Ice Box

(专辑： 5 And Better Series Vol. 3: The Cold Corner - 2009)

You know who it is, nigga! Whoooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!
PLK!
'09 is MINE, nigga!
Y'all betta not get in my muhfucking way! "COLD CORNER"!
YEAH!
Before you put my name in ya shit, just know this (what?)
They don't make a shackle strong enough to hold Chris
And! – There ain't a fence to mankind I can't climb
I'm outta this world. – You outta ya damn mind
I grind! – No bullshit in my spare time (nah!)
3rd time's a charm! Wait 'til they hear mine
The strong kind, done been in a chokehold with' smoke though
Me and Mary Jane like Ice-T and Coco. (whoooo!)
Popo going loco, mad I'm able to show dough
Pull me over for tickets, cause I pass like Romo
Tricking is a no-no! – She got her own guap so (so!)
She won't gimme my Po' in the Audi Coupe Quatro
Medaline popping, same place they raised Pablo
Groupies on the potty, sniff coke by the pothole
Strapped like Movado
Henny 'gnac out the bottle
'Till I wobble. – Wake up and do the same shit tomorrow. (tomorrow!)
My bankroll flowing, growing, look how I'm rolling (uh!)
Shorty leaving the show and, ducking, cause she stolen
Going – with' me – tipsy! – Rubbing up against me
When I get her out my Bentley I'm a fuck her 'til I'm empty. (uuuuuuuh-oooooooooooooooooh!)
The writer of the century – the PLK!
Them niggas don't want it with' me, no way!
He ain't no model, he ain't gets mo' dough?, (why?)
Gymstar's do that boy cheek – like a Fila. (Fila!)
Rely on my street ties, 7 days out the week high
We buy whole of Rosie, you know me – from ya knees ma! (whooo!)
From the west to the eastside. – I'm hands down a beast by
Any means necessary, weaponry we keep, riiiiight? !
Baby nine is my lady, and I need her by
Hammer send ya ass real high. – Call her: "Nina Sky"!
Fuck 4 and a half stars, gimme the 5!
Gimme the 6 with' the kicks and the gleaming eyes!
I'm in my mid-20's getting money (uh!)
Bank$! – The future of this rap shit, dummy!
I evolve with' the years! – Haterproof, invisible!
The blogs and ya stares (stares!), I'm a God over snares! (snares!)
Goon in the passenger seat, gun in his palm (uh!) Whoooooooooooooooooooooo
'Cause round here niggas get foul more than LeBron (uh!) Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!
I'll knock ya off the board, you're a pawn!
I fly like the pilot – getting my Europe on! (yeah!)
I smoke the competition, lyrical marathon
Neck look like glitter whenever the camera on. (uh!)
STOP! – You don't wanna niggas show up on ya block
In all black! – Run you outcha house like Barack. (Barack!)
They debating my spot, must've forgot!
Must I get rude, and terminate dude to getcha props!
I be everywhere! – Futuristic, body in Pirelli wear, (yeah!)
Every year! – Trust me! You good dog, we heavy here!
They can't test us! – Them niggas cross dressers!
And they talking all wreckless, so we buy 'em all weapons. (yeah!)
You on the clock nigga, 24 seconds
Sprint like the celly, 'fore the cops draw sketches!
Most feel me! – The rest wanna kill me. (kill me!)
My heart beat and bleed for the city. (city!)
I'm only comfortable around a millie
Eyes wide open, nigga don't act silly! (silly!)
Nigga you just been warned, (just been warned...)
One more song it's ooon. (it's oooon...)
You just been warned, (just been warned...)
One more song it's ooon. (it's ooon...)
YEAH!
As we proceed on
The Unit!
It's a 2 G thing!
H'hah!
Yeah!
"5 And Better Series", man!
Highest shit in the street right now!
Ask around, nigga!
Don't boy on th board!
Shout-out to the whole mothafucka SouthSide, youkno'Imean?
That's my back, boy! THIS HOW WE DOIN' IT! "COLD CORNER"... THE MIXTAPE!
Shout-out to all the bootleggers! CAN'T FORGET
Hehe! THISIS50-dot-COM!
We're street niggas! R.I.P. PAPA BANK$
It's going be real big, man. GRANDMA BANK$!
GGG you know! DAMN!