(Intro)
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Let¡¯s get ready to rumble!
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Saratosa, the Notorious BIG
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Back to flight school
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How¡¯s yo bitch?
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East side niggas, what it be like? Shit down
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(Hook)
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Ice, ice cold
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That¡¯s a cold muthafucka, ice ice cold
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That¡¯s a cold muthafucka, ice ice cold
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Muthafucka, ice ice cold
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That¡¯s a cold muthafucka, ice ice cold
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(Verse)
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Ice, ice cold
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Fuck all the bullshit, we takin over
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All my niggas be stuntin heavy like they supposed to
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We won the trophy, fuck all them nominees
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Now I¡¯m prayin to god for all my rivalries
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Ice, ice cold
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That¡¯s a cold muthafucka, ice ice cold
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Fuck wit my money might be your last day
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We smokin' niggas, I'm gon' need an ashtray
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Strip off her lingerie like a robberies
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I made her cum fast like she was Japanese
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She listen to Drizzy, Weezy and Trigga Trey
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I said whatever baby, you getting dick today
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Hah, thug life, that¡¯s swole like
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Shakedown, we got the best dope price
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Yea
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(Hook)
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Ice, ice cold
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That¡¯s a cold muthafucka, ice ice cold
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That¡¯s a cold muthafucka, ice ice cold
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Muthafucka, ice ice cold
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That¡¯s a cold muthafucka, ice ice cold
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(Verse)
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Ice, ice cold
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These niggas counterfeit, they ain¡¯t bout shit
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I be weighin stacks, ain¡¯t got time to count shit
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I¡¯m just tryna get ahead while we get some head
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First flock a nigga, they know I get to the bread
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Yea, ice ice cold
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I¡¯m a bad muthafucka, bad like Michael
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Let¡¯s get it
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Shit might look trippy but we ain¡¯t trippin though
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(What else?)
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Might just be sippin but we ain¡¯t mixin though
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(What else?)
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All the time I ran, was on the federales
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My chick be on the Aderol or they on the molly
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Got that album, still getting that buckle out
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They waitin for this shit like Mayweather and Pacquiao
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(Hook)
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Ice, ice cold
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That¡¯s a cold muthafucka, ice ice cold
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That¡¯s a cold muthafucka, ice ice cold
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Muthafucka, ice ice cold
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That¡¯s a cold muthafucka, ice ice cold
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(Verse)
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I¡¯m runnin the town, no fuckin around
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I¡¯m fuckin with Hov, I¡¯m back on the brown
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Walk through the valley, the shadow of death
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I¡¯m pitchin the white like I¡¯m back when I¡¯m out
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Bangin this pussy while you on yo feelings
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Makin a killin, got work and I¡¯m villain
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Livin the life of a hustla child
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Pop me a freak then I¡¯m back to the dealin
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We in the streets, just me and my dawg
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Ridin around with the strap and it cocked
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My niggas shooters, my bitches is bout it
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We smoking and drinkin, get fucked by the law
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Ice, ice cold
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And we back to the hood with the OG kush, that boy psycho
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(Outro)
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Aye man kill that beat man
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Kill that shit nigga
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Psycho 2, what else?
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(Fatality, fatality)
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This is Donald Trump and who kid you¡¯re fired
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Ice Cold
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Red Cafe |