Ice Cream

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Mac Dre] Niggas don't like me, feds try to indict me Police fright me, I fight my bitch nightly I'm serious, but she's taking me lightly And these punk MC's is always trying to bite me They can't rap like me, pimp in new Nikes I yoke and slang old schools tightly I'm hyphy but don't know what that nigga might be He might be, weak like light tea I see, these niggas is trying to strike me Out the program, they got me slightly Fucked up! Must be tripping off the wifey She sucked me rightly, then blew me politely Then I told Lil' CS, now we gets it nightly Like me, that bitch can't psych me She likes me cause my mouth is icy But in the pen, I couldn't get no one to write me [Chorus: Mac Dre] x4 I fuck with Brotha Lynch's and Andre Nickatina's Fo fortys, fo fos, tens and even ninas [Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung] He was star struck first Fiending for power, I didn't give it to him Gave it to him out of the passenger seat of a hearse I dump first, my nigga, you can get it worse Hit the back right when I back out, blaow blaow Get away with the purse I'mma murk you then I'll get your family hurt (Why?) It don't matter, we lurkin', rip the head off your skirt Something vicious, I'm suspicious Lynch going up in your misses mistress with the dizznick My nigga, it's just the sickness And the twisted, the nigga sick shit Ripping your brain tissues with the stainless issue And it ain't no thing to get you I can maim you, entertain you with this insane in the membrane And them lames couldn't hang with dude I spit rain and split flames at y'all borough Smoke 'em like a Marlboro cigarette And I'm a sicker vet and I don't have to get with 'em yet Catch em' on the low, put it in the hole Made sick put 'em on the plate, this you better know [Chorus: Mac Dre] x4 I fuck with Brotha Lynch's and Andre Nickatina's Fo fortys, fo fos, tens and even ninas