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T Ice Gangsta Rap

ice anything, plenty chains Look at my tennis shoes, I iced that Who am i? the back twister, lingerie ripper Automatic leg spreader, quicker brain getter Keepin' it gangsta

kids to the head double-tap Guns don't kill people, it's just rap Guns don't kill people, rappers do (Summon the police) Woop woop woop Guns don't

lot, down with rap a lot And I can't stop, won't stop So fuck Bill and Hillary Ice Cube their ain't no killin' me Ice Cube, Scarface, droppin' on these

brains Shoot you twice in your stomach Then leave your boxin' shorts full of shit stains You're, bitch maid, you ain't a gangsta, you a sucker ass These

bounce Half a brick to flip, large amount accounts Life as a young nigga with loot don't count Life as a young nigga with loot turned out You know it ain't

Thai food restaurant, Straits Internet sites, WeMix.com And my favorite, MyGhetto.com The MVP of this rap shit Luda, I'm a hustler, baller, gangsta,

used to claim gangs, uh-huh Yo, when I rock Vokal, it's either Timb's or Nikes When I step in my Prada, I'ma rock the ice When the 'Tics do a show,

a rap or two and the bitches love it I'm only out for one thing so hate me I ain't the one so don't try to fade me I don't wear too much gold because

get some get right like mac mall 'Cuz it act like you can?t rap at all We havin' jobs and swingin' on platinum balls So don?t get flat on your walls