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Wu-Syndicate - Ice Age lyrics
[Intro: Myalansky, (Joe Mafia)] Yo, son gimme some play on this release of Slot Time, son (Aight, son, it's all Wu) Gimme some play, man, it's cold world right now (It's real out here man, word up) Wu-Syndicate Icy, (ice, ice, ice It's fridget out here God) Grab your coat! (Word) [Chorus: Napoleon] It's the modern day Ice Age The world's frozen, turned front page Cats with icy bloodstreams in the rage Thirty-two degrees below poverty, feds drug raid and lock you in a cage where it's cold, the Ice Age [Myalansky] Peace to freed jail cats come home, now they cop ranges Hand to hand shoot outs with mack, new on the block stranger Caught up in VA, New York language Miami niggas had these projects locked till the knox raided Holdin ball, paint job, the top flavor What up my nigga? Rock the gold teeth grill, bally some dark suede gear Twenty dollar bill mixed with speed ball Teen team burn, finger firey red, makin the king fall Incarceration, as an incarconsist is your education 150 gats with clip, arsonists in the makins Slight back your moon roof, gimme some liquer straight no prune juice wildin' all night, who let the goons loose? [Chorus (x2)] [Joe Mafia] City serpent, street merchant, networkin Oakwood suburban, dirty swervin, poppin Germans Mindor way now, shorties want style that's foul, flagrant ya laced shit Case can't face it, house arrest, I shake the gates and give up for flesh, money long, Sonny singin funny songs The street songs, faggot at arms, retire firearms Lamb skin, master craftsman, just stay flashin Mashin, chest burnin from a thug passion I tilt bottles up in the club, fuckin with dick models Dick throbbin, H |
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