Intro (Ice Cream Man)

Lyrics
[Master P] (So what do you call yourself?) The Ice Cream Man (So what do you call yourself?) The Ice Cream Man (So what do you call yourself?) Mr. Ice Cream Man I'm a No Limit Soldier (So what do you call yourself?) You ready to go to war? (So what do you call yourself?) Master P It's time to blow on your Swisher Sweet, get high, 'cause it's time to roll Take y'all on an adventure And if you 'bout it, you gon' last through this Ice Cream Man album 'Cause I got 31 flavors Niggas kickin' gangsta shit, project shit, flippin' shit Tongue twistin', slow gangsta shit, but it's all real, it's all reality And if you real, you gon' feel this shit And if you a busta, you gon' be hip-hoppin' it out 'cause this ain't no Sugarhill 'Cause we got straight A-1 sauce for the 9-scrilla I mean, the 9-scrilla is the year that we take over, the underdogs The cream rise to the top, you heard me? Yeah A lot of niggas take this rap shit for a muthafuckin' game, think it's a joke This ain't no joke, this the way I make my money It's where a lot of other niggas make their money It's the way a white man make his money, if he own you, I mean, if he run your company But ain't nobody run me, 'cause No Limit is Black owned, independent, and we running this shit So I can talk about what the fuck I wanna talk about, you heard me? If niggas wanna jump into this rap game 'cause they think this shit a game, think they can rap It ain't about rap, it's about how you organize your shit and you get your shit together This rap game is just like the dope game, you know what I'm saying Niggas dying, like my little nigga Mr. Cee from RBL, rest in peace Niggas getting shot like 2Pac, niggas bangin' It's a East/West thing, you know what I'm saying Niggas might as well be fucking turf war and all that type of shit You got niggas trippin', niggas hatin' But you know what? In the end, the cream do rise to the top That's why No Limit can't be stopped, we soldiers My nigga King George is no longer with the crew, we still got love for him For the haters out there, y'all niggas that think I owe y'all something Haha, need to stop tweaking 'cause dope fiends beg If you was a real man, you'd be a player, you'd have your own shit Remember that But anyway, haha, just light your joints and let's get high 'Cause you got to be high to listen to this Ice Cream Man shit Ice Cream Man
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- Master P