Ice Box Part 2

[Verse 1]

South Jamaica, hungry my nigga, don't be the lunch

I be on P's & Q's, purple and blues, breathin blunts

Funny thing the dough came, never thought about leavin once

There's a few chosen, we were brought up to be the bunch

You been in it a couple years I spent a decade paid

I shine all year, your neck on shade, motherfucker I'm

Gettin to it double time, young fly bastard acid #9

Keep 'em close, homies be the one that slime

I'm outta here, on my way to the moon

Blendin in with the stars, put your cameras on zoom

Who the man that's caught a slug, he'll be an animal soon

His daddy on base, his momma got her hand on the spoon

They ain't fuckin with the school, to them the dealers look cool

Little do they know in ten years, they'd be in jail or entombed

The youth follow it through, he bangin red or bang blue

He give a fuck about dem, they give a fuck about you

[Hook]

I got my ears to the street, one eye open when I sleep

Car full of heat in case a nigga try to creep

Got a broad so sweet when she set a nigga up

Knock your sole off your feet, money never get enough

No trust, we don't trust a damn thing

Ice water running through my vein, I'm so cold

Watch me while I do my damn thing

Got a neck full of gold and I'm in the get-the-dough mode

[Verse 2]

Way too much drama going on to be calm

Get out the way or be harmed, cause the neighborhood Vietnam

I got it now, haters praying to see it gone

Teflon on my chest wrong player, you be the pawn

Takes me out the bullshit, run your lip and get beat upon

I'm full speed in that beamer and you want my freedom gone

Ridin where the riders died, young black and qualified

Fame gets them to suck you, makin it makes 'em swallow right

I'm the survival type, cool as the champion on title night

And VVS bait makin the models bite

Bright as the morning all time of night

Red and green striped Impala white, bricks to Bahama light

Homi every time I write, flow 900 degrees farenheit

Fly as a fuck, flyin to paradise

Grab a camera, film my flick, so you can have it twice

Haters still poppin shit, look

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Work wonders with words, ain't no telling why I took 'em

Bet these stupid niggas can't read - easier to book 'em

Splattered walls, do 'em like graffiti when I cook 'em

Stink sound, probably while my BDS is wolfin'

Hood favorite, probably had my CD when they took 'em

And I'm so high, which makes it easier to overlook 'em

South Jamaica hoodlum in that big boy, the good one

You shook son, wouldn't be here if you could come

Maybe I'm misunderstood hon, cause it's obvious I'm judged

And the hate's the new love, smell up the lobby with the drugs

You broke you need game, and the Ferrari you get bugged

You done ran your run into the ground, it's time that you get snubbed

Still no love