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    Ice

    Yo, yo, yo
    See I hold my head, hoes wanna 'spite me
    Mad, I got the Jag' but they the wifey
    Icey, is what my merchandise be
    Know I'ma star, so they over-price me
    Charli B'More be twice you bitch
    Tell you got no style by the Ice you pick
    Step into my cold area, polar bear wear
    White minking, white Lincoln, now what you thinking
    What? Too much Ice got you blinking?
    Meanwhile, Mickey sinking, what you drinking
    West Philly, bad bitch, dress really
    Ain't met a nigga with enough dough to sex really
    Seen everything, from king's to heavy haters
    Cherry gators, Tahoe in every flavor
    Rhymes I wrote (9's I tote 'em)
    And times I hold 'em
    I even put 9's in niggas quotas

    Yo, yo, now if you don't stop
    Then we won't stop
    If you want the bottom, then I'll be on top
    I ain't never met a bitch that ain't ever suck a cock
    So if you gotta proof, I gotta have a drop, bi-atch!

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    If you know B'More, then you know this song
    I'ma rip any shit, niggas throw me on
    While I'm reachin' mine, I ain't known you that long
    Fuck around, nigga, wiggle more then your rollie gone
    Ring too
    Get that nigga cream too
    Hit him bout once or twice, dream come true

    I'll give you more then a six, mansion on the beach
    Chanel flip flop's, satin all on ya feet
    Liguini for brunch, or spice and your heat
    So a bitch like you, can't check me from the street

    I'm not a girl who'll dream about living with Mase
    All I wanna do is get his cake, and sit on his face

    Yeah, what what what, what the fuck, ughh, yo
    What they think, cause be Mase young, Mase be dumb
    They get Mase strung, there'll be no prenum
    But ever since Blood die, my life change
    Out the blue, I'm they boo, that's quite strange
    Now ya nice thangs, way out the price range
    Half these girls, don't even know my right name
    Though I got Rollie, mink made of coyote
    Love a ghetto hoe, I know she die for me
    You got me confused, see Cam the freak
    Mase never the cat, bring sand to the beach
    Show some that the average show-hand couldn't reach
    Living expenses, 50 grand a week
    You know me, I V-O-T, low key
    Platinum rollie, smoke a O-Z
    Baby face nigga, without no goatee
    2 point 8, about to blow 3
    Huh

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