Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ice Pick, artist - Jadakiss. Date of issue: 23.11.2017
Song language: English
Ice Pick |
| I ain’t gon' do too much on this |
| It’s that Vincent Price type of shit |
| (Kill kill kill! Kill kill kill! Kill kill kill!) |
| Every verse is a novel (read) |
| Every other chapter, I bust you or carve you (bleed) |
| I’m a grown man, so I don’t wanna argue (uh-huh) |
| 1-point-somethin' for the stone in the marble, mmm! |
| Thank God for the things that I got already (thank you) |
| No housewarming, crib hot already (oof!) |
| I’m heroin compatible, powder-ready (uh) |
| Them niggas that booked you is in the crowd already (kill kill kill!) |
| G-wagon'll do store runs (haha) |
| I ain’t votin' this year, just coppin' more guns (yep) |
| Big funerals, everybody can all come |
| Mortician, hell of a job, body was awesome (awesome) |
| Body on the ratchet, only reason to toss 'em (mmm) |
| Probably up in the Four Seasons havin' a foursome (haha) |
| Lucky they get a Uber, I usually iron horse 'em (yep) |
| As far as the dope boys go, I endorse them, what! |
| Killin' these niggas like it’s a sport now |
| Foul as a Rockefeller or Rothschild |
| Tailor made cloth on my body, holdin' the fort down |
| Room full of bosses callin' me boss now (what!) |
| Killin' these niggas like it’s a sport now (what, nigga?) |
| Foul as a Rockefeller or Rothschild (uh) |
| Tailor made cloth on my body, holdin' the fort down |
| (HA-HAAAEEH!) Room full of bosses callin' me boss now |
| Evil thoughts comin', should I re again? |
| (what) |
| Havin' talks with the Devil, it’s just me and him (what's up) |
| He ain’t never crack a smile, but I seen him grin (haha) |
| In my man-cave, watchin' CNN (mmm) |
| Yeah, I do it 'cause I’m built to |
| Bad day for me is red wine on a silk suit |
| I can make a call and have a nigga bring a mil' through (bring that) |
| I associate with the niggas that coulda killed you (kill kill kill!) |
| At the table, the round or the square one |
| At the clear-port, playin' cards 'til the Lear come (c-note) |
| Havin' money talks, too large for your eardrum (mmm) |
| Death penalty, that’s when the needle or the chair come (Kill kill kill!) |
| Best shape of my life, check the endurance |
| Got the guns in the attic for homeowner’s insurance (hahaha) |
| You know, preferably, rather the chrome for my performance (chrome) |
| Still murderin' shit, knowin' damn well that they on us |
| We like fuck it, though, what! |
| Killin' these niggas like it’s a sport now |
| Foul as a Rockefeller or Rothschild |
| Tailor made cloth on my body, holdin' the fort down |
| Room full of bosses callin' me boss now (what!) |
| Killin' these niggas like it’s a sport now |
| Foul as a Rockefeller or Rothschild |
| Tailor made cloth on my body, holdin' the fort down |
| Room full of bosses callin' me boss now (what!) |
| What, what, what, what, what… |
| (Kill kill kill! Kill kill kill! Kill kill kill!) |