you say I don't want to know the pain And I see your lips move But I can't hear the sound So I turn my head away As my heart drops to the ground And
nail files Spending hours in salons on your hairstyles In the mall steady racking up the air miles Hit the gym, step on the scales stare at the number You say you dropping
more class, we know Swimming in the money come and find me, Nemo If I was at the club you know I ball, chemo Drop the mixtape that shit sounded like
Cause when I leave for the night, I ain't coming back I'm talking pedicure on our toes, toes Trying on all our clothes, clothes Boys blowing up our phones, phones Drop
do it do it) It feels good to be back (Do it do it do it do it, do it do it do it) I missed ya Relax your mind, let your conscience be free You're now rollin' with the sounds
Now, who's hot who not Tell me who rock who sell out in the stores You tell me who flopped who copped the blue drop Who jewels got robbed who's mostly
1, 2, 1, 2 Yeah, y'all can hear me Make the drumming sound, yeah Let's ride, yeah, yeah Be clear, we here lights out Eat here, sleep here, my house Rhyme
Yea, yea, this shit sound like One, two O'clock in the mornin' with the full moon out Niggaz in they trucks creepin' With a fresh box of ecstasy pills
a hundred pounds of air in my heart Don't think that I'm able to sympathize I'm happier to see it gone Floating above your house like a penguin Dropping
- Morgan Freeman] [Jay-Z] Yeah yeah yo Ice what's up? Know what I mean? Just chilling ya heard? It's the god. Heard you preparing to drop this 7th
? 50 mill strong, Handle like napalm. Word is bond Who get it on when it's time to drop a bomb? Sadq keep it cool and calm with the niapalm Droppin
all in the dust Look at your sound scam, original brown man Makin' million everytime I drop a jam [Ice-T] Nigga duck, DJ drop the cut, huh 250 niggas
dump Pumps the sounds that you bump in your trunk So turn it up punk, what'cha 'fraid of? What'cha made of? Pull the pin, set the grenade off, blastin' sounds
on Time to get wreck and kick the So on and so on The I C E T, O.G.M.C. L.A.P.D., H A T E (Ho) Watch the mic blow I flip scripts, and the dump drops
who the don, who plays it all night long? Who get it on when it's time to drop a bomb? Sadq keep it cool and calm with the niapalm Droppin emcee's
Midnight chillin' at A.M-P.M Coolin', drinkin' apple juice in Evil's BM The sound's up loud to attract attention Armored tires on a lowered suspension
What you think is rich, I just spent on a car What you think is paid, I just blew on a watch What you think is wealthy, I just dropped on a yacht Flip
down Dreamt about ripping the mic with my own sound So I tried to write rhymes somethin' like them My boys said, ?That ain't you Ice? That shit sounds