the Wonder Woman bracelet 

Two-oh point three diamond cut engraved rubies 

Kid I laced it 

My sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin, ready for robbin 

But first hit Maria's, for a butter almond 

The bionic microphone is stacked mechanic 

Move like a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas 

Son, it's on so we can just Maximillion 

I got the spot sewn, so we can make a billion 

The God's tropical 

Ladies call me black fruit punch 

Rainbow, flavored niggas murder niggas for lunch 

Peace to the Paris crew in the avenue, and my nigga Jay Love 

Who carries switch blades on the red roof 

Verse Two: Cappadonna 

Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever want it got beef 

I politic, show love, crush those who dare creep 

Into my realm of sunshine I praise divine 

Fine line between dawn of dumb, deaf and blind 

He ain't mine, he shook like the faggots on daytime 

Crossed over grain while we was bubblin moonshine 

Sippin on the Moet, laid up, Rae-Gambino 

Mastermind the plan, Tony Starks, Cappachino 

Develop while your head be swellin up all for the nation 

Blinded by the ice while I release the confrontation 

Donna holy fat bads of weed, ravioli 

Pasta, Bodyguard the killa bee songs like Kevin Costner 

Infrared all inside your bumba rasta 

Cappadonna pimped the derby like the mobster 

Interlude: Ghostface 

Yeah, yeah 

Eight spaghetti lame brain ass niggaz 

Quarters, nickels, and dimes bitch 

Except for overtime nigga 

Any ass money should be fine 

Cause I'm coming strong, reaking niggas backs 

Keepin shit real 

If you haven't noticed this crazy ass rusty, ass nigga 

Let me tell you this four times 

Tony Starks, Raekwon the chef 

Cappachino and Golden Arms 

Is comin through mad strong 

From the isles of Shaolin 

For all them faggot ass 

Rusty ticket-head bitches too 

Shump shump baby 

Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef 

Yo back in the days, baggin crack, scrapin plates 

Flippin cakes to them heavy head niggaz hatin Jakes 

It be us, all the war's soldiers, hangin in halls gettin over 

City niggaz who for blood money rockin Rovers 

Stay dipped, don't have no money in your pocket 

In the streets while these people mark money in their Jeep 

Crack bums watch your back for jumps 

Caught before a fake twenty dollar bill 

Get em son, we ain't the one 

Politickin, purse vickin, sick of these Dominicans 

Eatin good, had to shoot my way up out of Bennigans 

That's life, to top it all off, beef for white 

pullin bleach out tryin to throw it in my eyesight 

Yo what the fuck was on yo mind?