Ice Men

Album cover art for "Ice Men" by DJ Kay Slay & Mysonne & Uncle Murda & Fat Trel

DJ Kay Slay & Mysonne & Uncle Murda & Fat Trel - Rap

Ice Men

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[Verse 1: Uncle Murda] [?] so real, we don't know how to be fake Niggas'll take it to trial, knowing they can't beat the case One for all, all for one, that's how we role We ain't never break that code Niggas be 20 like I be home, and I'm 50 years old That's a lotta time, but niggas can never say that we told My mentality since a young nigga Fuck cancer, I was a live or die by the gun nigga My mother passed away from cancer God still ain't give me no answers No father, grandma's too old to disiplin me OG's in the neighborhood used to kick it with me [?] wheile I'm young [?] It's so real where I come from I wound up shooting the kid I got the gun from [Verse 2: Mysonne] Mysonne! I'm the elephant in the room The goon from the big [?] Realest nigga rapping, who they gon speak on [?] they scared of me [?] don't compare to me It's rare you see a fella flyer than a propeller [?] Malcolm and Mendella Outfit is [?] Men better respect me I get them disconnected, they'll never connect me No niggas expect me, turn up [?] I don't even raise my voice, I kill them with a smile A villain with some style, brand new yanky on it Popping bottles, I ain't drinking nothing but [?] on it Wavey on a level, these lames be thinking they on it Ladies on my dick, they say it's a baby [?] Play big, go head, get your gravy on it Get you [?], the same block you play me on [Verse 3: Fat Trel] I [?] Rolex on my right Neckless is bright, your latest bitch my pet for the night I do what she like, I rip the mic quick and [?] I take me a flight, layed low, I stayed with a [?] Made a sprite, I turned it pink, sleep in a mink Bad model bitch showing up in my [?] Fuck is you drinking? You other niggas [?] [?] that powder power, she can't even blink I take me a seat, it's obvious I'm doing too much Or the opisit, cause MTV don't know me enough I know that you bluff, you see her with me, you know that we fuck She brought a pistol, [?] really was [?] Shooting in public, stuffing boddies in buckets John Gotti couldn't walk around my way with a shotta [?] bag and do you bad [?] In Miami when the sun [?]

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Credits

Writers
  • Fat Trel
  • Mysonne
  • Uncle Murda
  • DJ Kay Slay