Ice Water Lyrics
| Song | Ice Water |
| Artist | Raekwon |
| Album | Only Built 4 Cuban Linx |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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? |
| 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 halfmoon 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 | |
| Twooh 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, raegambino | |
| 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 tickethead 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? |
| 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 halfmoon 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 | |
| Twooh 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, raegambino | |
| 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 tickethead 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? |
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