Just Rhymin Wit Kane

Lyrics

[Intro: Just Ice] Just Ice The immortal Come on As we move [DJ Premier scratches] "The flow pro poetical with skills only a vet'll know" [Just Ice] Just Ice international [Hook: DJ Premier Scratches] "Me and my crew, we run rampant" "Ain't no mystery or fantasy" "The flow pro poetical with skills only a vet'll know" "Just Ice" [Verse 1: Just Ice] Caution, red alert, time to do work Mammy with the wet lips sipping on some crist' And em over there, honey drinking belvedere Smoking blunts everywhere saying peace to Premier Yeah, ass shaking, get this thing popping Ass for the taking, got that shit rocking Bitches one side, niggas on the next We thinking about cake, they talking about sex I'm talking toasters and roasters, ain't always tryna pose I'm getting closer and closer that gun push your nose up Y'all feel, me feel me, even if you can't see me From the streets to the beat, let it go, yo watch me freak Okay, here's the final round This is how it goes down I got six loaded clips, sick corroded clips Belvedere everywhere, Hennessy and the Cris' We getting drunk and smoked out whole room getting choked out Hydro and a flow, this bitch wanna toke but nope Stay strong, nothing love of my team The part I play is strong, but we got to get the cream By any means we stay doing our thing Motherfuckers so dumb they can't figure where it's coming from They got school wrong, all they do is pull triggers All they do: dig out bitches, some even digging niggas What the fuck? The rap game changing everyday Hard rocks walk away, now this shit is turning gay All I say, you come hear it with me with it You get your shit broke the fuck up your cap get twisted I spit it Just Ice, colossus, immortal Any time that I come I got some banging shit for you So y'all just chill, sit back relax That real motherfucker is back, that's a rap, gangsta [Hook: DJ Premier scratches] "Me and my crew, we run rampant" "Ain't no mystery or fantasy" "The flow pro poetical with skills only a vet'll know" "Just Ice" "Me and my crew, we run rampant" "Ain't no mystery or fantasy" "The flow pro poetical with skills only a vet'll know" [Verse 2: Big Daddy Kane] Look, I'm from the streets where them kids like clapping Corner stores sell the midnight dragon, got right out the game and had to get right back in Any day, shit might happen and that be on the real Cats be on your heels, gats be on reveal I got niggas that seen trial I got some niggas about to walk the green mile up in the P now Meanwhile i try to excel deeper, make my pockets smell sweeter With cheddar spreading more than Velveeta Make sure you flip the dough in the the 2 triple 0 Come through sip the Mo', I be that true gigolo See me getting ass in the ride Scrub style from the passenger side, you asking to die? Shit, couldn't fuck with this on your best night I scream let's fight, niggas turn transvestite and don't dress right When the red light is pointed at your chest sight You just might, wanna check your vest tight, nigga [Hook: DJ Premier scratches] "Me and my crew, we run rampant" "Ain't no mystery or fantasy" "The flow pro poetical with skills only a vet'll know" "Just Ice" "Me and my crew, we run rampant" "Ain't no mystery or fantasy" "The flow pro poetical with skills only a vet'll know" "Just Ice"